Page 93 of Chasing the Dream

“Me either,” he said, his voice sounding strained.

She wrapped both hands around his manhood and brought it to her lips.

“Ohmigod,” he growled as she sucked him in deep.

She hadn’t done this to him before, but she’d wanted to. She loved the way he looked, tasted, and sounded as he tipped his head back and groaned.

She took her time exploring and experimenting to determine what he liked best. When he dipped his head down to watch, she knew she was doing something right, but then he confirmed it for her.

“Yes. Just. Like. That.”

She encased him with her mouth and hands, and soon he was thrusting forward, his muscles clenching and his breath coming in rough pants. He gripped her shoulders and gave them a warning squeeze, which she didn’t heed. She continued to work him over until he growled out his release. She held onto the backs of his thighs until he went slack, and then she let go and stood up.

“What’s my name again?” He smiled broadly. “Do you need… You have a little bit…” He pointed at the corner of her mouth.

“It’s fine,” she said and darted her tongue out to clean off her lips.

“My God, woman. You’re amazing.”

She curtsied. “Why, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet!”

Then he put his fingers on the side zipper of her skirt and tugged it down. “I’ve been thinking of you in this skirt ever since you sent me that picture last night.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm. Love the way it looks on you, but I’m gonna love it on the floor even more.”

“You rhymed!”

He chuckled as the skirt hit the floor and she stepped out of it.

“Wait. What is this, a leotard?”

“It’s a bodysuit.”

“How do I get it off?”

“Right here.” She widened her stance and pointed to the snaps in the center.

“Oh. Wow! Does that hurt?”

She laughed. “No. As a matter of fact, it can feel kind of good, if you know what I mean.”

“Ahh. I get the idea.”

“But not as good as the real thing.”

“Glad to hear it.”

He popped open the three snaps, and she was amused at how proud he looked as the bodysuit came undone. Then he pulled it up and off, leaving her in her bra and panties. She’d worn the standard nude cotton variety because she hadn’t expected him to see them. If she’d have known they were doing this, she would have chosen something sexier. But the way he gazed at her was enough to convince her that he didn’t mind.

“You are so sexy, Morgan. Do you know that?”

She’d never felt as sexy as she did with him, and his compliment warmed her to the core.

“Your body is beautiful, and I love the way it molds to mine.”