I kept at her, licking her softly through her release. When Morgan started to relax, I shoved my boxers down my legs and kicked them off. Levering myself over her body, I settled between her legs and dragged my cock through her wetness. As I inched the tip of my cock inside her, it hit me. “Shit,” I groaned, dropping my head against her shoulder. “I didn’t get any fucking condoms.”
Her body shook beneath me, her pebbled nipples rubbing against my chest as she giggled. “You sent me incredible tacos, arranged for a private jet stocked with my favorites, made me two flavors of Kool-Aid . . . but you didn’t buy any condoms?”
If I didn’t feel like my cock was ready to blow just from being an inch inside her tight pussy, I might’ve found our current situation funny as hell. Clenching my jaw and forcing my body to remain still, I gave her a jerky nod.
“You don’t have any in your wallet? Or tucked into your suitcase?” she asked as her hands drifted softly up and down my back. I figured she meant it to be a comforting gesture, but her touch drove me closer to the edge of my control.
“No,” I gritted out. “You weren’t here, so I didn’t need to pack them.”
“I’m on the pill.” Her admission was whisper soft, and her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink. It was so fucking cute that she was embarrassed to talk about birth control even though I’d just eaten her out and the tip of my dick was inside her.
Her confession sparked one from me, too. “I’ve never gone bare before, and they did the usual blood tests at my last physical six months ago. It came back clean, and I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
“If you’d prefer to use a condom, there’s other stuff we can do until we can get our hands on some.”
I loved how she was quick to offer that. If she’d been any other woman, I would’ve taken her up on the suggestion. Hell, I never would’ve found myself in my current situation in the first place because my dick had never been even this far inside anyone else without a rubber before. But Morgan was different. Special. So much so that I found myself incredibly turned on by the idea of taking her without anything between us. “No. If you’re sure, then I don’t want to wait.”
“Neither do I, Gage. Take me now.”
That was all the encouragement I needed before I thrust in all the way and buried my cock in her pussy. She was tight as fuck, so I gave her a minute or two to adjust to the feel of me insider her. Then I began to slowly drive in and out, only picking up the pace when her hips lifted to meet my thrusts. “That’s right, beautiful. Take what you want from my cock. I want to feel that tight pussy of yours squeeze the fuck out of me as you come.”
“Gage! Oh, yes! Right there,” she cried out as I circled my hips.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I tilted her head back to nibble my way down her neck as I continued to pound in and out of her. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and her nails were digging into my back hard enough that they were going to leave marks behind. Filled with the need to leave my own brand on her, I sucked the skin right over her pulse into my mouth. Instead of complaining, she arched her head further back to give me better access. That simple act of submission pushed me to the edge, but I was determined to bring her with me. Tilting her hips back, I deepened my thrusts and made sure to ram against her clit with each drive inside. Her walls clamped around my cock as she flew apart, and I finally let myself go.
“Morgan! Oh, fuck!” I bellowed as I filled her with my come until it spilled out of her pussy.
“Holy crap,” she panted, collapsing against the pillows.
I dropped down on the mattress next to her and pulled her head onto my chest, running my fingers through her dark hair. I’d just had the biggest orgasm of my life, but my dick was still hard—just as it always seemed to be when Morgan was near.
“How many times do you think we can do that in the next twenty-two hours?” she asked about five minutes later, after we’d both gotten our breath back.
Dragging her over my body, I settled Morgan on top of my hard-on, and answered, “How about we find out?”FifteenMorganLate the following morning, I was curled up in Gage’s heavenly bed, watching him sleep. For the record, I’d been right; the mattress was as plush as it looked. I’d still have been fast asleep myself, but Gage’s body heat had been roasting me. I woke up to kick the covers off so that I could cool down and then forgot to close my eyes again because I got busy studying the man who had rocked my world four times the night before. Frankly, I hadn’t even known that was possible.