Page 66 of Untraced Magic
The first time someone touched you was always a good time. But this? This was like an explosion in my blood, forcing its way through me. I desperately held on, never having had to will myself to keep it together this way before, lost in the caress of her hands.
As if Morgan knew, she eased off, her thumb running lazy circles around the head instead.
I couldn’t take it any longer and sat up on my knees.
Moving over her again until her back hit the bed, my hand ran the length of her body, admiring her.
I bolted my eyes to hers, my hand drawing circles on her knee. “I want to see you. All of you.”
A blush rushed toher cheeks.
“Please,” I added, and this time she didn’t shy away. Her knees fell apart, and I drank in the most addictive part of her.
My eyes heated. “God dammit,” I groaned.
“Like what you see?” she said coyly, and I chuckled at the line that was now becoming an in-house joke between us.
I gave an appreciative nod. “You know I do.”
When I claimed her mouth with mine again, our bodies glided together. Skin on skin, hands exploring and tongues tasting.
My dick was dangerously close to her sex, and she motioned to her bedside drawer. I swiftly found what I needed, rolling the condom over me, certain she didn’t know about the monthly herbal remedy most woman took in Cutters Cove to prevent pregnancy.
Morgan raked a hand over the stubble on my jaw, watching as I slid my cock through her arousal before slowly sinking into her.
A tight breath left her lips as I stretched her to the hilt, my forehead resting on hers.
“You okay?” I whispered.
“Yeah, go slow,” she said between breaths.
I pumped into her slowly, letting her adjust until her hips met my movements with need. She felt exquisite, so tight around my dick and so fucking perfect.
“My fucking gods,” I groaned.
I sank into her harder this time, lost in a selfish greed of my own, a possessive need to claim her as mine.
She moaned as I pulled out and slid into her again, not taking my eyes off her, wisps of hair coating her face. I pushed them away, covering her lips with mine as she fisted my hair. I couldn’t getenough of her as she wildly grabbed my shoulders before sinking her hands into my ass.
I hitched her right leg over my shoulder, and a hurried breath left her in response to the new depth. Her mouth fell open in silent pleasure.
Words rushed from her. “Ohmigod…Ty.”
“Fuuuck,” I cursed as her walls clenched around me.
My thumb swept over her clit, and she held me tighter, the friction pulling me into a different world where all I could see, hear, and smell was her. Invading every sense of my being, like she was fucking my soul.
“Tell me when. Come with me,” I pleaded, desperately holding on for her.
“I’m so close,” she cried out, meeting my every thrust.
I slicked my thumb, and it glistened as I pressed her bud harder this time, circling it with intent.
Morgan writhed beneath me. “Oh god, I’m…now.”
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
She milked me until we both lay crumpled in a heap together, the comedown of our sex like our own addictive drug.
