Page 85 of Under Her

She moans into my mouth, her hands winding into my hair, her naked body pressed to mine, and it’s everything I could ever want.

We kiss for a while until we decide we should really leave the shower. We don’t wash each other, as we agree it would probably end up taking a whole lot longer.

I wash my body and hair, and I’m done in three seconds flat. So, I get out and wrap a towel around my waist. I brush my teeth while Morgan finishes washing her hair.

I hear the water turn off, and I hand her a towel as she steps out of my shower.

“Thanks.” She squeezes the water out of her hair and then wraps a towel around her body.

“Do you have a spare toothbrush?” she asks. “Mine’s in my case, and I don’t fancy digging it out.”

“Sure.” I get a new toothbrush out of the cupboard and hand it to her.

I leave her brushing her teeth, and I go into my bedroom and slip on some pajama pants.

Thinking about her clothes, I get her a T-shirt of mine to wear so as to save her from having to go through her case.

She appears in the doorway, sans towel, wearing nothing but a smile.

“God, you’re fucking hot,” I tell her.

She smiles shyly. It’s so fucking awesome that she’s confident enough to walk into my bedroom naked, but when I compliment her on her obvious hotness, she goes coy.

“I got you a T-shirt of mine to wear. Save you from digging through your case for clothes.” I walk over and hand it to her, and of course, I kiss her because I can.

She pulls on my T-shirt. It falls to her knees.

“You hungry?” I ask her.

The last time we ate was on the plane, and that was hours ago.

“A little.”

“I can order in if you want.”

“Sounds great.”

She follows me into the kitchen where we decide on Chinese food after looking through my many takeout menus.

I ring the order through. Then, I grab us a couple of beers, and we hit the couch.

She snuggles up into my side, and I put my arm around her.

Look at me, being all domesticated and coupley.

I used to think it would feel weird to be with a woman like this. But being here with Morgan feels as natural as breathing.

And I’m finding that I like just being with her, talking to her, spending time together as much as I like being inside her.

I pick up the remote and turn the TV on. “You wanna watch a movie?” I ask her.

“Sure. What do you have in mind?”

“We could go new or an old favorite,” I say as I start to flick through Netflix. “Actually, have you seen Breaking Bad?” I ask as I come to a stop on it. “I know it’s not a movie, but Coop has been getting on me to watch it. Apparently, it’s fucking awesome.”

“I’ve heard it’s really good, too. Put it on.”

I select the first episode and press play.