Ruby
She was exhausted. It had been a fantastic afternoon, but draining all the same. Feeling the need to get out of her dress, she changed and returned to the living room just as Morgan came back from Blue’s evening walk.
“I stole one of your shirts again.”
His head shot up, brow cocked. “You did, huh? What else do you have on?”
“Shorts and slippers.”
Morgan stowed away Blue’s leash, emerging with a pair of fluffy pink slippers. “I was hoping these would make it easier for you when you come over.”
She squealed and happily danced her way over to him, planting a smooch onto his cheek. “I love them!”
“And fluffy socks just in case.”
She hastened to kick her old ones off and slipped her feet into the new ones. “They’re perfect—thank you.”
Morgan pulled her in, spearing his fingers through her hair and bringing his mouth down to hers in a toe-curling, gut-melting kiss she couldn’t get enough of.
Her fingers laced behind his neck, arching to press into every curve of his body.
A groan pressed through their mouths and vibrated every muscle in her body as he dropped his hands to clench her ass.
He hauled her into his arms, his fingers slipping under her tiny shorts.
“Oh darlin’, you can’t keep secrets like this.”
“Secrets?” she panted.
Morgan’s fingers curled, sinking into the soft skin. “You call these shorts?”
She giggled, lips brushing over his as she tightened her thighs around his waist. “I do.”
“They’re barely covering your ass.” Confidently, Morgan started moving, striding past the table and to his bedroom. His fingers crept higher, his chest vibrating as his voice deepened. “No panties?”
“Keep looking.”
Morgan crooked a brow, then dropped her to the mattress, stretching his body over hers and claiming her mouth in another swoon-worthy kiss.
Her eyes fluttered shut, arms snaking around him so her fingers could dance along his spine.
Their tongues tangled as she lost herself in his touch, his scent, and the butterflies that twirled in her stomach.
Her heart raced, blood surging through her veins and lighting nerves on fire.
Once her fingertips had reached his shoulder blades, his muscles flexed, and he broke off the kiss.
Her eyes flew open to protest, only to find Morgan tossing his shirt to the floor.
But before she could admire the ink across his chest, he dipped down and licked into her mouth once more.
His weight pinned her to the mattress, his body shifting to allow his fingers to ghost over her thigh and dip beneath the hem of her shorts.
“There they are,” he husked, his fingers wandering along the thin fabric barely separating his fingers from where she really wanted him. “Is that lace I feel?”
“Mmhmm,” she agreed, barely able to keep her breathing calm.
“May I see?”
Swallowing down her insecurities, she agreed with a hushed whisper, “Yes.”
Morgan’s lips turned into an excited smirk, and he brushed one more kiss across her nose before shifting his body south.
His nose trailed between her breasts, his fingers curling around the waistband of her shorts.
Her body quivered, nerves fluttering as his hot breath danced over her exposed stomach.
In one swift motion, he pulled the shorts down her legs and tossed them aside, patting her inner thigh.
“Spread your legs, darlin’.”
Her legs practically fell open in invitation, and Morgan settled between them.
He hummed a chuckle, his lips trailing over her stretchmark-covered thigh to her hip. “Of course they’re red.” His fingers caressed the lace that hid her clit. “Tell me, does your bra match?”
“It did.”
Morgan’s brows hit his hairline. “Did, huh?” But before she could even form a response, his fingers had already pushed under her shirt.
He cupped her left tit and let his thumb circle over her nipple.
“I love how your body is begging for my touch. If only your words could do the same.” He bit down on the hem of her panties, dragging them off with nothing more than his teeth.
Once her pussy was bare, he settled between her thighs again. Her heart raced so fast that it made her head spin, and his tongue darting out and licking a slick path to her clit didn’t do much to calm her libido either.
Moaning, she snapped a hand down to her man’s neck. “It’s okay. You don’t have to.”
His hands grabbed her waist and held her still.
He repeated the motion with his tongue pressing down on her clit as she desperately tried to wriggle out of his grip.
Flames licked through her bloodstream as heat pooled in the pit of her stomach.
When she didn’t stop moving away from him, he pushed his hands under her thighs and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to either side of her body.
“Why are you fighting me?”
“You don’t have to do that,” she repeated weakly, fighting to get her hands free again, but Morgan wasn’t relenting.
