I curl my fingers deep inside her as I lick and suck her faster. I feel her body tensing, her inner walls tightening around my fingers and tongue. God, I want to taste her orgasm. She's close, I can feel it.
"Let me taste it, Aspen," I demand and lick up her slit. I tease her clit with my tongue, my fingers working her faster until her head falls back against the wall and her body nearly cripples to the floor. "Let go, baby. C'mon, I know you need it," I encourage, rotating my wrist faster.
"Fuck … Ohmigod," she pants out in a whisper.
"That's it. Let me taste it, sweetheart."
She shakes her head, not allowing herself to let go. She's biting her lip and clenching her eyes shut. I know she wants to scream.
I release her leg and set her heel back down on the floor as I stand up. My fingers continue working her, thrusting in and out, as my thumb rubs along her clit.
My free hand cups her jaw and rubs a soothing finger against her cheek. "Let it go," I demand again. I cover my lips over hers and fuck her pussy with my hand until she cries into my mouth. Her body tightens, her pussy hugging me as her juices soak my fingers.
"So fucking good, baby," I whisper over her lips. "I know you have another."
She's quick to shake her head. "I can't," she chokes out.
My fingers start working her wet pussy again. I know she's ready to explode, I can hear it. "Fuck my fingers, Aspen." I go deeper, feeling her walls tense. "Fuck my fingers hard."
She wraps a hand around my neck and pulls my lips back over her as she kisses me, lightly biting my lip as she releases another explosive orgasm.
She shivers with goose bumps, her body slouching against the wall, completely sated.
"You're so fucking beautiful." I kiss her gently with a smile on my lips.
"So those fingers aren't only meant for painting," she teases.
"They have many talents." I place a soft kiss on her lips again, letting her taste her arousal. "I'd love to show you what else they're capable of doing."
"I think I can arrange that." Lifting her into my arms, she quickly wraps her legs around me.
"I want you inside me," her words low in my ear as I walk us to my bedroom. "Now."
Tangling my fingers in her hair, I pull her head back so she's looking straight at me. "Patience, beautiful."
Once we're in the bedroom and I've locked the door, I set her down on the bed and push the coat off her shoulders, tossing it aside. She watches with eager eyes as I strip my own clothes off, adding it to the pile on the floor.
I grab a condom from the dresser and roll it over my length. She leans back on the bed as I slowly crawl up her body, laying soft kisses on her smooth skin. When I reach her breasts, I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck as if my life depends on it. I know she likes it rough, and I plan to be just that.
As I massage her breast with my hand, I run my teeth along her nipple, softly biting it as I suck it into my mouth, releasing it and pulling it back in between my lips, harder this time. She groans, digging her nails into the skin of my arms, which only feeds my arousal more.
Those eager hips of hers rock wildly against me as I feel her heat pressed against my cock.
"I need you, Morgan," her voice quiet, yet demanding. "Now."
Looking up from her breast, I smirk at her sultry tone. "You really don't know the definition of patience, do you?" I quip.
Her lips part as I grip her legs and spread them wide for me. I press the tip of my cock against her opening and watch as her eyelids flutter closed, anticipating my jarring thrusts.
I lean over her as I slowly push inside, feeling the tightness of her pussy enveloping me. Her hips arch up as her head buries deeper into the mattress.
She releases a deep, loud moan without warning, and I quickly cover my mouth over hers, taking in all of her sweet sounds.
After rolling her on top of me, bending her over the bed, and fucking her recklessly, I curl around her body, tangling my legs with hers and hold her close. Aspen quickly falls into a deep, sated sleep. I lay there for a few more moments as I run my fingers over her skin and contemplate how we'll make this work. I'm determined to find a way without either of us having to sacrifice our positions at the college.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ASPEN
It's officially spring break and the first time in years that I've happily spent an entire morning in bed. It's only been a week since Morgan and I first got together, but it feels like much longer. We've been building a relationship for seven weeks before now, so I feel like I know so much about him already, yet there's so much I have yet to find out.
Waking up in Morgan's arms every morning has been complete bliss-almost unreal. He looks at me as if I'm the only woman in the entire world, reminds me how beautiful I am, and how much he loves my paintings. Guilt soars through me as I think about the secret I have yet to confess. He's told me about his ex-girlfriend and the reason he left five years ago. The betrayal ran deep, and I worry about how he will react when he finds out about the Ariel Rose Collection paintings. He's talked a little more about his brother and how close they were growing up. He's given so much of himself, but I still struggle with opening up.
My mother's called me at least a dozen times in the last couple weeks. I've ignored them all, knowing exactly what she wants. I don't owe my parents anything, and I'm not going home just to amuse her. Being around them is toxic, and it's the last thing I need in my life right now.
Morgan dropped Natalia off at school early this morning and crawled back into bed with me. It felt so easy, so natural to just snuggle right back into his arms. The warmth of his skin and tenderness of his grip lulls me right back to sleep.
"Time to wake up, sleepyhead." I feel his hand shaking my shoulder, but I groan and roll over. "Aspen," he says with an amused laugh. "I made breakfast."
"Just stick a feeding tube in me and nourish me that way," I mumble. "Your bed is too comfortable."
He rolls me back toward him until I'm on top of him. "You need to eat."
"Stop being so bossy," I complain. "You can't be all professorly in bed." I crack a teasing smile.
"Professorly? Lord." He laughs and leans up, pulling me up with him. He wraps his arms under my body and lifts me up. "I'll force feed you if I have to."
"I'd like to see you try." He flashes me a sly smirk, and I know I'm in trouble.
He carries me into the kitchen and sets me down on the counter. "Here, drink this."
He hands me a glass with something that looks like the Hulk threw up and nods his head at me to drink it.
"What is it?" I frown.
"It's a protein smoothie. Try it."
"It looks disgusting." I smell it and wrinkle my nose. "Smells disgusting, too."
He glares at me. "It has peanut butter and blueberries in it."
"And?" I prompt, knowing there's something worse.
"Spinach."
I extend my arm and hand it back to him. "Yup, no thanks. I'll stick with normal food."
He grabs it and laughs. "You aren't even going to try it?"
"Just because you like to eat fruity spinach goo doesn't mean I can't eat eggs and a pound of greasy bacon."
He raises his brows. "You aren't going to be young forever," he chides with a wink. "Having healthy eating habits will help you maintain a healthy diet as you grow older."
"Professor by day, Nutritionist by night!" I pump my fist in the air and laugh.
He shakes his head at me. "You're on your own then, pretty lady. I haven't bought bacon in years."
"But pizza you're okay with?"
"Only on cheat days."
I jump off the counter and stand in front of him. "So like … every day?"
He wraps an arm around me and playfully slaps my ass. I yelp in surprise and try to wiggle out of his grip. "Don't tempt me to put you over my knee, woman."
I roll my eyes and try to keep from laughing at his antics. "Now if you added bacon to that smoothie, we'd have a deal."
"Not a chance."
"You're no fun." I glare and he frees me from his arm. I walk to his fridge and start digging around. "You seriously have no food in here." I push around the pizza boxes and leftover containers. "What do you guys eat?"
"Natalia says I'm a bad cook."
"Guess we're stopping at the grocery store sometime today." I shut the door and start digging through his mostly empty cupboards. "I'll hop in the shower and we can go." I turn around to him leaning against the counter, holding a cup of coffee, and smirking like something's funny. "What? Did that sound really girlfriend-ish? It did. Crap. Can we pretend that never happened? I didn't-"
"Aspen," he interrupts in a low, amused voice. "I want you to sound girlfriend-ish."