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“Come to lunch at my parents’ tomorrow. Well, today, I guess. I want you to meet the rest of the family,” I whisper.
I expect her to decline or say it’s too soon, but she agrees.
I stay awake long enough to feel her breathing even out, and when I close my own eyes, I fall asleep immediately, feeling happier than I have in a really long fucking time.
Chapter 32
Hannah
There’s something hard and hot pressed up against my back as I stir from sleep, but when I try to wiggle away, a firm arm bands around my belly and pulls me back.
“Don’t you dare. I’m enjoying the cuddles,” Morgan’s deep voice commands, raising goosebumps on my skin despite his body heat.
“Good morning to you, too,” I tease, earning me a quick squeeze. “Don’t you need to get Aly soon?” I try to sit up to look at the time, but he rolls so he’s caging me underneath his body.
“Olivia and her wife, Asha, are spending the day with Aly. We’ll meet them all for family lunch,” he explains through kisses peppered along my jaw.
“Okay,” I breathe. “I need to go home so I can change into something that’s not your clothes.” He continues kissing me, down my neck, biting gently.
“Hmmm. But I like seeing you in my clothes.” He sits us both up so he can pull his shirt over my head. “Ilike you even more with no clothes at all.” He trails his lips down my chest and kisses the swell of each breast.
“Morgan…” I warn. “I really need to get ready so I can look presentable for your family. I don’t know if we have time for—oh!” He cuts me off by biting my sensitive nipple.
“We can be fast, Butterfly. Let me make you come. I need it.”
“Okay.” It’s hard to resist when I know the pleasure he can bring me.
“Fuck, yes.”My boyfriendmoves off of me just enough to reach into a bedside drawer and produce a bottle of lube. He pulls the boxers I’m wearing down and tosses them, then discards his own.
Heclicksthe bottle cap open and drops a small amount of lube onto his fingers, then rubs small circles around my aching clit.
“Oh, that feels good.” I reach for his cock, wanting to feel the weight of it in my hand.
It’s hard and hot, but the skin is soft, almost satiny. I give an experimental tug, and he grunts.
He increases the pressure on my clit, and the tension in my core builds and builds, but just when I’m about to come, he stops.
I whine in protest but stop when he pulls his cock from my grasp. He puts a little more lube on his cock and slides into me easily.
“Fuck me, Hannah. I swear you were made for me. Your pussy grips me so well,” he groans, slowly thrusting in and out of me.
The swollen head of his cock rubs along my G-spot, and the weight of him on top of me adds a deliciouspressure to my clit when he thrusts in as deep as he can go.
Last night felt like a frantic need to be as close as possible, at least on my part, but today the desire to have him hard and fast isn’t there. The leisurely way he thrusts and the loving way he’s looking at me are enough to bring me to tears. I’m coming sooner than I thought I would, and he follows quickly after.
Last night felt like we were consummating our relationship with fucking, but this morning feels like making love.
The wordsI love youare on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them down so I don’t scare him away when I just got him.
You won’t scare him away.A small voice in my head tells me, but I still keep it to myself.
We shower again quickly because it’s later than he thought, and he takes me to my apartment so I can get dressed.
I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear to a family lunch where I’m meeting the family of my boyfriend of less than twenty-four hours. He said it was casual, but I want to make a good impression.
I decide a sage green jersey swing dress is comfortable but casual, and since we’re running low on time, I twist my short hair into a semi-messy bun.
When I emerge from the bathroom, Morgan looks up from his phone and groans. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you when you look so good?”
