Morgan #2
But when he attempted to loosen the knot, Ruby’s timid words stopped him. “Can we keep it on a little longer?”
“Of course, but please know that you don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“I’m not, it just feels good.”
“We could talk a little more about the things we both enjoy if you like.”
A pause before she agreed. “Yes, I’m sorry. I was nodding again.”
“You are doing wonderfully, working on verbalising your responses. It’s something we automatically do, isn’t it?
Old habits are hard to break.” He felt her hands turn, palms facing each other as she tested the limits of her restraints.
It seemed to be experimental, rather than trying to free herself from them.
“We’ve clearly established that you like receiving oral pleasure. What about being on the giving side?”
“I’m not really good at it.”
He cocked his brow and deepened his voice. “That doesn’t answer my question, darlin’.”
“I guess I never had a chance to enjoy it because I knew I wasn’t very skilled.”
“Would you like me to teach you and then reevaluate your feelings towards it?”
“Yes.”
“So eager,” he husked.
“Do you have any limits?”
“Anal.” The answer shot out of him. “Both receiving and giving.”
“Glad we agree on that.”
Morgan skimmed his fingers over her arms, to her elbow and back, to find her fingers laced with each other. “This feels good. Talking to you feels effortless.”
“Fearless,” she whispered. “I don’t wonder whether or not I’ll ruin the mood with what I’m saying.”
Both hands cupped her jaw, thumbs finding her plush lips. “The things I want to do with you.”
“Maybe you can start with some right now.”
Before he knew it, his lips pressed down on hers, guiding her backward to the mattress as one hand slipped to cup her neck.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded, his voice dropping to a groaned husk.
She didn’t need him to say it twice, her body shifting beneath him until he could grind his hard cock against the apex of her legs. “Push your hands into my pants.”
The tension seemed to melt from Ruby’s body.
He watched her face closely, the muscles in her forehead easing and her eyes closing, but not one ounce forceful.
Her fingers inched down his stomach, hesitantly dipping behind the waistband of his sweats.
Her lips curled into a delicious smile when she was met with bare skin.
She gasped and bit her lip, brushing the leaking tip of his cock.
A brief hesitation, and she teased down his length.
“Wrap your fingers around me.” She did as told, her smile still vibrant as she worried her lip. “Tighter, darlin’. Don’t be scared.”
Ruby obeyed, and a low groan tore up from his chest. Fuck, it felt good—so much more than her hand on his dick. She trusted him. He didn’t dare close his eyes, soaking in her breathtaking features as she explored his cock.
“You’re making me feel so good.”
Her already pink cheeks deepened in colour.
God, he was going to have so much fun with her.
He rested his forehead against hers, slowly thrusting into her hands.
He couldn’t help the indecent sounds coming from him as he used her palms, tugging her lip free from her teeth.
Her nose scrunched but before she could protest, he pressed his thumb to her mouth.
“Suck.”
Her lips closed around him, just as tight as her hands around his cock. Her tongue flattened against his thumb and he almost lost it, imagining what that would feel like on his cock
“God, you’re going to make me come,” he said, pulling his thumb from her mouth with a pop.
“Is that a bad thing?” Oh, how precious. She was genuinely concerned.
“It would be so messy—my cum all over your pretty fingers.” He fucked into her palms, unable to stop even if he wanted to.
“I want that,” Ruby pleaded.
He groaned, heart racing and hips thrusting faster. “You want my cum dirtying your hands?”
“Yes,” she panted in response.
She pressed her mouth to his, and he smoothed his hand around to her throat.
Without adding pressure, he softly caressed her pulse point with his thumb.
She gasped into the kiss, hands tightening and squeezing his orgasm right out of him.
His body coiled and his toes curled as he pulled back until only his cockhead remained between her palms. He swelled and pulsed, coating her skin with his release, the warm sensation only making it that much sweeter.
“Such a perfect darlin’ you are,” he hummed against her lips, rising from the bed despite the quivering in his legs.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He lifted her into his arms bridal style and walked her to the bathroom.
There, he sat her on the counter beside the sink and let the water warm up. “Did your clothes get dirty?”
“No, but some spilled on my legs.”
He retrieved some washcloths as Ruby ran her hands beneath the water. Once her hands were dry, he untied her and let her clean the mess on her thighs, showing no shame in dropping his dampened sweats and cleaning himself. “Don’t move,” he called over his shoulder as he went to fetch a new pair.
As he carried her back to the bed, she was suppressing yawns, so he tucked her against him under the blanket, holding her close and enjoying the intimate moments they’d just shared.