Chapter 31 #2
As if reading her mind, Morgan’s hand moved downwards towards the hem of Lee’s shirt, her fingers hovering there in anticipation, waiting for approval.
Lee Holmes gave her it with a subtle nod of her head and within seconds, her ex-girlfriend was carefully lifting the shirt over her head, breaking the contact their lips had shared seconds before.
With the contact already broken, Lee extended her own hands to Morgan’s chest, unbuttoning her navy shirt to reveal her olive skin underneath.
Without hesitation, Lee shifted the fabric over her broad shoulders, discarding the shirt to the floor alongside her own T-shirt.
Leaning forward, Lee resumed the kiss, pressing their bodies closer together, her breathing quickening upon feeling Morgan’s skin against her own.
It was peculiar how the sensation felt incredibly new, despite all of the intimate moments they had shared together in the past, as if the forbidden nature of it made her feel more desperate for Morgan’s touch than ever before.
The thought of never having the chance to be close to her again left her body wanting.
Positioning Morgan’s thigh between her legs now, pushing herself against her, she attempted to show Morgan just how deep the need was becoming.
Without hesitation, Morgan lifted Lee by the waist, pinning her against the wall as she held her, pressing her thigh closer to where Lee needed it most. Moaning into Morgan’s mouth, Lee twisted her fingers through her hair simultaneously, clutching each strand tighter every time Morgan pushed her thigh against her center.
Sensing the escalation of their intimacy, Morgan retracted a hand from Lee’s waist, holding her up with her own body and her other hand as she unbuttoned the fastening on Lee’s jeans.
She placed her down upon the ground again for a moment, pulling down her jeans in the process, followed by her underwear.
Pressing a gentle kiss against her neck, followed by her left shoulder, Morgan reached around towards Lee’s back, unclasping her bra with one hand as she stroked the side of her waist with the other, leaving her completely exposed.
Gazing back towards Lee, now, Morgan’s eyes adopted a new sense of longing that she was unfamiliar with—a pained glare that took in all of Lee, from her bare body to all of her inner workings behind it.
Watching Morgan gulp back a wave of anxiety, Lee extended a hand forward, stroking Morgan’s own cheek now as a tear escaped her eyes.
Placing her forehead against Morgan’s, she whispered “it’s okay,” before leaning back to place a kiss upon her temple.
It was only when she looked down towards Morgan’s arms that she noticed the bruising upon her knuckles, the very thing Diana had informed her about prior.
Swallowing the pebble that had formed in her throat, she lifted Morgan’s hand up towards her mouth and kissed her knuckles as gently as she possibly could.
Morgan’s newly bruised hand wrapped itself in Lee’s hair, pulling her closer as their mouths became entwined once again.
With shaky breaths, Morgan wrapped her other hand around Lee’s waist, breaking apart the kiss as she traced new ones down her chest, her stomach, until she was kneeled against the carpet upon the floor, looking up at Lee with two pleading eyes as she separated Lee’s legs and placed her tongue against her center.
Lee was taken aback by the sound that coursed out of her as Morgan focused her attention on where she needed it most, placing a hand against Morgan’s head as she craned her own head back against the wall.
She tried desperately not to think about tomorrow, because at that moment in time, the woman she loved was making her feel things beyond what she thought was possible.
In that moment, they were something more than exchanging texts and cautious steps.
In that moment, they were something, and something, even the most minute molecule of time with Morgan Finch was better than anything anyone else could ever give her; would ever be able to give her.
Lee Holmes had been with others in the past; had allowed others to explore her body and give them the most vulnerable part of herself, and yet, where others had simply regarded her, Morgan had mastered her.
She had learned each intricate detail that was required in order to achieve an inexplicable amount of bliss.
She allowed herself to look down for just a moment, and, as if sensing her, Morgan looked up, their eyes locked together as she continued to highlight just how much she had perfected the art of pleasing her.
