"Give me another, baby. Let me feel how turned on you are."
"I can't," I cry out. "Holy shit." My hips go wild as he adds a second finger and fucks my pussy so good, I nearly rip his hair out. "You have to stop. I can't take any more."
"I decide when I stop, baby girl." His lips wrap around my clit again as his fingers continue their steady rhythm.
I lock my legs around his neck and squeeze. It only encourages him to go faster and harder. My body can't take any more as I completely explode around him. I feel him licking up my arousal and sucking it off his fingers. My limbs feel numb, and I'm not even sure I can walk.
"Fuck, Aspen. You came so hard, sweetheart." I feel his lips press against my inner thigh. He stands up and cups my face. "You all right?"
"I have mixed feelings."
He snorts. "And what's that?"
"Mixed between wanting to stab you for ignoring my pleas and wanting to ride you so fucking hard, it'll feel like your dick is going to fall off." I grin, knowing none of those is appealing to him.
"I'd like to see that," he teases. "The second one, that is."
"I'm sure you would."
"But first, we need to shower." He kisses my lips softly, and I groan before he walks away to turn the shower on.
Steam begins covering the room, and after a few minutes of rest, I'm more anxious than ever to taste him.
He slides his boxer shorts off before opening the door and calling over his shoulder, "You coming?"
I see him wink as he holds the door open for me. "I was hoping this time it'd be you." I lower my eyes to the hand that's stroking his cock. It's rock hard and aching for relief.
I slide off the counter and walk to him. He leans down and kisses me, pushing us both inside. He closes the door behind him and cups his hands around my face as we settle in under the hot stream of water.
His lips are soft and sensual, which makes them so addicting, but I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to taste him first. I want to see his face as I wrap my lips around him.
I push against his chest and break away from his mouth. I kiss down his jaw, neck, and chest until I'm kneeling down in front of him. I grasp his cock in both hands and slowly stroke up and down, swirling my tongue around the tip. He groans and rocks his hips toward me, pushing deeper inside my mouth.
Our eyes meet as I wrap my lips fully around him and suck him deep into my mouth. He moans, tangling his fingers in my hair, one hand wrapped around his shaft and the other on his thigh. I stroke and suck, deeper and faster until he takes over chasing his own pleasure.
His head leans back as he releases inside my mouth. I lick my lips and swallow it all down. He groans as I swirl my tongue around his sensitive tip once more.
"Christ, Aspen … " he growls. He reaches down for my hands and helps me to my feet. He tilts my chin forward and brushes his lips against mine, tasting his own arousal. "That was amazing," he whispers against my mouth. "You are amazing."
We stay under the stream of water, kissing, touching, and teasing. He washes my body, and I wash his. It's sensual and sexy, and I can't believe I finally get to have him this way. It's the most romantic thing I've ever done with a guy. Usually, it's drinking, a quick fuck, and passing out until the next morning when I not so politely kick them out.
But this, with him … is so different from anything I've ever experienced before. The connection we have, the passion we share, and the feelings I have for him make it all worth the struggle to finally get here.
CHAPTER TWENTY
MORGAN
Feeling Aspen shake against my tongue and hearing her deep throaty moans has me on an adrenaline rush I've never felt before. The way she tastes, the way she shivers from just the slightest touch of mine, and the way she takes control makes it impossible to resist wanting more of her.
I attack her lips as if they're my reason to breathe. I suck in her bottom lip, biting lightly before massaging my tongue with hers. My hands have a mind of their own, rubbing alongside her body, feeling every perfect inch of hers under my skin. I lower them down to her ass and squeeze, pushing her closer until she's pressed against my chest. My dick hardens again as I feel her pussy rub against me, begging me to touch her, give her the release she's craving. My body's on fire and wants to fill her so fucking deep, but I want to make my time with Aspen last as long as possible. I don't want this to ever end.
"I think we've warmed up enough," she moans against my lips.
I smile at what she's implying. If I had absolutely no self-control at all, I'd bend her over right now and fuck her against the shower wall, but I don't want our first time to be in here. No, I want her on the bed, memorize every inch of her, and take her slowly. I want my body to sync with hers, letting the intense connection we share takeover.
But I'm not without flaws. My willpower can only go so far.
"Where do you want it, sweetheart?" I ask.
"Bedroom," is all she says before I turn the water off and kick the door open. Her lips are locked on mine as I wrap my arms around her and pull her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She directs me down the hall to her bedroom where I set her down on her feet and push her up against the door. "Now where?" I whisper in her ear, brushing my lips against her neck.
"Bend me over the bed," she orders.
I do just that, spreading her legs wide as she arches her back over the mattress. Fuck, she looks amazing like this. Spread out and ready for me, waiting. I can't remember the last time I wanted someone this badly. She's all I've been able to think about for weeks, and now I am finally going to feel every intimate part of her.
I ask if she has a condom, and she points to her bedside drawer. I quickly grab one and slide it over me.
"Keep talking, baby. Tell me what you like." I rub a hand up her spine, pushing her chest down farther. Her ass lifts up higher as I position myself against her pussy.
"I told you I like it rough. Deep, hard, fast."
I groan at how confident her words come out. Most girls are too embarrassed to tell you what they like, but not Aspen. She's vocal, and I fucking love it.
"Fuck, baby. I might not be able to stop with that mouth of yours talking like that." I press the tip into her pussy with a slight push, not quite giving in to her demands.
"Good. That's exactly how I like it." With a deep growl, I rock my hips and fill her as deep as I can. Her pussy tightens around me, making me groan and flex as I adjust to her tight grip. She feels fucking amazing, and now I know for sure I'll never want to stop. Not when she makes me feel this good both physically and emotionally. I haven't had that feeling in years.
She arches her back higher, laying her arms flat on the mattress over her head and opening her legs wider for me. I squeeze her hips in both hands fisting the skin alongside her body and keeping the fast pace. She's panting and moaning in between cursing and demanding it deeper and faster. Fuck, this girl's a damn animal.
"Jesus, Aspen," I growl, leaning over her and wrapping an arm around her chest. "You feel so fucking amazing, baby. God, I can't stop wanting you." I squeeze her breast and she screams. "I love hearing you say my name, sweetheart. Say it," I demand.
"Fuck, Morgan," she says with a heavy breath. "Morgan! Morgan!" I rock my hips into her harder and faster, feeling her pussy tighten around me as she lets out another jarring breath. "Oh my God! Yes!" Her body shakes and releases against me, her hands fisting the sheets for support.
I can feel her body going limp and weak, so I grab her hips and spin her around to face me. I gently lay her back down on the bed and kiss her lips. I slide my hand up and grab her breast, squeezing the nipple in between my fingers until I hear that deep, throaty moan of hers. God, I love that sound.
Her hips arch, and she rubs her body against mine. I smile at her eagerness as I thrust back inside her, this time slow and deep. Her head falls back as I rock my hips back and forth, feeling her body tighten around me once again. I can feel she's close and want to release with her, but at the same time, I don't ever want to let her go. This feeling-this euphoric high-is something I thought I'd never get back.
"Morgan," she whimpers, grabbing hold of my upper arms and squeezing. "I had no idea it could feel this good," she admits. Even though she's flushed, her cheeks turn a light shade of red. I can tell she doesn't normally engage this way during sex and even though it feels natural between us, it's still new for her.
"Sweetheart, had I known, there's no way I could've waited this long. But I can't say you haven't made the wait worth it."
"You act as if I made you wait, Professor," she mocks.