Meet Me (11 page)

He
stared
into my eyes
while he continued to draw those circles over
my
throbbing
bud
. “Tell me Tasha.
Tell me what you want. How you want it.” He rolled a nipple with his other hand.

I
strained on the pleasure, licking
my
lips. “Fuck me. Like this. Hard, please.” The bold words were weak.

Morgan leaned in placed his lips just next to
mine
. His fingers left
my
breast and he lifted
my
leg higher.
H
e slid his cock from
my
clit to the deepest part of
my
pussy in one smooth move.
I
screamed at the shock of pleasure,
my
nails digging into
muscle
.

His head went back with a growl while his cock throbbed several times deep inside
me
. He finally brought his gaze back to
mine and I
whimpered at the sight
there
.
Get ready to scream a lot more.
I
swallowed, holding on tight to his neck, never more ready for anything.

He gave
me
exactly what
I
asked for. Fast.
And hard.

My
cries filled the bathroom
as Morgan pound
ed
into
me
. Soon that place inside
me
seemed to fill up, like it would burst. “Oh God, oh God oh God,”
I
cried,
feeling it coming
.

Morgan’s raspy breathing turned to strained groans right as
my
strange orgasm
broke
all over him.

His own climax came and he
roared
,
his
head thrashing, those delicious muscles straining.
I
pulled his face to
mine
and kissed him, tasted the orgasm
right
on lips and tongue. His hand wrapped
tight in
my
hair as he strained through the waves still overwhelming him, kissing
me
back with just as much hunger.

“God, I’m not done with you,” he
whispered
in
my
mouth.

I h
eld his head as he dropped to his knees and began sucking
my
pussy, his hand shoving
my
leg on the tub up as high as he could.
Plastered in the corner, I held on to the walls.
“Oh God
yes.”
My
muscles quivered under the intense assault of his tongue all over
my
clit, flicking like little strobes of electricity.
Oh my God. H
is mouth pressed tight against
me and
sucked
the sensitive bud
and I c
ried out when he
f
licked the tip with his tongue.

“Morgan, oh!”
I
pressed his head to
me
and
p
ump
ed
a
ll over his mouth, losing
all inhibitions
to the fast approaching heat wave.

He began
plunging
his finger
in and out while rotat
ing
between sucking and licking
my
clit
. He released
my
leg and swirled
another finger
over the
tight skin
of my exit
.

“Oh my God,”
I
gasped, excitement tickling through
me
.

H
e p
ressed
the tip of his finger inside
my
butt while fucking
my
pussy with his finger.
I
raked nails over his scalp, letting the orgasm surge forward. His finger wiggled just inside
my
ass and
I
squealed and cried out, bucking
my
pussy against his mouth as
I came. My climax
quaked through
my
limbs,
his name a constant
moan
on my lips
for an entire minute
.

I
looked down and watched him kiss
my
pussy with a delicate tenderness as though sealing the wonderful pleasure he’d just given
me
. 

Soberness
settled in and I
realized
my
gut would be the first thing he saw if he looked
up
at that second.
I
sucked
it in.

He
s
lowly kiss
ed
his way up
my
body, fat gut and all, acting as though it weren’t even there. Was
I
wrong about
my
gut too? Was it an optical illusion from the top view that made
me
think
I
appeared
four months
preggers
? No, cause
I
thought the same thing looking from the side in a mirror.
But watching him…kiss up
my
body that way.
He paused at
my
breasts and sucked like he’d discovered some long lost delicacy.
I
couldn’t help but smile at how good that idea felt, while rubbing
my
hands in his hair.

When he made it to
my
lips,
I
was full out grinning. He kissed the edge of
my
mouth. “What?” He pressed his lips into
mine
, sliding his tongue in
my
mouth at first opportunity.

“You make me feel…”

He stopped kissing and pulled away like he was interested in hearing.

