Page 86 of Under Her

Then, I kick my feet up on the coffee table and take a swig of my beer.

Life really doesn’t get any better than this. I have the hottest woman I’ve ever known in my arms after having another two amazing orgasms with her, and I have her here, in my apartment, for the whole weekend.

Nope. It definitely doesn’t get any better than this.

I have no clue what time it is. But, by the light creeping into the sky, I’d say it’s early morning.

Time seems to have no relevance while I’m here, in my apartment, with Morgan. And I should be tired after the flight. But I’m not. Not one little bit, and apparently, neither is Morgan.

We started Breaking Bad with the intention of just watching a few episodes. We ended up watching the whole first season. In between make-out sessions, obviously.

We had to pause the show a few times as the make-out sessions turned into sex.

Just like it did half an hour ago when the last episode finished.

So far, we’ve fucked on my sofa, twice, including this last time. On the kitchen counter when we washed up our plates. And the living room wall on the way back from the kitchen from washing the plates.

I’m going to have to do a condom run if we keep going at this rate.

It’s amazing, how much sex we’ve had in such a short space of time.

I’ve always been the kind of guy who can go a few rounds in quick succession. But, with Morgan, I’ve got the fucking stamina of a stallion.

We’re lying on the sofa on our sides, facing each other, a blanket covering us. Because, of course, we’re both naked.

“I don’t think we should get dressed for the rest of the weekend,” I announce.

Smiling eyes lift to meet mine. “No?”

“Nope.”

“What if we order in and one of us has to go to the door?”

“Well, you’re sure as fuck not. I’m not letting some other guy see these babies.” I cup her tits in my hands and squish them together.

She giggles.

“What if it’s a girl delivery person? I don’t want her seeing your…cock.”

God, I love it when she says cock. She sounds so sweet, which makes the word sound even dirtier. Like when she says, Fuck, or, Make me come, or even just, Wilder. My name has never sounded sweeter or sexier than it does when coming from her lips.

“Okay, so if it’s a dude delivering, then I’ll go to the door.”

“And you don’t mind another guy seeing your package while he hands over his package?”

She grins, and I have to fist-bump her for that.

“Nicely put. And not at all, babe. I played sports in high school, so I’m used to showing guys my cock.”

“Is this some new sport that I don’t know about? Because, if it is, I want to hear all about it.”

“You dirty little perv,” I tease.

She laughs.

“I meant, in the showers. Guys aren’t shy about getting naked when they have to shower together after sports. And I have a big cock, so I’ve no need to be shy.”

“And a serious amount of confidence.”