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I straddle his hard body, his heat and skin against mine. I start at his throat, lick and kiss. My tongue traces his left collarbone, then his right.
Morgan trembles beneath me.
While I’m using my tongue on his neck and shoulders, with the tips of my fingers I tickle the skin of his torso—up…down, up…down. Learning what his skin feels like everywhere, memorizing each time he sucks in a breath, or rolls his hips, or lets my name fall from his lips.
I tug one nipple with my teeth, then the other, before lashing each with my tongue.
“Everything you do to me feels so good. It’s like I’ve never been touched, each and every time.”
“That’s because you didn’t belong to anyone else the way you do to me. You didn’t own them like you do me either.”
“Fuck yes. Yours,” he says softly.
I kiss him and lick him and touch everywhere on his torso, his pits, his arms. Where my mouth isn’t my hands are, so I can overwhelm Morgan with pleasure. It’s doing the same to me—heart pounding, blood rushing, cock pulsing.
My tongue dips into his belly button, and then I pull his cock to the back of my throat. Morgan thrusts his hips, choking me, my body welcoming it.
His thighs are next, the coarse leg hair against my tongue, making me tremble with need. One, then the other, one knee, then the other. When I get to his feet, I kiss and taste those too, suck a toe into my mouth on the right foot, then the left.
“I need you to fuck me, Dusty. This is incredible, but I need to feel you inside me, need my hole filled with nothing but you.”
My dick twitches, tingles racing down my spine. Damned if I don’t need that too.
“Ride me. I want you to ride me, Morgan.”
He practically growls in response, using his body and strength to flip us so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. He grabs the condom and lube from the nightstand, opening the rubber and rolling it down my aching prick. “I want to get tested so we can fuck raw.”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” I want my cum in him, want his in me too.
Morgan slicks up my cock, adds lube to his fingers, and reaches behind him. He shouldn’t need much prep after how much time I spent on his ass, and like I figured, after working a couple of fingers into his hole, he pulls them free.
Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, I angle it up, and Morgan lifts himself above me and starts to lower. I hiss the second my cockhead presses against him, his body opening up for me, my dick finding its way inside.
“So good. Fuck, you feel so good, Dust.”
I run my hands up and down his body, can’t take my gaze off his beautiful fucking face as he slides down, more of my erection sinking into him. My muscles tighten. The way his body squeezes mine, the heat of him. I’m dizzy with lust, with sensation.
When he lowers completely, my dick buried as deep as it will go inside him, we both breathe out together. “You’re mine, Morgan Swift.”
“So fucking yours.” He lifts up, then lowers himself again. We meet each other, me fucking up and into him while Morgan rides me. Every time I sink inside him, my vision gets blurry and my body shakes.
My balls are full, his gorgeous, sexy body right in front of me.
I spit in my hand, wrap it around his cock, and stroke him while we fuck.
Our bodies slap together, the pull of his hole rising and falling on me, making me feel like I can fly.
I want to move more, need to slam into him, so I flip us, Morgan on his back. We work together to lift his legs over my shoulders before I’m pounding into him again, my hips pistoning, his body lurching with every thrust.
The bed hits the wall. Sweat drips from me to him, our breathing more and more labored and urgent.
Morgan starts working his cock, jacking it while I fuck into him over and over again until his back arches off the bed. His hole tightens around my cock, ribbons of cum spurting from his cock and landing on his chest.
The tight squeeze of his body tips me over the edge, pulls the load from my balls as tremors rack my body and I fill the condom with my release.
“Come here.” Morgan pulls me down on top of him, opening his legs so I rest between them. My dick slips out of him, cum likely spilling from the condom, but neither of us cares. He wraps his legs around me, runs his hands up and down my sweaty back.
I don’t know if I believe in heaven, but if it’s real, I know it’s this moment, in bed with him.