I
bit
my
lower lip and flushed.
“Really special.”
I
gave a little shrug and nod
as
the emotions overwhelmed and tears clouded
my
vision. “Shit, sorry,”
I
squealed, fanning
my
face, straining back a sob.

His large hands held my head as he
kissed
my
lips
ov
er and over. “
You’re
husband is a monster for not loving you like you deserve. Let me Tasha, please. Let me give you what you deserve.”

His tone bordered
a beg
.

I c
losed
my
eyes. “The kids—”

“I love your kids.
Like they were my own.”

I
looked at him. “But they don’t love you. You’re not their father.”

“
They’ll grow to, please Tasha, I want to marry you.”

I
froze.
My
heart froze. Marry?
Marry?
Not just fuck for fun occasionally? Marry?

He dropped his hands. “Sorry, I…I didn’t mean to say that so soon.”

“Do you mean it?”
I asked.
The agonizing need that took over his face stole
my
breath.
“Oh my God.
You do.”

“Yes. I do.”

Chapter Seven

I
suddenly needed air.
I
opened the shower curtain, grabbed the towel off the bar and wrapped in it.
I
felt much better
once
covered.
Specially after the passion was gone and reality set in.

“I’m not going to apologize for how I feel.” He climbed out after
me
and
I
stared at him in the wall length mirror before
us
.

“I…I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you will of course.”

I
continued to gawk
, dumbfounded. “Just…divorce my husband and marry you?”

His expression said,
Yes
.
Exactly.

“And then just move my herd into…into what? Do you have a home? Mr. Stranger?”

“Fine, not right away. But you leave your husband, I’ll get you your own place and we’ll date and the kids will slowly learn to like me. You’ll see. I’m not there to take the place of their father, I would never do that. He’ll still be their father, of course. But you…” he came and stood behind
me
and placed a kiss on
my
shoulder. “You’ll be my wife.” He kissed up
my
neck. “And I will honor…” he
pressed a soft
kiss
to
my
ear. “…and cherish…”
a soft
kiss
to
my
cheek
. “…and adore you.” He turned
me
and stared into
my
stupid tear filled eyes. He slid the backs of his fingers over
my
face then leaned and
kiss
ed
me
with
that damn
heart
wrenching
tenderness.

I
wrapped
my
arms around his neck, wanting him.
Wanting him so much, wanting what he offered, wanting it to be okay
and right
.
He moaned and wrapped his arms around
me
and lifted
me
in his embrace.

Then the thought of
my
kids made it hurt in
my
chest. Oh God. How would
I
ever do it?
I
wanted to, but…

And now Morgan…another heart in the mix.
The idea of him hurting already had
me
wanting to make it all better.
I
held his face and kissed the precious man passionately, wishing
I
could make it so this was enough.
For both of
us
.
But already, the deep ache in
my
bones told
me
.
All or nothing with him.
He was not a halfway kind of man. And neither was
I
. It’s why
I
b
arely h
ung
on to
my
sanity in
my
marriage now. How would
I
, now that Morgan was begging
me
to be loved, and cherished, and adored, and…sexually…mmm, sexually complete. Just the thought sparked that fire in
my
belly and
I
was suddenly lost in kissing him, feeling the rough rasp of his tongue against
mine
, the hard muscles along his broad shoulders.

Morgan followed the cue, his own desire driving him to a breathless eagerness. He yanked
my
towel off and lifted
me
onto his waist.
I
gasped at the position, thrilled. He
broke the kiss briefly,
maneuver
ing
me as I
grasped either side of his neck, keeping his lips close
as
the
head of his shaft
pressed
at
my
entrance
.

Hands clamped on
my
waist, he resumed kissing
me
before plunging
me
onto his cock. He moaned while devouring the cry
I
gave in his mouth.
My
back hit the wall and
I
was suddenly being bounced with each rapid thrust of his hips. God he was going to make
me
come like before,
I
could feel it
already
building in that place.
H
e stopped abruptly, throwing his head back and
panting
, holding
my
waist in a death grip.