Chapter 38
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Holding her is selfish.
Loving her for the rest of my life is going to be just as selfish, but it's not like I can flip a switch and turn those emotions off. Letting her go will never be an option for me either.
I know what it means to keep her in my life. I know that keeping her means that she will be on Henry's radar for the rest of his life. I also know that doing so means I risk her being hurt again because Henry will know that the best way to hurt me is to get to her.
It took me hours to fall asleep, and the entire night has been spent with only short bursts of rest. My mind has been racing since we laid down. I know we're protected here, but that hasn't made my brain turn off. I've pictured Henry busting into the house to hurt her, even though I know that isn't really his style. My twin is more of a mental game kind of guy simply because physical wounds heal, and psychological trauma can last much longer.
It's always the head games with him. His arrest means nothing. He won't stay locked up. He never does. I have no doubt he has some sort of failsafe plan in place that will trigger and allow for his release because he somehow tampered with the police department's system before allowing himself to be caught.
That's the part I can't figure out. Why get caught in the first place? Why just sit there and provide clues to be found? As much as I thought I knew Henry's style, I can say that this latest ploy is much different from the ones before it.
I jolt, figuring it's just one more shock to my system as if my body is punishing me for drifting to sleep like it has been doing all night, but then I feel the warm breath and even warmer skin pressed to my body.
Soft kisses trail up my rib cage, and I can't help the groan that leaves my lips.
It's heaven, and as tired as I am, I'm struggling to determine if this is just an incredibly great dream or if somehow my reality is better than I could ever imagine.
"Are you awake?" she asks, her breath warm on my abdomen.
"Yeah, baby," I manage. "I'm awake."
I lift the blanket, finding her pretty eyes pointing up at me, a sleepy smile on her beautiful face.
"Is this okay?" she asks, lowering her mouth and nipping at my skin before turning her eyes back up at me again.
"I don't want you to feel like we have to do anything like this, Morgan."
"This is exactly what I want to do," she whispers. "I want to forget yesterday ever happened."
"But it did happen," I clarify, not wanting her to do something because she thinks it will make her forget, only to regret it when it's over.
She rests her chin on her hands as she continues to look up at me.
"I don't want him to control our lives," she says, her throat working on a swallow. "I don't want what he has done to us to make us lose momentum, not the fake text messages, not the shit that went down yesterday. None of it. I want this because I want you, not because I'm trying to create an escape in my head from the memories."
"I don't want you to regret being with me," I murmur. "I don't want to give you what you think you want and then freak out. I don't want to put a wedge between us because we move too fast, and you're not ready."
"Are you ready?"
I search her eyes before answering, and although I know there are shadows in her mind that will come to the surface eventually, I don't see a sign of that darkness right now. If there were any hint that this was going to backfire on us and cause us problems later on, I would pump the brakes right now.
"I've been ready," I assure her.
Her eyes dart back and forth as if she is also trying to make sure that we're on the exact same page before moving forward, and God help me, her lip twitches a second before her lips spread into a wide smile.
Instead of rising closer and pressing her lips to mine, she moves south, her lips pressing to my skin a second before she nips and bites on her way down to my cock.
Using my left hand, I hold the blanket up so I can watch every single move she makes, and the second she pulls my boxer briefs away from my skin, I realize I have to formulate a plan. Coming in ten seconds wouldn't impress anyone.
I tilt my head up, letting the blanket fall around her, and just live in the sensation as she runs her tongue up the length of me from root to tip. A full-body shiver runs through me, and her light laughter at my response to her mouth is the final piece of the puzzle that slides into place, letting me know that we're both in the right headspace for what's happening.
"Morgan," I moan, my toes curling when she wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks.
Gripping the blanket at my hips does nothing to stave off the urge to just get lost in the gift she's giving me, but I can't seem to put a stop to it.
Calculations run through my head, my mind trying to determine if I come down her throat right now and if I'll have enough recovery time while pleasing her body with my own mouth in order to make love to her after.
My eyes flutter open, and although I can't see what she's doing, I can watch her head move up and down under the blanket with that heaven-sent suction around my cock as she works me over. It's the most perfect thing I've ever felt in my life, and although I know it will, I never want it to end.
