Chapter 4 Good Morning
Chapter four
Good Morning
Jade
Iwoke slowly, cocooned in warmth that seemed to radiate from every direction. For a moment, I just lay there, savoring the feeling of being completely enveloped by him, it felt like home, which was ridiculous considering I'd known him less than twenty-four hours. But there it was. Home.
It struck me then, the difference between this moment and every morning I'd woken up next to Trevor.
With Trevor, I'd always come to consciousness with a knot in my stomach, my body tense before my eyes even opened.
I'd learned to wake up silently, to ease out of bed without disturbing him because his morning moods were unpredictable at best. There'd been a script to follow.
don't talk too much, don't be too cheerful, don't take too long in the bathroom, don't make too much noise.
With Magnur, there was no script, no tension, no mental checklist of how to make myself smaller, quieter, less. Just warmth and the strange certainty that I was exactly where I belonged. Magnur's arm tightened instinctively, pulling me closer as he started to wake up.
"Morning, my mate," he murmured.
I smiled, unable to help myself. "Morning."
I shifted, rolling to face him properly, my thigh brushed against something hard and hot.
Oh. Well good morning to you too, big guy.
I slid down his body, the silk sheets cool against my bare skin as I made my way beneath the covers.
Magnur's breath hitched, his hands finding my shoulders as I positioned myself between his thighs.
"Jade."
"I want to taste you," I told him, looking up the impressive landscape of his torso to meet his eyes. "Is that okay?"
Instead of answering, he reached down and swept the sheet away, exposing both of us to the morning light. One large hand cupped my cheek before sliding into my hair, fingers threading through the short strands.
"Yes," he finally said. "Show me how badly you want it."
A thrill ran through me at the command in his tone.
I maintained eye contact as I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to trace the head of his cock in a slow circle.
His sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement I needed.
I took him into my mouth, the weight of him heavy on my tongue, the taste of him intoxicating, his fingers tightened in my hair, guiding my movements as I worked more of him into my mouth.
"That's it," he growled, his eyes never leaving mine. "Take as much as you can, sweet girl."
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, using my hand to work what wouldn't fit in my mouth.
"Don't look away," he commanded when my eyes threatened to close in concentration. "I want to see you enjoying this. I want to watch you worship my cock with that pretty mouth."
I moaned around him, the vibration making him hiss. His grip in my hair tightened, setting a pace that had me taking him deeper with each downstroke.
"So good," he praised, his voice strained. "Such a perfect mate, taking me so well.
I doubled my efforts, my free hand moving to cup his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers. His thighs tensed, a growl building in his chest that I could feel through my palm pressed against his abdomen.
"I'm going to come," he warned, the words barely human. "And you're going to swallow every drop."
When he finally came, it was with a roar that probably woke his neighbors, his hand holding me firmly in place as he pulsed against my tongue.
I swallowed everything, just as he'd commanded, maintaining eye contact through it all, watching the pleasure transform his face into something beautiful and terrifying.
As the last shudders passed through him, his grip in my hair gentled, fingers massaging my scalp in silent praise. I released him slowly, pressing one last kiss to the head of his cock before sliding back up his body.
"Good morning to you too," I said with a grin.
His answering laugh was rough and rich and impossibly sexy. "Indeed it is," he agreed, pulling me up for a kiss.
Magnur's bathroom was exactly what I would have expected, ridiculously luxurious. The shower alone was bigger than my kitchen, with multiple showerheads, a built-in bench, and floor-to-ceiling glass.
"You look like you're enjoying yourself," Magnur observed.
"I'm trying to figure out how to fit this shower into my apartment," I replied. "I think I'd just have to knock down all the walls and accept that I live in a bathroom now."
His laugh echoed against the tile. He reached past me for a bottle of body wash, the movement bringing his chest flush against my back. I felt the hard length of him press against my lower back, already recovered from our bedroom activities.
"Insatiable," I murmured, leaning back into him.
"Only for you." He squeezed some of the soap into his palm before setting the bottle aside. "Turn around."
I obeyed, facing him as his large hands began to work the soap into a lather across my shoulders and down my arms. When his hands moved to my breasts, the pretense of cleaning disappeared entirely. He cupped them, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.
"You're supposed to be washing me," I pointed out breathlessly, "not starting something we don't have time to finish."
"Who says we don't have time?"
Before I could respond, he was lifting me and pressing my back against the cool tile wall. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.
"I'm going to fill this pretty pussy," he growled, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance, "so full you'll feel me all day long."
"Yes," I gasped, digging my heels into his lower back, urging him forward.
He entered me in one smooth thrust that knocked the breath from my lungs. He held still for a moment, letting my body adjust, his forehead pressed against mine as we shared breath in the steamy air.
"Mine," he murmured, and then he began to move.
Each thrust drove me higher up the wall before gravity brought me back down onto him, impaling me deeper each time. The angle was perfect, hitting spots inside me that had me seeing stars. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging hard enough to leave marks that would fade all too quickly.
