“I’ll give you the full tour later,” I promised, marching through the house and into my bedroom. I kicked the door shut behind us and set her on the edge of my California King mattress. “Maybe tomorrow, after we’ve both gotten our fill of each other.”
“I don’t see that ever happening since I’ve only wanted you more desperately since we were together in Georgia.” Her lips turned down in an adorable pout. “How long can you stay?”
I claimed her lips in a deep kiss, wiping the pout away before answering, “I wrapped everything up in Georgia before I left.”
“What? How?”
She practically bounced on the mattress in excitement, and her tits looked like they were about to pop out of her dress. It distracted me a moment before I answered, “I talked to the director about moving some scenes around so I wouldn’t have to make the trip back. We worked even longer hours than usual, but we somehow managed to get it all done yesterday.”
“You just made my amazing night even better. Thank you.”
“I had the best motivation. Getting back to you.” I dipped my finger down the plunge between her cleavage. “Did you borrow this dress or buy it?”
“The designer loaned it to me, but I was thinking about buying it.”
“I’ll pay for it,” I offered. She started to object, but then she gasped when I did what I’d been fantasizing about all night. Bunching the material at the top of her breasts, I ripped open the dress.
“Oh, my God! I can’t believe you did that!” She gaped at the shredded scarlet material. “And I’m totally letting you write that check.”
My eyes roamed over her perfect tits before I lowered my head and whispered against one of the pebbled tips, “Whatever the cost; totally worth it.”
My words—and maybe even ripping her dress—seemed to spark a frenzied need inside Morgan that matched my own. A few minutes later, we were both stripped naked and I was crawling over her body. Lowering my head, I sucked on each of her nipples in turn before making my way lower. Kneeling between her legs, I ran my palms up her inner thighs and nudged them wider. Staring down at her bare, glistening pussy, I groaned, “I’ve dreamed about having you here, just like this, but the reality is even better than I imagined.”
When I dipped a finger through her folds to get it wet before circling it over her clit, she moaned. I moved my finger in and out until she was squirming with need, my eyes glued to the sight. “So fucking beautiful, and all mine.”
Her inner walls clamped down on my finger, and I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’ll have to get a taste later because I can’t wait any longer to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Yes, please. I want the same,” Morgan whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet the final thrust of my finger.
Surging over her, I lined my cock with her entrance and watched as I sank my dick into her inch by inch. I gritted my teeth with the effort it took to give her a minute to adjust to my size before I picked up the pace and practically pounded her into the mattress. “You feel so damn good. I don’t know how I made it through the past week without being inside you.”
“Gage,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back.
“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name while your pussy is wrapped tight around me.”
Morgan’s pussy clamped down hard, and her body went taut for a moment before she shouted, “There! Yes! I’m coming!”
“That’s it, beautiful. Come for me,” I crooned in her ear as I rode her through the start of her orgasm. I’d intended to go for another, but the feel of her nails scratching down my back set me off, too. “Fuck!” I roared, sinking my cock deep as I came.
We were both still panting for air when I slowly withdrew and climbed off the bed to grab a washcloth to clean her off. She let out a soft sigh and cuddled against my pillows when I swiped the damp material between her legs. It’d been a long day, and it looked like I’d worn my girl out.
Crawling in next to her, I slid an arm beneath her head and pulled her close. “That’s how I want to celebrate every award win from now on; yours or mine,” she mumbled.
There was a sense of permanency to her suggestion since the award season ended tonight with the Oscars. The next opportunity for one of us to win something big was about ten months away. Shockingly enough, it didn’t scare me one bit.Twenty-ThreeMorganAfter a whopping ninety minutes of sleep, I was awake and in Gage’s office for pre-scheduled post-Oscar phone interviews at seven in the morning. I wasn’t even a little bit surprised that once the usual things were out of the way—how did it feel to win, what made this movie special, what’s your next project, etc.—the interviewers segued directly to my newly revealed relationship with Gage. They were just doing their jobs, so I understood. All I was willing to give up were the basics, though. Yes, we were dating. Yes, it was serious. Yes, we were committed. No, we weren’t friends with benefits. Yes, he was who I’d gone to see in Georgia. No, he didn’t seem uncomfortable being tied down. Over and over, I answered the same questions.