All in Time (9 page)

“You’re right!” She started gathering up things but he stopped her. “Just get your purse.”

“But my computer—”

“It can all be replaced. Come on, let’s go.”

They hurried through the apartment and into the hall. Morgan punched the elevator button. Nothing happened. No lights, no sound. Nothing. He punched it a few more times and they waited. Still nothing.

“I guess it’s like the clocks—stopping time stopped the elevator,” she suggested.

“Then we take the stairs.”

When they reached the lobby level they stopped and gawked. The man at the front reception desk was frozen, his mouth open as he held the telephone receiver to his ear. A woman was halted in mid-stride, looking over her shoulder at the man on the phone.

“This is a little creepy.” Sara reached for Morgan’s hand and they hurried to the glass doors.

And found them immovable. The automatic opening function had frozen. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t open them. “Let’s try the stairs to the parking garage,” Morgan said and pulled her along as he raced for the rear exit.

Like the front entrance, the door wouldn’t budge.

“Now what?” she asked.

Morgan frowned and shook his head. “I don’t know. It appears we’re stuck. If you unfreeze time then we’re in danger and can’t leave.”

“Doesn’t look like we can leave anyway,” she said.

He blew out his breath and headed for the stairs again. “Where are we going?” she asked as he pulled her along.

“To the apartment. We need to figure out how to use this to our advantage.”

Once back in the apartment, he flopped down on the sofa, frowning tightly. Sara went to the bathroom then sat down on the bed. “Maybe I should try to unfreeze things,” she called out to him.

A moment later he entered the bedroom. “Or not.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t,” Morgan said softly.

“What?” She stopped and stared at him in shock.

“Don’t make it start back. Not yet.”

“Morgan, I don’t even know that it’s me who did this. And if it is I sure don’t know how I did it or how to undo it.”

“Then see if you can.”

She concentrated as hard as she could. He went to the window and looked out. “Still frozen.”

They had no idea how long she tried, over and over. And each time she failed.

“Oh god, what are we going to do, Morgan?”

“Stop trying.” He took her hand. “Look, I know it’s crazy but if this is real then let it last—at least for a little while.”

“You’re out of your mind,” she whispered. “There’s a man out there…”

“Frozen,” he interrupted and suddenly laughed. “You’re right. This is so unbelievable maybe I am out of my mind. But if that’s the case, then at least let me have my fantasies.”

She resisted when he tugged on her hand. “Morgan, this isn’t a game.”

He laughed, earning a frown from her. “Come on, Sara. We’ve been handed something…incredible. A moment in time that’s for us alone. Don’t waste it.”

His words struck home. Maybe it was crazy. Who knew? But he was right. They did seem to have been handed a moment where the rest of the world was on hold, and only the two of them were left to experience this standstill. Who knew what would happen in the next moment? If she failed to protect him then it wouldn’t matter anyway.

Suddenly she wanted time to stay on hold, wanted the moment to be theirs alone. If it was to be one of their last, she wanted it to count.

Without another word she let him pull her down on the bed. He spooned his body around hers, moving her long hair to one side to kiss her shoulder. His hand stroked her thigh and moved up along the curve of her hip.

Sara felt his cock stiff and hot against her lower back and reached around to position it between her legs, feeling the hard length of it from clit to anus as she wiggled back against him. His arms moved around her, hands cupping her breasts and gently thumbing her hard nipples through the blouse and bra. Even through the layers of material the feeling was electric. She wondered if his excitement could equal half of what she felt.

Morgan’s excitement was churning like liquid fire. The feel of her firm ass moving in circles, her thighs squeezing his dick and the warm, moist softness of her pussy pressed against the length of him brought old fantasies to life. The line between reality and fantasy blurred.

He realized that he was grinding against her, pressing firmer against her silky sex, sliding along the cleft of her ass and pussy as she clamped around him. She reached up and gently moved his hands from her breasts, over her abdomen, and down over the slight swell to her mound.

She was so warm, so soft. His hand moved in small circles, down her wet slit and back up to her clit, feeling the wetness beginning to slick his fingers. A throaty moan escaped her lips as he stroked the swelling nub. Her hips rocked more forcefully, sliding over his dick.

He moved his fingers down, spreading her labia, pressing into her pussy. She gave another slight moan as he stroked her slowly. Just as he felt a tremor begin in her body, she pulled his hand up to her face, sucking his finger into her mouth.

He nearly came when she murmured “mmmm” against his fingers. He moved his hand back down her body, grazing her clit. She arched against him, pressing against his fingers. His free hand played with one nipple through the material covering it.

“I need it off,” she whispered, reaching for the buttons of her blouse. He released her long enough for her to strip off the blouse and lacy bra. She pushed him onto his back and climbed atop him, her ass resting just below his dick, which stood up straight in front of her pussy.

Morgan couldn’t prevent his body from arching when she reached down and fisted his cock. She rose on her knees, rubbing the head against her pussy, creating a burn that ran down his length into his balls.

Watching her was a fantasy come to life. It was more than sex. That realization nearly overwhelmed him.

“Tell me what you want,” she whispered huskily, continuing to rub the head of his dick up and down her sex. “Your most secret fantasy. Let me be that for you, Morgan.”

For a moment he was frozen. There was no doubt in his mind that she loved him or that he loved her. But he’d never shared a fantasy with anyone. And his fantasies all involved a woman who looked just like her. He hesitated.

“It’s okay,” she assured him in a sexy whisper than danced along his nerves like a drug. “Anything you want.”

