Page 65 of Untraced Magic
“Kiss me,” she whispered, tugging at my shoulders, and our mouths connected once more. Our tongues danced, teasing and tasting what we thought we never could.
I spread kisses over her collarbone. “You’re going to be the absolute end of me,” I murmured, moving back to her mouth.
She smiled against my lips, palming my dick through my pants. “You’re welcome.”
I unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them off her, my breath shuddering at the sight of the matching white thong covering her.
“This,” I said, eyeing the lacy thong as my hand traveled the length of her leg, “is a pleasant surprise.”
Morgan smirked. “You like them?”
My hand teased the edge of the fabric, my brows rising.
“Do I like them?” I kissed her mouth again, dragging my teeth over her bottom lip. “I fucking love them.”
I skirted a finger beneath the barely-there fabric of her thong, causing her to whimper.
“Please,” she pleaded in a breathy gasp.
A smile tugged on the corner of my mouth. “Please what, little doe?”
She moved against my hand, but I wouldn’t let her have it.
“Please, I need more. Touch me.”
I dragged her thong to the side, sliding a finger through her center, and cursed. “So wet for me,” I praised, slipping a finger into her soaked pussy and her warmth swallowed me.
A rush of breath filled her lungs as she held my gaze. “Hhmmmmm,” she moaned, pulling my mouth down to hers.
She felt like fucking paradise on a balmy day against my hand, and I admired her writhing against my touch. When I added another, her hips bucked in response as I curled them against her in a tortuous rhythm.
“Open your eyes,” I commanded, and she obeyed.
Wide, hazy irises stared back at me as I dragged her closer to release, one hand on her cheek, one in her pussy, our eyes colliding, unblinking.
“I want to see you fall apart,” I said, my face inches from hers. “I want this memory etched in your mind, knowing it was me who made you come undone, without even taking these pretty little panties off you.”
I stared down at her, admiring the way her chest rode waves as her breath became uneven.
Burning desire pinched the space between us, and when my thumb found her clit, her hips hiked, her hands clenching white linen as she climbed her peak.
“Don’t stop. Please…” she begged.
When her orgasm claimed her, pleasure spilled from her in quick breaths, her core shuddering against my hand. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. But I wasn’t finished.
I pulled my top over my head, and she stared at my naked chest, scouring every inch of me like I could expect marks to appear in the morning.
I slid Morgan’s thong down her creamy thighs, kicking off the bottom half of my clothing until we drank in the other bare. She peered up at me, taking in my nakedness.
I felt every slide of her gaze as it traveled over my frame, inch by inch, as if she were marking out her own map on my skin. The prickle of her stare traced down to my dick, and she sucked in a breath as she took in my length.
I palmed it, heavy in my hand, and a smile curved her lips.
I chuckled. “Like what you see?”
She grew bolder in that moment. “Yeah, I do,” she said, replacing my hand with hers.
Morgan worked me over, flesh on flesh, and I slammed my eyes shut, taking in the moment.
