an amazing job of inspiring me to take this chance.”
Now that he was mostly naked, Thea let Morgan arrange their bodies until they were lying side by side on the bed.
Her hand reached out to stroke the chest she had finally uncovered. Skin to skin at last, Thea thought, sighing in pleasure.
“I don’t want to be a virgin anymore, Morgan,” she told him softly.
Groaning at being given such sweet permission to go further, Morgan rolled Thea to her back and ran a possessive hand across her belly and down. He gathered up the nightgown that still covered the bottom half of her until he could push his now shaking hand up under it.
His fingers brushed gentle as a butterfly over her curls and ever so carefully went beyond the folds he found there. Thea’s legs fell open in welcome as Morgan slipped an exploring finger into the glorious heat and wetness of her, groaning in satisfaction to find proof of his success.
“I have never, ever wanted a woman more than I want you tonight. The only wish I have right now is for you to want me back just as much,” Morgan said sincerely.
Thea lifted a hand from the bed and placed her palm on Morgan’s face.
“Wish granted. I definitely want you back,” she said, her voice rough with lust.
Morgan pushed his finger in deep when he heard her declaration and felt her legs thrash as she hit the first peak of pleasure.
“No. Please climb up here and get inside me. I can’t believe how wet I am. I can’t even remember the last time I. . .Morgan, don’t. . .,” she begged, as his talented finger slid in and out of her again. “I don’t want to do that this first time. I want you in me while I feel this way.”
“You’re having an orgasm tonight, Thea. We’re not stopping until you do,” Morgan said, sincerely.
He slid off the bed, retrieved his pants and the condom from the pocket of them. His past wasn’t as clean as hers, and his need to protect her from his was important to him. Morgan dropped his shorts, put the condom on, and crawled back up the bed to where Thea had scooted up to wait for him.
The nightgown was bunched at her waist from both directions, but she didn’t seem to mind. Still, he slipped it up and over her head until she was completely nude.
“You are incredibly beautiful, Althea Carmichael,” Morgan said, moving between her legs, nervous again as she shifted in welcome. He stroked a quivering hand down her thigh. “I’m still a bit worried. How about you?”
“Terrified,” she confided. “Excited. Dying to have you. It’s a toss-up.”
“I hear you,” Morgan said, positioning himself and nudging in just a little as she lifted her hips to accommodate his entry. “Be brave with me, Thea.”
Heaven, Morgan thought, feeling elation at Thea breathing so erratically beneath him as she tilted her pelvis to his. So this is what it’s like to be with a woman you care about. This is what it’s like to care about how it goes. He was absolutely sure he’d never felt this level of emotional involvement before.
Morgan rocked in and out gently, advancing and retreating no more than an inch at a time. Eventually, he paused when he was partially inside Thea’s tight depths which seemed incredibly virginal to him the deeper he went. He felt Thea squirming trying to complete the connection.
She was gloriously wet and pulsing. And she was quite capable with her talented hips of ruining all he had planned for her if she kept up what she was instinctively doing.
“Don’t move,” Morgan ordered, pushing her shoulders down firmly and holding her in place with trembling hands.
“Why?” Thea asked, a little hurt by his tone and his actions. There was alarm in her face as her eyes opened fully to his. Her first thought was that she was doing something wrong.
“Honey, if you keep moving, it’s going to be over too quickly. I’m trying like hell to make this work for both of us. Let me have control, Thea,” Morgan coaxed.
Humbled by his honesty,
Now that he was mostly naked, Thea let Morgan arrange their bodies until they were lying side by side on the bed.
Her hand reached out to stroke the chest she had finally uncovered. Skin to skin at last, Thea thought, sighing in pleasure.
“I don’t want to be a virgin anymore, Morgan,” she told him softly.
Groaning at being given such sweet permission to go further, Morgan rolled Thea to her back and ran a possessive hand across her belly and down. He gathered up the nightgown that still covered the bottom half of her until he could push his now shaking hand up under it.
His fingers brushed gentle as a butterfly over her curls and ever so carefully went beyond the folds he found there. Thea’s legs fell open in welcome as Morgan slipped an exploring finger into the glorious heat and wetness of her, groaning in satisfaction to find proof of his success.
“I have never, ever wanted a woman more than I want you tonight. The only wish I have right now is for you to want me back just as much,” Morgan said sincerely.
Thea lifted a hand from the bed and placed her palm on Morgan’s face.
“Wish granted. I definitely want you back,” she said, her voice rough with lust.
Morgan pushed his finger in deep when he heard her declaration and felt her legs thrash as she hit the first peak of pleasure.
“No. Please climb up here and get inside me. I can’t believe how wet I am. I can’t even remember the last time I. . .Morgan, don’t. . .,” she begged, as his talented finger slid in and out of her again. “I don’t want to do that this first time. I want you in me while I feel this way.”
“You’re having an orgasm tonight, Thea. We’re not stopping until you do,” Morgan said, sincerely.
He slid off the bed, retrieved his pants and the condom from the pocket of them. His past wasn’t as clean as hers, and his need to protect her from his was important to him. Morgan dropped his shorts, put the condom on, and crawled back up the bed to where Thea had scooted up to wait for him.
The nightgown was bunched at her waist from both directions, but she didn’t seem to mind. Still, he slipped it up and over her head until she was completely nude.
“You are incredibly beautiful, Althea Carmichael,” Morgan said, moving between her legs, nervous again as she shifted in welcome. He stroked a quivering hand down her thigh. “I’m still a bit worried. How about you?”
“Terrified,” she confided. “Excited. Dying to have you. It’s a toss-up.”
“I hear you,” Morgan said, positioning himself and nudging in just a little as she lifted her hips to accommodate his entry. “Be brave with me, Thea.”
Heaven, Morgan thought, feeling elation at Thea breathing so erratically beneath him as she tilted her pelvis to his. So this is what it’s like to be with a woman you care about. This is what it’s like to care about how it goes. He was absolutely sure he’d never felt this level of emotional involvement before.
Morgan rocked in and out gently, advancing and retreating no more than an inch at a time. Eventually, he paused when he was partially inside Thea’s tight depths which seemed incredibly virginal to him the deeper he went. He felt Thea squirming trying to complete the connection.
She was gloriously wet and pulsing. And she was quite capable with her talented hips of ruining all he had planned for her if she kept up what she was instinctively doing.
“Don’t move,” Morgan ordered, pushing her shoulders down firmly and holding her in place with trembling hands.
“Why?” Thea asked, a little hurt by his tone and his actions. There was alarm in her face as her eyes opened fully to his. Her first thought was that she was doing something wrong.
“Honey, if you keep moving, it’s going to be over too quickly. I’m trying like hell to make this work for both of us. Let me have control, Thea,” Morgan coaxed.
Humbled by his honesty,
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