Page 77 of Under Her

For some reason, I find myself committing the image of her like this to my memory.

“That was…wow…you’re really good at that.” She laughs softly.

I quirk a brow. “I’m good at a lot of things.”

Rising up, I lean over and grab another condom from my wallet. I slide it on. Then, I wrap my hand around my shaft and slowly jack my cock once, twice.

Her wide, lusty eyes follow the movement.

“What do you want now, Morgan?” I ask, my voice gravelly.

“You,” she says.

I lean over and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck, bringing me closer, kissing me harder.

I easily slide inside her. She’s so slick and hot and ready for me.

I go at a slow pace to begin with, and not once do I stop kissing her.

But then need takes over, and I rise up onto my hands. Staring down at her, I start thrusting harder and faster. I’m pushing her up the bed with every surge of my cock, her tits bouncing with the movement.

Her legs come up around my hips, gripping me to her. And I can’t take my eyes off her.

Her hand slides up around my neck, cupping it, and she brings me back to her lips, kissing me. She sucks on my tongue, and I feel it—the heat down my spine, telling me I’m close to coming.

“Morgan…” I groan.

“Yes…that’s it, Wilder…right there…”

A strangled cry leaves her lips, her legs locking tighter around me, her pussy squeezing my cock like a vise, and I explode inside her, groaning loud enough to wake the dead.

Like I give a shit.

I’m inside the most beautiful woman in the world, and I’ve just come inside her twice in a very short space of time.

Life is good.

No, it’s fucking awesome.

I finally drag myself away from Morgan after another make-out session, following that last round of sex.

I’d go now again if I could, but I don’t think my cock will allow it.

He needs a rest before round three.

I go into the bathroom to clean up and dispose of condom number two. I grab a washcloth to clean Morgan up with.

I catch sight of myself in the mirror over the sink.

The smile on my face is unmistakable.

It’s not just an I-had-great-sex smile. It’s an I-just-had-amazing-sex-with-a-woman-I’ve-been-craving-for-weeks-now smile.

Or maybe even longer.

I always thought she was pretty back in college. Smart and feisty. She interested me…intrigued me, I guess. And I always hated the fact that she didn’t like me. That she didn’t want me.

I never pursued her. Why would I have? She hated my guts. But I do know that I would have had sex with her if she’d wanted to.