I resist the urge to reach under the cover and tangle my fist in her hair because truly the woman doesn't need an ounce of guidance.
When she cups my sack with one hand, using her other to grip the part of my shaft that she can't take into her mouth, every muscle in my body flexes, preparing for an explosive orgasm.
Then she's just gone. Her mouth is no longer on my cock, her hands no longer working me over.
I don't know whether I should feel relieved or frustrated.
My weight shifts on the bed, my hips flexing up, my cock scraping against her body, looking for relief as she slowly makes her way back up, her mouth taking much the same path as it did on her way down.
Her stomach presses against my cock, and it becomes very apparent just how much I'm leaking for her with the wetness cooling on my skin.
"You were going to come," she whispers as she pops her head out from under the blanket.
"I was," I quickly agree. "That mouth of yours should be illegal."
Her eyes sparkle as she smiles, and I would never push the issue. After what she has been through, she needs to be in control, and I'd let her edge me for the rest of my life if it made her happy.
"This one?" she whispers, the pointer finger of her right hand running over her lower lip.
"Come here," I urge, reaching down and grabbing her shoulders so I can pull her mouth to mine.
There was more than one moment in time, once after she left the conference room the other day and again when I wasn't sure what Henry's plan was for her, that I thought I'd never get the chance to kiss her again.
Doing so now, feeling her skin against mine, her tongue sweeping over mine, giving as much as she's taking, brings a million emotions to the surface. I'll fight to keep this woman every single second of every day if I have to, but with the way her hands are running over my skin, her body rolling against mine, I know that we won't spend much time fighting at all.
I know there will be battles, but I imagine they'll be outside forces rather than sparring between us.
I smile as I flip us, rolling her onto her back. She squeals in delight, her hands reaching out to grip me.
I could easily pull my hips back and press forward, sinking to the hilt inside of her, but there will be plenty of time for that. I want her insane with pleasure and begging me for more before we get to that point.
I won't rush with her. Not now, not in thirty years. She deserves patience and time. There will be times when fast pleasure and quick orgasms will be exactly what each of us needs, but not our first time together.
I nip at her skin, much the same way she did me, paying attention first to that sensitive part just below her ear before working my way lower.
"I never would've gotten any sleep if I'd known you'd taken your shirt off," I whisper against her breastbone before turning my head to the right and tracing her nipple with the very tip of my tongue.
"I managed to wait an hour after waking up before attacking you," she says, humor in her voice.
"Never wait," I say, sucking her nipple into my mouth and nipping the tip.
The way her back arches forces me to press my hips forward, driving my erection into the bed in search of relief.
Jesus, I never want this to change. I want to yearn for her always.
"Wake me up, always," I say as I lift my eyes to hers, letting her nipple slowly fall from my lips. "Promise me."
"I promise," she says quickly. "Don't stop."
I lower my head again, smiling against her skin.
I focus all of my attention on her sensitive breasts until she's squirming beneath me, and only then do I move lower, my teeth scraping over her stomach on my way to the real prize.
Her breath catches, stomach concave with anticipation as I brush my lips over her swollen clit. The scent of her surrounds me, and I swear she has the ability to bring a dying man back to life.
Running my tongue right up the center of her, I have to run my arms under her thighs and clamp my hands against her skin to hold her in place. Otherwise, I'd have to chase her pussy, and I need it too much right now to have to fight for the taste of her on my tongue.
Her flavor bursts on my tongue, and I don't hesitate for a second to swallow her down.
She whimpers, her hands tangling in my hair. When I look up, tongue flexing against that most sensitive part of her body, I see her with her hand clamped over her mouth, and for the first time since moving to Vegas I hate the idea of other people in the house.
I want her fully free, unashamed, with nothing holding her reactions back. I want her screams of pleasure echoing off the walls, my name on her lips as she begs me for more.
I draw her clit into my mouth, pulsing the suction until her back is flexing off of the mattress, fingers practically ripping my hair from my head before I press two fingers against her slit.
