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Chapter Three

Nothing
like an hour or two of exuberant, gleeful and thrilling dancing to get a girl
out of her shell.

They
arrived at the club and
Jenna was immediately struck by its
blood-pumping atmosphere
. Classy yet gritty, it felt just like being
pulled into a whirlpool of excitement. If she’d ever had any doubts about
taking the “plunge” with Morgan, those doubts were soon squashed right there
dancing with him song after hit song. He’d long got rid of his jacket and tie,
and now had his shirt unbuttoned at the neck with the sleeves rolled up. And he
still managed to look sexy as sin.

He was
great at matching her moves; Jenna took lessons but she was also a natural
dancer who loved to live in the rhythm. But she’d never felt so happy dancing
as she did with Morgan. When he laughed it felt like the whole world was
exploding in fireworks. He touched her and she just switched on, turned into a
ticking time bomb just seconds from detonating. Wondering what would happen if
he kissed her, she spent the passing minutes in breathless, dazzled
anticipation for that moment to arrive…

“What
is it about you, Jenna?” he murmured, cupping her face as they swayed to a slow
number the DJ had just fired up. “Why does everything feel so different around
you?”

“I
don’t know,” she breathed, staring mesmerized into his eyes. “I do know that
I’ve never really done anything like this before.” I’ve never fallen so hard
either, she thought to herself. And it’s scaring me…in a stimulating,
belly-crunching, pussy-vibrating way…

“What,
you’ve never slow danced before?” he teased, his arms closing tight around her
waist.

“You
know what I meant,” she replied, blushing as she placed her face against his chest,
which felt toned and hard even beneath his shirt. “Running off with a
stranger…acting wild in the club…” Her head swum a little and she sighed. “I’m
not the very adventurous type, Morgan.”

“Then
I’m glad you’re letting go for me,” he said deeply, and she found herself
pulling her head from his chest and looking up at him. Every other thing faded
to the background when she met his stirring gaze. They both moved, and ended up
meeting each other halfway as their lips met in a kiss.

She was
stretched up on the toe of her heels, her arms winding around his neck as
tightly as his arms were around her waist. The first taste of him, though
chaste, sent a lightning bolt of lust zapping through her frame.

Their
mouths broke away slightly and then Jenna seized in a much-needed breath, the
woozy sensation overtaking her head getting stronger. For goodness sake was
there anything about him that wasn’t perfect? He tasted like bliss itself and
she wanted more. This time when he took her mouth again, it was urgent, with
his tongue probing past her lips to make contact with her own seeking tongue. A
surge of sexual energy rose up and threatened to engulf her as the kiss
deepened.

She
heard him growl deep in his throat as she grew more daring, dancing her tongue
against his erotically. Jenna felt her pussy getting wet just having his mouth
against hers. As if the situation couldn’t get even more intense, she realized
she could suddenly make out the rigid contours of his erection pressed against
her belly. Even with her lack of experience, she could tell just by the feel of
it against her that he was endowed to the max. Just knowing how long and thick
he was made her shudder in dazed desire and expectation.

They
must have made out through the rest of the song because suddenly it ended and
she could hear her own soft gasps echoing in her ears as he slowly plucked her
mouth from hers. Suddenly the club was alive again, jumping with the latest
beat. Morgan was staring down at her and there was no mistaking the intent in
his eyes.

“We
need to leave now,” he said factually, his voice laced with a thickness that
made a coil tighten in her stomach. It was a strange sensation she’d never had
before and it made all her nerve endings tingle.

“Say
‘yes’, Jenna,” he prodded when she just stood there gaping up at him.

Catching
up with her bewildered, lust-overtaken mind, she didn’t hesitate before she
carefully and clearly articulated the word he wanted to hear. “Yes.”

 
 

Chapter Four

Jenna
had many opportunities to change her mind as he drove them off in his
eye-catching and black Ferrari 460.

But she
didn’t. Instead she stared out of the tinted window on her side just so she
wouldn’t keep staring at his profile the way she couldn’t seem to stop doing.
He wasn’t the first gorgeous guy she’d met, but he was definitely the first to
start up this kind of fever in her that was making her feel so reckless and
alive.

The
best part of it all was that he didn’t say a word. Maybe he was cautious to say
anything that would destroy the mood. Already she felt the tension in the
flashy confines of the powerful car; she knew how much he was reining in just
so he could focus on his driving. At last they stopped at his place and it was
then he turned to her, tipping her chin to make her face him, and then he
asked, “Are you okay?”

She
knew the question was more like, was she sure about this? For the second time,
she told him clearly, “Yes.”

Suddenly,
he kissed her lips, just a brief yet quite energizing touch that sent the
flames licking higher within her. He pulled back to whisper in her ear, “It’ll
be good, I promise.”

Men
like Morgan didn’t make empty promises, she figured. Judging by the opulence of
his pad, he certainly did stuff right money-wise. He was obviously loaded but
none of that even interested her. The moment they were inside the privacy of
his four walls and he drew her into his embrace, it was like setting off a
detonation.

*

Jenna
had never been kissed this way before. Even the one they’d shared at the club
hadn’t warned her of the fire that could come from Morgan’s kiss. He was
starved, ready to devour her as he ate into her willing mouth.

His
hands around her throat felt strong and even dominating. His tongue drove into
her just like he was fucking her already. Jenna felt a powerful desire to
climax just from his kiss. He broke away and she moaned in protest, her head
falling back as he spanned her jaw and then her neck with his burning lips.

“I want
you, Jenna. Right now,” he growled, stepping back slightly.