Morgan fell silent, turning his head to feather a kiss over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Are you saying that because you don’t enjoy it, or because you are afraid, I won’t enjoy it?”
She stilled, his words sinking in as she parted her lips.
She already had the lie on her tongue—the one she’d perfected with Rick, knowing that he would be annoyed if she asked him to do that for her.
Another kiss to her other thigh, and a sweet adoring smile beaming up from between her legs had her pivoting the thought. “Will you enjoy it?”
“I will. Has a man led you to enjoy it less?”
She took a deep, centring breath, trying to relax. “Yes.”
“I know how hard it is to trust someone you barely know, but please do when I tell you that I will take great pleasure in spoiling you.” His tongue spread her folds before he teased a kiss against her clit. “You’ll see, darlin’.”
She shivered, deciding that her new pet name was the only way she wanted to be addressed from that moment forward.
She focused on her breathing, the tension in her body slowly dissolving with each exhale as Morgan’s tongue swiped through her folds again.
She whimpered as he reached her clit and swirled over the sensitive pearl.
Her thighs shook as he sucked, the fire simmering in her veins exploding.
His skilled tongue played, teased, and danced across her clit.
Her head rolled back into the pillows, nails biting into where his wrists pinned hers to the mattress.
Morgan groaned and loosened his grip, rubbing the ache away.
Eyes closed, she tried to banish the guilt she’d learned to experience when receiving that type of pleasure from a partner.
The clock ticked in the back of her mind, reminding her she didn’t have long before he would stop and demand that she return the favour.
Instead, Morgan continued to lick and suck like he hadn’t eaten in days.
Her toes curled and her insides melted. Even though he was doing all the right things, she wasn’t even close to climax.
Her thoughts spun and the more she feared the nearing end, the more it took her out of the moment and catapulted her miles away from the finish line.
“Morgan…” she pleaded, unsure of what she was even asking for.
“Shh. You’re doing so well, darlin’.” Her pet name and a flick of his tongue had her hips arching for more. “Good, just like that. Let your man take care of you.”
Oh god.
More pressure as he flattened his tongue against her clit and made her thighs twitch. Her eyes rolled back, rocking herself against his mouth. His responding groan vibrated through the air as he worked her faster.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged, tears burning behind her eyelids.
As if to reassure her, Morgan pressed harder and swirled his tongue around her swollen clit. Her mind calmed, diving into the pleasure and losing track of time as he rewarded her with wordless praise.
“Don’t stop,” her words were barely audible as a tear slipped down the side of her face and over her temple. “Please.”
And he didn’t, his thumbs lovingly caressing the soft skin of her wrists as he assaulted her clit with his mouth. Her thighs clenched around his head, toes curling against the sheets and her body coiling up against him. She was so close, closer than she’d ever been with a man.
“Again,” she begged when he sucked her hard and made a wondrous motion with his tongue.
He did. Over and over, Morgan made her body beg for more.
He didn’t stop—wouldn’t stop. And when that realisation sunk into her whole being, she slid off the edge and into her orgasm.
She was safe with him, allowed to take her time.
Not under any pressure to find her release.
She hadn’t even known that was all the comfort she needed.
Tears spilled as his kisses softened and trailed up to her stomach. “You did wonderfully, darlin’.” Soft, wet lips feathered around her bellybutton before he shifted and braced himself beside her head and cupped her cheek. “Oh sweet, gorgeous Ruby,” he hummed, feeling her tear-dampened skin.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffed, her body quivering as she rested her arms around his neck.
“There’s no need to apologise. Have I hurt you?” he asked, worry clouding his stunning green eyes as he held up her wrist to inspect it.
“The opposite.”
His lips softly pressed against her cheek, his fingers lacing between hers as he pressed their hands into the mattress above her head. “You did so well.”
This was humbling, so much so that her heart felt as if it was going to burst. “You didn’t stop.”
“I didn’t, darlin’.” A kiss to her forehead. “I promised you, didn’t I?”
“You did,” she closed her eyes and inhaled his soothing cologne, “and you held it.”
Morgan spread kisses over her cheeks and nose before climbing off the bed to locate her clothes. “I believe now that I’ve eaten, so should you as well,” he joked, helping her redress.
“You don’t want anything? I mean… In return?”
“I don’t and who ever taught you that better pray me and my brothers aren’t around to find out.” Morgan then pulled her to her feet and tugged her to follow him back to the kitchen.