Her hand falls away, mouth hanging open as she stares down at me, the thrill of her impending orgasm lighting up her eyes.
"Please," she manages through her excitement.
I could easily lift my head and leave her hanging like she did me.
Who am I trying to fool? No, I couldn't. I'd give this woman anything in the world that was within my power, and the things that weren't still wouldn't keep me from trying.
I hook my fingers inside of her and pull forward, increasing the suction on her clit.
As if like the culmination of a magic trick, her eyes widen, her chin pointed toward the ceiling, and the first pulse of her orgasm grips my fingers like a vice. The foreshadowing of how her core is going to feel clamping on my cock nearly has me coming against the fucking mattress.
Her fingers tighten in my hair momentarily before her arm falls to the side, the pulsing of her pussy slowing before waning completely.
She jerks as I pull my fingers free, and then a second time when I swipe my tongue back up the center of her, taking the remnants of her orgasms on my tongue like a prize I won at the carnival.
I press my chin into her lower belly, hands running up and down her sides as I give her time to come back down to reality. I smile when she looks down at me, her eyes glassy and a love-drunk look on her face.
"Condom?" I ask when I have all of her attention.
"I have an IUD," she whispers. "What do you think?"
"I want to see my cum leaking from between your legs," I answer honestly.
"Who would've guessed you'd be so nasty," she says, but there's a hint of need in her tone.
"Is it too much for you?"
She shakes her head, teeth digging into her lower lip. "I think I'd like walking around knowing that part of you is still inside of me."
My cock flexes, ready to give her exactly what she wants.
"No other concerns?" she asks, and I know exactly what she wants to know.
"None," I answer honestly. "You?"
She shakes her head. "None."
I lick each of her nipples on my way to her mouth, my cock leaking further when she doesn't turn her head, telling me she isn't grossed out, kissing me with traces of her orgasm on my lips.
Her hands immediately wrap around me, fingernails digging into my skin when I press forward, the tip of my cock notching at her entrance as if he's been there a million times and is glad to be home once again.
"Look at me," I say as I pull my face back and urge her chin up so we can look each other in the eyes.
I press forward, fighting the urge to let my eyelids flutter closed because the first press inside of her is the most heavenly thing I've ever felt in my life. She's lush, wet, and so fucking tight, I just know I'm going to embarrass the shit out of myself in about five point two seconds.
"Robert," she whispers, her hips circling slightly as her body works to accommodate my intrusion. "Go slow."
A rush of breath slips past her lips as I lock my hips, waiting until she's ready for more.
She lifts her legs, wrapping them around my hips before flexing her body upward.
Now it's my turn to moan, my mouth hanging open as she takes me fully inside of her.
"Jesus," I pant. "Ready?"
With a single dip of her head, she gives me the permission I need.
I pull back and press forward, stars invading my vision.
Sex has never felt like this before, and I feel like I've missed so much in life without her by my side, but as I press forward again, I know this is exactly how things are meant to be. We found each other at the very perfect time in our lives.
I press my lips to hers, using one hand against the mattress to hold myself up and the other to grip her ass cheek, locking her in place so I can fill her completely.
We moan in each other's mouths, and when she slides a hand in between us, I know exactly what's going to happen very quickly.
Her fingers slowly run along her clit, the back of her hand rubbing that sensitive area just above the base of my cock.
"Not gonna last," I warn.
"Me either," she manages, and a second later, I feel her core clamp around me.
"Jesus," I growl, pulling back once more and pressing forward.
The pulse of her orgasm carries me over the edge, and it's the most perfect thing that has ever happened in my life.
My cock kicks inside of her, my own orgasm fierce and powerful.
Somehow, I manage to fall to the side of her, my arm around her back as I haul her onto my chest, cock still fully seated inside of her.
"I want that every day for the rest of my life," she whispers, her cheek pressed to my pectoral.
"Might get weird in the hospital after you have my babies," I say, knowing I didn't fuck up by not filtering my words when I feel her lips curl up into a smile against my skin.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, wondering if I'll ever have the strength to let her go long enough to even grab something to eat or water before we starve or get dehydrated.