Jenna
looked around. What, here? They were virtually in the hallway. There was just
some kind of spindly-legged table that looked like something meant for a floral
centerpiece, above which hung an ornate mirror. Giggling slightly, she turned
to him with a shy smile.

“Getting
to a bed would have been nice, but…”

“No,
Jenna; I can’t wait to get to the damned bed. I need to taste you
now
.”

Jenna’s
smile faded at the feral light in his eyes, the harsh note of need in his tone.
She gasped when he suddenly spun her to face the mirror and then pinned her
against the table. Clutching desperately at the edges, she stared with a
widened gaze at his
reflection,
his expression dark as
he pressed his lips to her arched neck.

“You
have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” he rasped, pushing himself
against her, his hands firmly on her hips. She could only whimper, her whole
body shivering as she became aware of his thick hardness probing into her,
searing her through their mutual clothing.

He
moved one hand from her hip to slide down her thigh, gathering up the hem of
her skirt and exposing her ass, barely covered by her somewhat modest lacy high
cut panties. She watched his face grimace as what looked like pain crossed his
handsome features.

“You
feel…and smell so good,” he groaned, now nuzzling her throat, bared by her now
awry collar. “Trust me. I’m dying to find out if you taste as delicious as I
imagine so we’ll have to forgo that bed for now.”

Yes, totally,
Jenna agreed, shivering
from the sound of lust echoing beneath his humorous words.
 
Who needed a bed anyway? She was ready
to be humped against the wall if need be. There was just one more thing…

But she
found that she couldn’t remember what she wanted to say because just then she
felt him spread her legs apart with his right foot. Next, he pushed firmly down
the middle of her back so that she was now bent over low, her cheek against the
top of the table. Incredibly hot by now, she didn’t object when he ran his
hands under her skirt till it was resting well above her waist.

She
felt terribly exposed, with her ass out in the open, especially when he caught
up the edge of her panties and pulled them down her shivering cheeks.
“Delicious,” he let out thickly, and she knew he was looking at the rounded
globes of her bottom. Jenna blushed pink with pleasure, her color deepening
even further when he spread the creamy orbs and lowered himself to his knees
while kissing and sucking all over her smooth flesh.

Jenna
couldn’t seem to stop moaning, shocked by how sexy and wicked it felt to
suddenly have Morgan’s face pushing into her, his nose grinding into her
rosebud while his tongue tangled into her pussy folds. His hands kneaded her
ass, pulling them apart as he explored the quivering secrets of her sex.
Wanting more access, he then pushed up her right thigh to rest upon the table,
and she sobbed out loud when his oral rampage began in earnest.

Nothing
like this had ever happened to her before; she wasn’t sure if the sensations
ripping through her body could be controlled or stopped before they made her
totally black out. He pulled her into his face more firmly, his fingers sliding
across before finally slipping past her slit. Jenna couldn’t stop herself; she
cried out his name.

“Ah,
definitely as sweet as I’d imagined…and oh, so fucking
tight
,” she heard him say in that thick, unrecognizable voice, the
words vibrating along her folds and making her whimper even more. He tried to
stroke in deeper, but could only make a shallow dip as her snug walls
contracted around his fingers. There was a barrier keeping him from shoving in
to the last knuckle and once realization dawned, he swore out loud.

“You
really haven’t ever done this before, have you?” he asked in shock,
straightening and tugging her by the shoulder so she could meet his eyes in the
mirror.

She bit
on her lip, shocked at how unabashed she was. “Is that going to be a problem?”
she purred, pushing back her hump to grind against his clothed cock. She
wanted…oh, she didn’t know exactly what but she didn’t want him to stop till
she erupted like she almost had just moments ago.

“Jenna,”
he said softly, his eyes hooding as he wrapped an arm around her neck, turning
her face to him so she kissed him over her shoulder. “You have to be really,
really sure about this,” he told her. “Because the way I need you right now, it
will take the earth stopping before I’ll think of backing out again till it’s
done.”

“If
you’re not backing out, then I certainly won’t,” she said firmly, turning to
face him. “I want this. I want you.
More than anything.
But my…my knees are shaking so bad…”

She
couldn’t help the weakness over taking her now; she felt overcome by all her
needs, emotions,
sensations
. With a muffled oath, he
suddenly swept her up so that she could clasp her legs around his waist.
Holding her tight to him, he seized her lips in a strengthening kiss before
heading straight for the bedroom at last.

 
 

Chapter Five

Once
inside the bedroom, he laid her carefully across the bed, the urgency still
buzzing around them but now, he had it well under control. He was intent, she
realized, on making this as good and pleasurable for her. She wasn’t
complaining; the last thing she wanted was to rush through what would
undoubtedly be the most memorable night of her adult life.

It all
started like a dream. Morgan…kissing her, invading her mouth with that sweet,
searching tongue of his…Trailing those expert lips down to suck hard on her
neck till she got so wet she soaked herself…Unbuttoning her blouse and freeing
her ample breasts from the sensible lacy bra she wore. At no point did he ever
make her feel self-conscious; his eyes, his touch,
his
voice...they all told her in no uncertain terms how beautiful and sexy he
thought she was.

Her
exposed nipples tingled when he licked on each one. He rolled them around in
his mouth till they were long, hard and aching. The whole area between her legs
seemed to catch fire and she felt the flames within her rising. She remembered
how she’d squirmed around, trying to get comfortable but finding no respite
from the sweet agony of his mouth on her breasts.

His
hands, equally tender and thrilling, ran with practiced passion all over her
heaving mounds. He squeezed them hungrily, caressing and kneading the flesh
like putty. His fingers twirled one nipple while he sucked hard on the other,
making her back arch like a bow till just her head was left pressed against the
bed.

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