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Sabrina
Holy Shit, that’s a big dick. I mean, I saw it the other day. Christ on a cracker, I had it in my mouth last week...Maybe it’s my nerves, but I don’t think that thing’s gonna fit. Murphy kisses a trail up the inside of my leg, along the curve of my hip, licking his way over my breast until he takes my mouth and swallows my moan as he begins to press in.
I scratch my nails down his back and grab his ass as he groans and oh, so slowly inches in further. Just as I start to relax into the rhythm, both his arms wrap around my body, and we’re flipped over so I’m straddling his lap. One fluid maneuver, and he moved both of us. The strength of this man is so sexy.
Every inch of our bodies is connected. My skin is a live wire sparking with every motion, every touch of our skin, every kiss of his lips and lick of his tongue. I may be on top, but Murphy’s in control. Slow and steady and, oh my God, so freaking amazing.
Those big hands move back to my face, and with every thrust of his hips, he’s kissing me harder.
Deeper.
Yet somehow softer and so much sweeter.
Grinding down onto him, I swivel my hips and moan. The friction on my clit is incredible. My arms wrap around his neck, and I bury my head in his shoulder, sucking the spot between where they meet. Murphy wraps my hair around his fist and pulls back just enough that I’m forced to bend back slightly. He’s angling me away from him and positioning me so he can suck my peaked nipple tightly in his mouth before biting down on it with his teeth. He’s giving me that last little edge I needed.
I know I’m not going to last long, but I don’t want this to ever end. Just as that thought enters my conscious, Murph moves his other hand between us and circles my clit with his finger. I explode in earth-shattering colors.
“Oh, God, Aiden,” his name leaves my lips on a prayer.
He follows me over the edge with my name a shout echoing through the room.
I’m wrapped around him and don’t want to move.
This wasn’t what I was expecting tonight.
This was an entirely different level than what I was prepared for.
Than what my heart was ready for.
We stay like that for what feels like hours, but in reality, it’s only minutes. Murphy stands up with me still wrapped around him and carries us into the bathroom. He places me down on the counter, then locks the door leading to Sebastian’s room. I hear him dispose of the condom then turn the water on in the oversized jetted tub.
Coming back to me, he runs his palms up and down my thighs. I can’t take my eyes off his hands. They look so big against my legs, so powerful and yet so gentle.
“Wanna soak in the tub with me, Princess?”
Bringing my eyes back up to his chest, I notice the bruising has gotten worse. In the fluorescent light of the bathroom, he looks like he’s been to war and back. My fingertips trace the light dusting of dark reddish-brown hair that frames his firm pecs. Dropping lower, I follow the lines of his abs. He’s cut and defined like a Roman statue I once saw. It was called The Dying Gladiator, and Murphy puts it to shame.
“Sabrina.” He lifts my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. Oops. I guess I wasn’t paying attention. “Wanna soak in the tub with me? I don’t have any girly stuff, but I’ve got some Epsom salts.”
Grabbing his hands, I carefully get off the counter, making a mental note to wipe that down before someone places a washcloth or, worse, a toothbrush there. Murphy gets in the tub first, then helps me in. The water is scalding hot but feels heavenly on my muscles. I lean my back against his chest and close my eyes.
We sit in silence, both of us relaxing, lost in our own thoughts. My head is leaning to the side, my neck exposed when Murphy starts kissing me there. I twist to look at him. “Down, boy. I think you may have broken me. I don’t even think I could make myself come three times in one night, and my vibrator is amazing.”
He moves my hair out of his way as he starts to kiss the back of my neck. My head falls forward, granting him the access he wants. “You won’t be needing that anymore. I told you, I own your orgasms. There isn’t anything wrong with you, Sabrina. And I’ll happily eat that pussy any time, night or day, to remind you of that.”
“I’ll have to remember that the next time I’m stressed before an exam. Who needs to run the track when I can just sit on my boyfriend’s face?” I can’t help but laugh until I realize what I just said.
Oh shit. I sit up. I didn’t mean to say that. It just slipped out. I feel him tense up behind me for a moment before he stands to get out of the tub. With all the fun of the last few minutes gone from my voice, I whisper, “Sorry, Murph. I didn’t mean that. I’m not someone who needs a label. Can we forget I said that?”
When I look up at him, Murphy is wrapping a towel around his waist. He grabs one for me and holds it out until I step into it and allow him to wrap it around me and knot it at my chest. I’m guided back into the bedroom, the smell of sex still lingering in the air.
Murph sits down on the bed and pulls me to stand between his legs. “Sabrina, look at me.”
My eyes snap to his.
“You don’t need to apologize. We didn’t talk about it, but I don’t want you seeing anyone else. I don’t share what’s mine, and I want you to be mine. You good with that?” He rests his hands on my waist.
“Yes.” I don’t recognize my own voice when I answer. Taking a step closer, I continue, “Yes, if it goes both ways. I don’t want to think of you with anyone else either.”
“You sure you want me to be your boyfriend? Because I’ve never done this before, and I’m a possessive asshole. I can damn sure tell you that I want you to be mine. Just mine. If that makes you my girlfriend, so be it.” His hands move from my waist to my ass, and he pulls me against him.
Running my hands through his damp hair, I answer, “Does this mean I can kick the jersey-chasers to the curb when they come around you?”
“I think I’d like to watch that.” He yanks, and my towel falls to the floor.
I’m thrown down onto the bed, and my next breath is swallowed by this man as he kisses me. His hand goes to my hip as his face hovers over mine. “You okay, Princess?”
“Be careful with my heart, Murphy.” The vulnerability in my voice scares me but not him.
Leaning down, he kisses me gently. “I’ll guard it with my life, Princess.”