It didn’t take long before her legs began to tremble, the weight of her body suddenly pushing down upon her, testing the limits of her strength as she did everything in her power to keep herself steady.
She felt the warmth in her stomach burn brighter now, her eyes pinched firmly shut as her body tensed suddenly, but only for the briefest of moments before the release became all that she was, enveloping her in the fire from the pit of her stomach as the sounds of her pleasure echoed throughout the hallway.
Morgan Finch removed herself from in between Lee’s legs now, wiping her mouth against her hand as she stood, coating it in Lee’s arousal.
Without a word of warning, Morgan wrapped her arms around Lee, holding her in place and more importantly, keeping her upright.
She stared at her for just a moment, green eyes facing amber ones, as she leaned forward and whispered into Lee’s ear. “May I take you to bed?”
Lee allowed her body to lean firmly against Morgan, pressing into her partially clothed body where she herself stood bare.
It was all she could do to stay upright, but as she regained some of her composure, she nodded into Morgan’s neck, before offering an affirmative “yes,” in nothing but a whisper.
It was then that she felt two callused hands wrap themselves around the back of her legs, lifting her from the ground beneath her as she relied solely on Morgan’s strength to keep her from falling.
She wrapped both legs around Morgan now as she expertly carried her towards the bedroom, both of her thumbs stroking her skin in the process.
Lee’s body made contact with the cool sheets upon their bed, followed by her head against the even colder pillow.
She watched in awe as she lay across the sheets as Morgan removed her lower items of clothing above the foot of the bed.
Her jeans, firstly, followed by a black pair of boxer shorts underneath.
It was only then that she attempted to shelve the notion in her mind that perhaps this bed would never be theirs again.
Perhaps only one body would heat these same sheets in future instead of two.
If this truly was to be their final time spent together upon this very bed, Lee Holmes wanted to ensure that she remembered every last inch of Morgan Finch if only so that the manifestation of her would exist in the deepest recesses of her mind, known only to her when the lights were low and her body was wanting.
As Morgan Finch closed the gap between them, Lee’s own desires came to light.
“I want to touch you,” Lee said, somewhat timidly.
Despite having shared moments such as this one numerous times in the past, there was something disparate about it; something offbeat, something that Lee felt intimidated yet excited by at the same time.
Watching Morgan Finch nod just inches away from her face with an equally timid regard made her insides warm.
It made the fire inside her stomach engulf her entire being now at earth shattering temperatures, the pressure having the audacity to rise even now, just when she thought she had hit her breaking point prior.
It spurred her forward as she maneuvered her body on top of Morgan’s own, snaking her hands across her skin.
She tried to ignore the fact that this canvas of flesh had once been hers for the taking, a permanent body for her to set up home in, whereby now it felt like nothing more than a temporary accommodation for her to seek shelter for the night.
And yet, she would seek, and she would find, positioning her body downwards towards Morgan’s thighs as she placed her head between them.
She delayed any form of contact, enjoying the feeling of Morgan growing needy beneath her, pushing her hips forward as she threaded her fingers through Lee’s hair.
Lee Holmes breathed gently against Morgan’s center, or, as gently as she could given the fact that her own body was pulsing with desire.
She delayed for as long as she could—for as long as her patience would allow her, and then without warning, she gave into her desires as she extended her tongue towards where Morgan Finch needed her.
She smiled between her movements, acknowledging the sounds that had already begun to fill the room only seconds after she had made contact.
It was then that she realized she had solved her own enigma concerning power just by being present in the moment.
She didn’t need the dominion that murder provided; the authority she desired was right here.
She was powerful long before she had helped Morgan Finch, and she would be powerful long after.
Using that power now, Lee Holmes wrapped one hand around Morgan’s leg—lifting it farther away from her other leg in order to zap Morgan Finch of her own power completely.
Perhaps she would never admit it aloud, but the idea of someone as dangerous as Morgan giving herself over to Lee was quite possibly the most intoxicating thing she could ever imagine.