That last sentence seemed to echo in his mind, making his balls ache with desire.

“I want to…own you,” he replied, barely recognizing his own voice, it was so rough with need.

His words sparked a new kind of thrill inside her. She’d asked to fulfill his fantasy, but his reply was a promise of the fulfillment of her own. She’d never admitted it to anyone. Never attempted to act it out with a man. But inside, she knew. She wanted to be dominated. Just the thought of it made her pussy burn.

“I’m yours,” she said, feeling a slight twinge of anxiety, wondering what he would ask of her.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself,” he said in a low voice.

The memory of sitting in front of her computer, staring at his image on her monitor while she masturbated, brought heat to her face. The idea of performing in front of his eyes brought heat to other parts of her anatomy, along with an unexpected rush of shyness.

“Morgan,” she hedged as the shyness began to morph into embarrassment.

“Show me,” he ordered and tossed a pillow to the foot of the bed. “Lie back.”

She maneuvered into position, lying on her back, her body stretched out, legs together and her hand resting on her belly.

Morgan scooted up, sitting propped against the headboard. “Bend your knees,” he said. “Spread your legs wide. I want to see you.”

She watched his eyes glitter beneath half-lowered lids as she bent her knees, moving her feet out to each side so that she was fully exposed.

“Now tell me what you think of when you masturbate, and show me how you touch yourself.”

Sara took a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter in her belly. She’d never been so nervous. Hesitantly, she trailed her hands up to cup her breasts, running her thumbs lightly over her nipples. An immediate rush spread out, heading straight for her pussy. She’d always had sensitive nipples. Even just minor stimulation caused a swelling in her pussy.

Which she could feel happening now. She could see Morgan’s eyes focused between her legs. His hand moved to his cock, stroking slowly. Seeing how excited he was helped quell her nervousness, replacing it with rising desire.

“Tell me,” he commanded in a harsh whisper. “I want to know your fantasy.”

“I thought we were supposed to be fulfilling yours,” she whispered back.

“We are.”

His reply sent blood rushing to her pussy. Her clit literally throbbed. She’d never experienced this kind of thrill. The look of desire in his eyes and his hand sliding up and down his hard cock emboldened her.

Slowly, she moved her arms up above her head, arching up so that her breasts thrust high. Equally as slow she lowered her hands, trailing lightly over her breasts, down the center of her body to her pussy.

Spreading her legs wider, she caressed across her sex and up her inner thighs, then down to spread her sex. Her fingers moved slowly along the labia, stroking and teasing, then up to circle the hard nub of her clit.

“Tell me what you think of when you touch yourself.” Morgan’s voice was rough and low.

“You,” she breathed. “I think of you.”

“Before me.”

“You,” she admitted, not allowing herself to think or censor herself in word or action. “I have a photo of you, taken in a park. You’d just finished running. Your shirt was tossed across one shoulder. You had your hands on your hips, sweat running down your body as you stared off at something to one side of the camera.”

“And what would you think while you stared at my picture?”

“How I wished it was your hands touching me.” Her fingers worked to spread her pussy more, dipping into the wet heat and then out, glistening with wetness.

“Show me, Sara.” Morgan’s voice was a rough croon that made her clit throb. “Show me how much you want me.”

If his voice hadn’t been enough to send her hunger spiking, the look on his face was potent enough to have the first vibration of a climax sizzling through her as she stroked her aching clit.

She closed her eyes for a moment, arching up at the impending release. Her fingers ceased their movement and her eyes flew open at a touch on her pussy. Morgan had moved, kneeling between her legs. His finger teased at the wet opening.

“Do it,” he encouraged. “Come for me.”

Sara nearly lost it when he sank two fingers inside her, going immediately to the spot that sent sparks rocketing through her. Her pussy clenched, wanting more, and her fingers moved once more to her swollen clit.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, continuing the delicious torture inside her pussy.

She exploded. Her body quivered as the pulsing drove her into an arch. “Morgan,” she gasped. “Please.”

The sound of her gasping his name as wetness poured from her had Morgan’s dick ready to erupt. He grabbed her legs and pulled her forward, impaling her on his hungry cock.

“Oh god,” she moaned as the orgasm intensified.

Morgan ground his teeth, struggling not to come. He rode her until her pussy stopped pulsing on his dick, and then slowed, trying to regain control.

She smiled up at him, running one hand down her body to circle the base of his cock. “Want to know what else I fantasize about?”

“God yes,” he rasped.

She wriggled free and rolled over onto hands and knees. Looking over her shoulder, she slowly lowered her shoulders to the bed, bringing her hands back to grip her thighs, just beneath her ass.

“Of you taking me this way,” she whispered.

Morgan almost lost his load at just the sight of her, ass up and legs spread, offering herself to him.

“Arch your back more,” he growled, gripping his dick in one hand and pressing on her back with the other. “Grab your ass. Spread it wide for me, Sara.”

She whimpered at his words but complied.

“Have you ever had a man in your ass?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

Morgan plunged two fingers into her wet pussy, and then withdrew, circling her anus, lubricating her with her own cum. “Never been finger-fucked up the ass?”

“Not by a man,” she whispered.

“Then what?” he asked, circling the taut opening, wanting to shove his fingers up her ass. “Did you do it yourself? Put your own fingers up your tight little ass?”

“No,” she moaned as he pressed one finger slightly into the tight circle.

Morgan felt like he was going to rupture. His balls were on fire. But he didn’t want it to end. Seeing her like this, supplicated before him, his to do with what he wanted, was his fantasy come to life.