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Her eyes dart back and forth as if she is also trying to make sure that we're on the exact same page before moving forward, and God help me, her lip twitches a second before her lips spread into a wide smile.

Instead of rising closer and pressing her lips to mine, she moves south, her lips pressing to my skin a second before she nips and bites on her way down to my cock.

Using my left hand, I hold the blanket up so I can watch every single move she makes, and the second she pulls my boxer briefs away from my skin, I realize I have to formulate a plan. Coming in ten seconds wouldn't impress anyone.

I tilt my head up, letting the blanket fall around her, and just live in the sensation as she runs her tongue up the length of me from root to tip. A full-body shiver runs through me, and her light laughter at my response to her mouth is the final piece of the puzzle that slides into place, letting me know that we're both in the right headspace for what's happening.

"Morgan," I moan, my toes curling when she wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks.

Gripping the blanket at my hips does nothing to stave off the urge to just get lost in the gift she's giving me, but I can't seem to put a stop to it.

Calculations run through my head, my mind trying to determine if I come down her throat right now and if I'll have enough recovery time while pleasing her body with my own mouth in order to make love to her after.

My eyes flutter open, and although I can't see what she's doing, I can watch her head move up and down under the blanket with that heaven-sent suction around my cock as she works me over. It's the most perfect thing I've ever felt in my life, and although I know it will, I never want it to end.

I resist the urge to reach under the cover and tangle my fist in her hair because truly the woman doesn't need an ounce of guidance.

When she cups my sack with one hand, using her other to grip the part of my shaft that she can't take into her mouth, every muscle in my body flexes, preparing for an explosive orgasm.

Then she's just gone. Her mouth is no longer on my cock, her hands no longer working me over.

I don't know whether I should feel relieved or frustrated.

My weight shifts on the bed, my hips flexing up, my cock scraping against her body, looking for relief as she slowly makes her way back up, her mouth taking much the same path as it did on her way down.

Her stomach presses against my cock, and it becomes very apparent just how much I'm leaking for her with the wetness cooling on my skin.

"You were going to come," she whispers as she pops her head out from under the blanket.

"I was," I quickly agree. "That mouth of yours should be illegal."

Her eyes sparkle as she smiles, and I would never push the issue. After what she has been through, she needs to be in control, and I'd let her edge me for the rest of my life if it made her happy.

"This one?" she whispers, the pointer finger of her right hand running over her lower lip.

"Come here," I urge, reaching down and grabbing her shoulders so I can pull her mouth to mine.

There was more than one moment in time, once after she left the conference room the other day and again when I wasn't sure what Henry's plan was for her, that I thought I'd never get the chance to kiss her again.

Doing so now, feeling her skin against mine, her tongue sweeping over mine, giving as much as she's taking, brings a million emotions to the surface. I'll fight to keep this woman every single second of every day if I have to, but with the way her hands are running over my skin, her body rolling against mine, I know that we won't spend much time fighting at all.

I know there will be battles, but I imagine they'll be outside forces rather than sparring between us.

I smile as I flip us, rolling her onto her back. She squeals in delight, her hands reaching out to grip me.

I could easily pull my hips back and press forward, sinking to the hilt inside of her, but there will be plenty of time for that. I want her insane with pleasure and begging me for more before we get to that point.

I won't rush with her. Not now, not in thirty years. She deserves patience and time. There will be times when fast pleasure and quick orgasms will be exactly what each of us needs, but not our first time together.

I nip at her skin, much the same way she did me, paying attention first to that sensitive part just below her ear before working my way lower.

"I never would've gotten any sleep if I'd known you'd taken your shirt off," I whisper against her breastbone before turning my head to the right and tracing her nipple with the very tip of my tongue.

"I managed to wait an hour after waking up before attacking you," she says, humor in her voice.

"Never wait," I say, sucking her nipple into my mouth and nipping the tip.

The way her back arches forces me to press my hips forward, driving my erection into the bed in search of relief.

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