Page 68 of Living for Truth
His lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks, his fingers keeping a steady rhythm inside me. Within a few strokes of his fingers, my lower body tingles, and the band inside me snaps, releasing a pleasure so intense I can’t even make a sound. My whole body tenses, but Morgan’s clever fingers and expert mouth work me through until the overwhelming pleasure is just a dull ache.
He removes his fingers and his lips from me and looks up at me from between my thighs with a proud smile on his face. His beard looks wet, and I have a startling realization it’s because ofme.
“How—what wasthat?” I pant.
“What was what?” He quickly stands from the bed and discards his boxers, his cockbobbing free and jutting thick and long from his body. He strokes it once, twice, before getting back on the bed and hovering over me.
I haven't seen many penises, but that can’t be a normal sized one, right?
“The… the wetness and the intense feeling I had. That’s what an orgasm feels like?”
Chapter 31
Morgan
I’m equal parts proud and sad that I gave Hannah her first orgasm. She’s twenty-seven and was married for over seven years for God’s sake!
“Yeah, Butterfly. That was an orgasm. Want to have another one?”
She nods, so I reach over and grab a condom from the bedside table.
“I’m on birth control,” she blurts out, her cheeks flushing a deeper red. “And obviously I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year. I got checked at a doctor’s appointment to be sure, and the tests were clear so…”
Fuck.
“I haven’t been with anyone in six months, and I get checked after every partner. I’m good to go, too… Are you sure you’re okay without a condom?”
“I want to feel all of you, Morgan.” Again, her voice doesn’t waver.
I toss the condom unceremoniously to the floor and settle my hips between her glorious thighs. Feeling themwrap around my head will be ingrained into my psyche until the day I die. I could live and die there happily.
“I’m going to go slow, and if you feel at all like we need a little extra lube, you let me know okay? It’s totally normal to use lube,” I assure her, gripping the base of my cock and nestling the head at the entrance of her sex.
She nods, and I push the head in, the warmth of her pussy sending a shiver of need down my spine. The urge to drive into her hard and fast to get her off creeps into my head, but I push it away.
This isn’t a quick fuck.
I push in deeper, and despite her saying she doesn’t get wet, it’s easy to slide into her until my balls are flush to her ass, and she’s wiggling to adjust to me.
“How do you feel, Butterfly?” My voice is strained, every muscle in my body tense as I wait for her to be ready.
“So full. Fuck,” she moans.
I slowly pull out, leaving only the tip in before I thrust slowly back in, repeating the motion three more times.
“Morgan, please,” she cries, her hands gripping the comforter.
“What do you need, Hannah?”
“I don’t know! Just,more.” She thrusts her hips up rapidly to try and get the friction she needs.
“Needy girl,” I tut, “fucking yourself on my cock. Such a pretty sight. Do you need me to go faster or harder, Butterfly?”
“Both!”
“I wanted to go slow.” I thrust hard and fast, loving the way her heavy tits bounce. “I wanted to takemy time with you.” I thrust again. “I wanted to make love to you, Butterfly. But you want to be fucked hard, huh?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she chants, clawing at my back. I’ll wear her scratch marks as a fucking badge of honor.
