Page 65 of Decoding Morse

I peeled myself away, taking in her swollen lips. Her pulse raced at her jugular, and her breaths rushed out in huffs. I’d been fantasizing about the possibility of this moment for years. I was going to revel in every second. Whatever she saw in my eyes made her brazenly reach for my cock. Evading her fingers, I caught her wrist in my hand.

“I’m in here with you, but we’re doing this my way, so stop trying to fuck up my plans.”

Trouble played at the corners of her eyes and danced across her lips. “You have plans?”

I poked myself in the chest. “Premeditated, remember? Now chill the fuck out and let me take care of you.”

Her expression softened, and she slid out of my hold, leaning back into the spray. “Okay.”

I gave my fidget ring a couple of hard spins but couldn’t for the life of me summon up the name of a single baseball team because her gaze dropped to my achingly hard cock, and she blushed. It must have short-circuited my brain because suddenly, all I could think about was her riding me.

Those fucking tits would bounce….

I spun away from her and fought my dick for control, grabbing the shampoo. Squeezing an acceptable mound of fragrant goo into my palm, I massaged it into her scalp. Stiff at first, she relaxed into my touch in no time, letting out a little moan that made me impossibly harder.

“God, that feels incredible,” she said with a moan that made me impossibly harder.

We worked together to rinse her hair, and then I massaged the conditioner through the ends, gently caring for her even as I throbbed with need. Every time she shifted, her fucking tits jiggled, driving me out of my mind. When I rinsed her hair again, my cock poked into the soft flesh of her belly, and stars burst behind my eyes. It took everything in me not to grind into her. Instead, I turned and walked out of the shower.

“Uh… Morse?” Amelia asked, sounding amused.

“Be right back.”

I found a washcloth and returned. Reaching for the body wash, I dumped too much on the cloth and muttered a curse. She bit back a smile, amusement dancing in her eyes. I came up behind her and plopped the soapy cloth on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to—” She reached for it.

I gently swatted her hand away. “I want to.”

Rubbing the cloth in circles over her shoulders and down her back, I covered her in whatever silky suds millionaires kept in their guest bathrooms. I’d never done anything like this for anyone, but it felt so right—so natural—to take care of her. After scrubbing her arms, I slid her panties off to wash the round, juicy orbs of her ass. Then, I focused on her front. Her breasts required special attention that I was more than happy to provide, tweaking the nipples with my thumbs as I squeezed and kneaded.

She ran a hand over one breast, capturing my full attention as she scooped up suds. Her hand slid around my cock, enveloping it in silky warmth. Groaning, I pumped into her hand twice before returning to my senses and pulling away.

Her smile was coy and flirty when she asked, “What? You don’t like that?”

“We both know I do. What part of ‘Stop fucking up my plans’ do you not understand?”

“I want to touch you.”

Her hand shot out again, but I evaded it by dropping to my knees to focus on her legs. Not the wisest move I’d ever made, considering the way it put her pussy directly in licking range. My mouth watered as I anticipated her taste, sliding the washcloth down and around one leg, then the other. When I finished, I worked my way up her inner thigh, chuckling under my breath at the way she spread them for me.

It was a good thing I was on my knees because the sight of her wet and waiting for me would have knocked my legs out from under me. I wasn’t worthy. However, now that she’d let me in, I hoped she knew she was stuck with me because I’d never let her go.

I slid the washcloth through her swollen, wet folds. Her breath hitched. With half-lidded eyes, she watched as I did it again, slower this time, swirling the cloth around her clit in atease that earned me another moan. Fucking music to my ears. On the third swipe, I coated my hand in suds before easing a finger inside her core.

She felt so damn good. Way better than she’d ever felt in my dreams because this was real. Feeling like the luckiest motherfucker on the planet, I shifted, flattening my palm against her clit as I pumped my finger in and out of her pussy. She threw back her head and closed her eyes.

“You like that?” I asked. “My filthy angel like riding my finger?”

Wet heat enveloped the digit, letting me know my words had turned her on. Good to know. I added a second finger and wrapped my free arm around her to palm one thick ass cheek. Holding her in place, I worked her over until she was shuddering and spent.

The soft, earthy fragrance of her release almost took me over the edge with her. Fisting my cock to keep from embarrassing myself, I backed her out of the direct spray and pinned her against the smooth river rock wall. Propping her leg over my shoulder, I let her dripping, throbbing pussy beckon me forward.

She was the best taste I’d ever had on my tongue. She seemed shy at first, pink flooding her cheeks as she watched me lap her up. Once I’d cleaned her off, I captured her little bud in my mouth and sucked until her eyes rolled back in her head. Alternating between her clit and pussy, I feasted and teased until she moaned and wiggled, fisting my hair and holding me where she wanted me until she found her release.

Watching her ride my face was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. Had I thought to record it, she would be my own personal porn star because I’d watch this scene on repeat as often as I could.

While she recovered, I stepped under the spray and scrubbed up, enjoying the way her sex-drunk eyes meandered over mybody. Finished in the shower, we both toweled off. I scooped up an armload of extra towels and led her back into the bedroom, where I turned off the lights and ensured the door was locked. Amelia watched me from where she stood on one side of the bed, wearing nothing but a fuzzy white towel that barely covered her ass. The orange glow of the fireplace danced across her skin, and a satisfied smirk ghosted her lips. My hands itched to snatch up my phone and snap pictures because I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

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