“I need you.”
I kiss the shell of her ear. “You have me.”
“I need you inside me.” It’s as if her words ignite a stick of dynamite inside of me. Without anymore thought, I slam my lips down onto her. Our tongues tangle together as I blindly reach into my nightstand drawer for a condom. When my fingers brush against a foil packet, I grab it and place on the bed next to us. I cup her face in my hands as I put my weight on my elbows. Morgan’s legs wrap around my hips, lining my cock up perfectly against her pussy.
“I love you, baby. You know that?” I pull back enough for her to look me in the eyes. I watch for a moment as she seemingly works through her internal thoughts. I don’t blame her for the hesitance. It’s to be expected after everything I put her through. I hold my breath, waiting to see what she’ll say or do. When her legs tighten around my hips and her arms wind around my neck, I let out a relieved sigh.
“I love you too.”
Not willing to waste anymore time, I grab the condom and make quick work sheathing myself. The entire time, I watch Morgan, searching for any indication of doubt. But she seems just as ready and eager as I am. So without much more preemptive, I line myself up at her entrance and when I lean down to kiss her, I slide in. The moment I’m fully seated, my entire body freezes and stars dance in my eyes.
“Fuck, Morgan.”
“Bryce!” I always knew making love to this woman would be special, but I had no fucking idea that it would feel like an out of body experience. She tightens around me, practically strangling my dick and I don’t even recognize my own voice when a low, strangled moan escapes.
I slowly begin to pull out, and when only the tip is inside, I slam back in, stealing the breath for both myself and Morgan.
I begin thrusting in and out in earnest, desperate to make this last, bus also needing to cum more than I need my next breath. With every heavy slam, her pussy tightens around me, telling me that she’s just as close as I am. I reach my hand between us, pinching her clit between my fingers at the same time I lean down and take one of her nipples in my mouth and bite down. Her body arches up, she slams her head back against the pillow, and she cries out just as her thighs begin to shake and her whole body trembles in waves. When her pussy begins to pulse around me, I can’t even attempt to hold back. I piston in and out of her in uneven strokes before slamming in one last time and stilling as my spine begins to tingle and my balls draw up.
I stay on top of her, doing my best not to give her all of my weight as we both pull in heavy, uneven breaths. I can feel Morgan’s heart pounding against my own and there’s something so fucking sexy and sensual about the way that even when the rhythms are heavy and all over the place, they’re still somehow in sync.
I brush my lips across hers, and I fucking love the way her mouth tries to follow mine when I pull away. I love knowing that even after all of our time a part, she’s still desperate for me the way I am for her.
I slowly pull out of her, but instead of climbing off the bed, I just collapse on the bed next to Morgan. When I turn my head to look at her, she’s looking back at me with the brightest smile on her face , causing my heart to squeeze. But it’s not the smile that completely does me in, it’s the look in her eyes. Her crystal eyes are looking at me with an expression I never thought I would see from her again.Pure, unconfined love.
CHAPTERTEN
Bryce
The next morning, I wake up with a warm body pressed against me and the dopey smile that pulls at my lips is uncontrollable. Happiness blooms in my chest as the memories from last night flood my brain. I’ve only ever been able to dream about what it would be like to make love to Morgan, and the reality of it far surprised the fantasies.
Without disturbing her, I quietly climb from my bed and make my way to the kitchen. I’ve only eaten out since I’ve gotten back to town, so I’m not surprised that I have absolutely no food to cook up for breakfast. I pull up one of my many food delivery apps and find somewhere that’s still serving breakfast. I order a bunch of different things since I’m not sure exactly what Morgan will be in the mood for. She’s always been what she refers to as a mood eater. She has to see something in order to decide if it’s what she wants. I’ve always had a large appetite, so I’m more than happy to eat whatever she doesn’t.
I submit the order, then send off another quick text just as I hear the telltale sound of someone rising from my bed and footsteps padding down the hallway. I send a silent thank you to whoever is listening when Morgan appears in nothing but the thin sheet from my bed, messy hair from my fingers being tangled in it all night, and a sated smile.
“Good morning.” Her voice is still raspy and sexy as hell from sleep, and my dick immediately pays attention.
“Good morning, beautiful. Breakfast is on its way.” I wrap my arms around her waist and when my lips find hers, she immediately melts into me.
“Do you have to work today?” For the past year, I’ve basically been working seven days a week. It’s been the best way for me to not think about how lonely I’ve been, or how much I’ve missed this woman. But in reality, I don’t actually have to work on Saturdays. Though there is something important I need to do.
“I have to go in for a little bit, but it shouldn’t take more than an hour or two.” She nods in understanding, and I’m an asshole for the fact that I enjoy the look of disappointment on her face.
“What time are you opening the store?” Her eyes widen and her body stiffens, almost as if she forgot she owned a business. I chuckle and tighten my arms around her. “Don’t worry babe, it’s only nine-thirty.”
She visibly relaxes back into me and lets out a long breath. “I open at eleven.”
I get a notification on my phone that our food is out for delivery, so Morgan decides to take a quick shower. Just as I hear the water turn on, the buzzer on my door goes off. It’s not the food, but I already know who it is. I open it to my sister’s disapproving face.
“Hey sis.” She holds out a bag for me, but the apprehensive look doesn’t leave her face. “Would you like to come in?”
“No, I would not.” I’m a little surprised at the hostility in Juliet’s tone. She was always so supportive of Morgan and I being together. I kind of thought she would be thrilled about us getting back together.
“Everything okay, Jules?” She eyes me for a moment before letting out a long sigh.
“Look Bryce, I love you. You know I do. But I love Morgan too.”
“I know you do.” I’m not sure where she’s going with this, but I stay quiet and let her get her thoughts out.