This morning, she’d had to grin and bear it. Soldier on.
What a difference a day made.
Now, Morgan’s sure hands were on her hips, pulling her close, and her lips were brush strokes to Ali’s soul.
“You sure about this?” If Morgan’s voice was faint, her fingers were anything but.
Ali couldn’t find the words, but she’d never been surer of anything in her entire life. In reply, she simply kissed Morgan even more furiously than before.
Morgan’s hands were a blur as they stole over Ali’s skin like moonlight.
They both pulled back in unison to throw off their T-shirts and shed their underwear. Tonight wasn’t the night for tiptoeing. Maybe that night would come. This wasn’t about luxury or five-star service. Tonight was about vital pleasure, and Ali was determined to be in the driving seat. So much so, when she pushed Morgan onto her back and climbed on top of her—exactly the way she’d dreamed Morgan might do to her—Morgan’s face spelt surprise.
“I wasn’t expecting that.” A satisfied smile crossed her features.
Ali leaned down and ran her tongue slowly along Morgan’s top lip. “I’m full of surprises.” Ali didn’t know whose voice was coming out of her mouth, but it was husky and knew what it wanted. She nibbled on Morgan’s lip, and felt her shake beneath her.
Ali sat up.
Morgan stroked both hands up and down Ali’s sides, her focus fixed.
Ali wanted to drink in the look on Morgan’s face forever. It was as if Ali was a work of art, and Morgan simply couldn’t stop staring.
The feeling was mutual.
Ali ran her hands over Morgan’s full breasts, just as she’d dreamed of doing when she was a teenager. If you held on long enough, dreams could come true. When she leaned down and took Morgan’s right nipple into her mouth, Morgan gasped.
Ali sank into the lush sound. Into Morgan’s bergamot scent. She made sure she gave Morgan everything she had. She’d never forgive herself otherwise.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” she rasped, before she could even think about what she was saying. She should have been embarrassed. But there was no time.
Before Ali could process another thought, Morgan slid her hand between Ali’s legs and slipped a finger into her.
Electric wonder shot through Ali, then her eyes went wide. She’d nearly sprained her fingers a few times trying the same trick, but Morgan was a natural. Ali rolled her hips, then gently ground down on Morgan.
Taking the encouragement, Morgan slid another finger inside.
Ali let out a sound she’d never be able to name. One she’d never uttered before. It was the one she’d been saving for 20 years. The one reserved for when Morgan Scott finally fucked her. Ali’s insides roared as she melted into her.
She fell forward, crushed her mouth to Morgan’s once more, and let the moment wash over her. If she was riding Morgan Scott, she was going to do it in style. Low and slow. Every part of her pulsed as Morgan’s fingers eased around inside her. Ali could feel how wet she was.
When she’d imagined this in her younger years, it had never been like this. Then, Morgan had taken her against a wall, crushed her to a bed. She’d dominated Ali. But that was a fantasy from her youth. Now she was up close, a private audience with Morgan Scott was more than living up to its billing. The later-life version of Morgan was more rough around the edges, but that only added to her charm. A charm that had sparkled for Ali ever since they met.
Now, Morgan had Ali in the palm of her hand.
Literally.
They stayed like that for a few more exquisite moments, Morgan locking Ali in with her intense sapphire gaze. Her blonde hair was mussed, her cheeks red. She looked absolutely, intensely, momentously gorgeous. As Morgan’s stare drilled into her, a crush of lust looped between them, holding Ali in place with its force. She swirled her hips, desire drenching her from the inside out. She’d never felt so filled, so satiated in her life. She stilled, never wanting to leave this bubble. Euphoria bubbled inside. Ali had to hold it together.
Which she did. Right up until Morgan shifted under her. She gently nudged Ali off her and got to her knees, mirroring Ali’s stance, twisting her hand with crazy skill. Morgan stared into Ali’s eyes, her own irises dark pools of want, before kissing Ali’s lips with the lightest of touches.
It made Ali’s head spin. Then she was on her back as Morgan straddled her, her breasts tantalising, her lips wet. Morgan’s hands were all over her, sliding, fucking, driving Ali on. She didn’t need much encouragement.
“You feel so good.” Morgan’s thick, honeyed voice nearly tipped Ali over the edge.
She was so close. Ali opened her eyes, and they locked gazes again.
Morgan thrust into her and held it. Then she leaned down again, her fingers steady.