"Look at you, taking me so well. So perfect for me."
His words were like gasoline on the fire building inside me, pushing me closer to the edge with each thrust. When his hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit, I shattered around him, a cry tearing from my throat that echoed against the tile.
He worked me through that orgasm and straight into another, murmuring praise against my neck where he sucked marks into my skin.
"Again," he demanded. "Give me one more, sweet girl."
"I can't," I whimpered, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
"You can," he insisted, shifting his angle slightly to hit that perfect spot inside me. "And you will. For me."
The thread between us pulsed, turning my insides molten as his pace increased. Water streamed down his face, making his eyes gleam like bloody jewels as he watched me come apart in his arms. The third orgasm made my vision white out as my body clamped down on him, wringing a groan from his chest.
"That's it," he praised, his rhythm faltering as his own release approached. "So good for m—"
His words dissolved into a growl as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside me as he came. We stayed like that for long moments, eventually, he eased me back to my feet, his hands steadying me when my knees threatened to give out.
"You okay?" he asked.
I laughed shakily. "I'm pretty sure I've ascended to another plane of existence, but otherwise, yeah. I'm good."
By the time we stepped out of the shower, I felt like a new woman. Magnur wrapped me in a plush towel and carried me back to the bedroom to get dressed.
"My dress," I suddenly remembered, glancing down at what was left of it.
"I'll buy you ten more," he promised, moving to his closet. "But for now..."
He returned with a crisp white shirt. I took it, slipping it on over my still-damp skin. The fabric was soft and smelled like him, the hem hitting mid-thigh on me, decent enough to get me home without causing a scandal.
"This will work," I conceded, rolling up the sleeves.
The elevator ride down to the garage felt surreal, things had happened so quickly but I wouldn't change anything. Being with Magnur felt as easy as breathing, I'd never felt this relaxed and happy with someone.
"Just so you understand," Magnur said as he opened the passenger door for me, "I'm only taking you home because we both have work commitments, this isn't me letting you go."
"Is that so?" I arched an eyebrow, sliding into the leather seat.
He leaned down, one hand braced on the car roof, bringing his face level with mine.
"I fully intend to return later today to pick you up," he continued as if I hadn't spoken. "Pack a bag. Stay with me for a while."
"Awfully presumptuous," I teased, though we both knew I wasn't actually objecting. "We've known each other all of twenty-four hours, and you're already asking me to move in?"
"Yes, to stay forever in fact but I'm trying to take it slow."
He closed my door and walked around to the driver's side, giving me a moment to process. Stay with him. Yeah, it wasn't exactly a tough decision.
"So," he said as he started the engine, the car purring to life beneath us, "what does your day look like?"
"Client meeting at eleven, then I need to finish up some wireframes for a new accessibility project." I gestured down at his shirt. "After I change into actual clothes, of course."
"Of course." His smile was warm as he navigated out of the garage. "You'll need a workspace at my place."
"I can work from anywhere," I assured him. "Perks of being a remote designer. But a desk would be nice."
"There's a second bedroom I use as an office," he said, eyes on the road as he smoothly merged into traffic. "We can set up a space for you there. The light is good."
I tried not to read too much into it, this casual planning for my comfort in his space. Tried and failed. "That sounds perfect."
His hand found mine on the seat between us, engulfing it completely. "I want to show you my workshop sometime. The fashion house."
"I'd like that," I said, honestly curious to see where he worked. "Though I should warn you, I know nothing about fashion. My expertise ends at 'does this match' and 'can I spill coffee on this without ruining it.'"
He laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Then I'll have to educate you." His eyes flicked to me briefly before returning to the road. "And dress you."
"You just want an excuse to measure me," I accused playfully.
"I don't need excuses to put my hands on you." he replied.
The rest of the drive passed in comfortable conversation about our respective work.
I told him about my latest project, he shared stories about difficult clients who didn't understand the time required for tailoring.
When we pulled up outside my building, I felt an unexpected pang of reluctance.
The thought of leaving his presence, even temporarily, made the thread between us tighten almost painfully.
"I'll walk you up," he said, already opening his door.
"You don't have to—" I began, but he was already rounding the car to my side.
"I know I don't have to," he interrupted gently, opening my door and offering his hand. "I want to."
At my building's entrance, he backed me against the doorframe, bending down and capturing my mouth in a kiss that had me melting into him, fingers clutching his lapels, holding on for dear life. When he finally pulled back, I was breathless, my lips tingling, my head spinning.
"I'll be back for you," he promised, his voice rough. "Pack what you need."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He pressed one more kiss to my forehead before stepping back.
"Go," he urged softly. "Before I change my mind and take you back to my bed instead."
I slipped inside the building, my legs unsteady as I made my way to the elevator. The thread between us stretched as the distance grew, a constant reminder of what awaited me at the end of the day. I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling the warm pulse of it against my palm.
For the first time in years, I let myself imagine possibilities beyond the careful boundaries I'd built. And for once, the thought didn't terrify me.