Page 38 of Unmoored

Surely Murph can see how close I am, right?

“F-Fuck—” I gasp roughly, my head spinning. But I don’t know how to say this next part with my body. “Y-Your plan…”

“Uh huh?” Murph slows his stroke just a tiny bit when his fist reaches the bottom of my cock, and then slowly drags it all the way to the tip.

I gasp, crying out in a long, ragged moan. Murph huffs a quiet breath of amusement into my ear as I struggle to form words again. “You—You’d better… do whatever… you were… planning… oh fuck, I won’t be able to?—”

He kisses the words right off my lips and then nibbles his way along my jaw to whisper right into my ear. “Thiswasthe plan.”

This was the plan?I’mthe plan?

But I know it’s true. Murph is touching me like he’s fucking worshipping every inch of my body, like he wants nothing more than to make me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my goddamn life, and it’s working.

Holy fucking fuck, is it working.

Over and over, Murph slams the ring of his fingers to the base of my throbbing cock, squeezing tightly around my shaft, teasing the head on the way back up.

I throw my head back into the pillow, my whole body arching and trembling.“Ohhhmyfucking godMurphMurph?—”

My voice breaks and I silently mouth his name as I careen toward the edge of the endlessyes, yes, yes!resonating through every fibre of my being. I gasp roughly against Murph’s lips, trying to tell him.

Of course, Murph already knows. He just kisses me deeper, strokes me faster. He only pauses pushing his tongue into my mouth for long enough to breathe one word.

“Cum.”

And I’m flying over the edge.

I throw my head back into the pillow, gasping for breath. I can feel my own hot mess spilling over myself, as far up as my throat. All thought escapes me as the waves of ecstasy slam through me, right to the tips of my toes.

One breath at a time, all I can do is fall apart in Murph’s arms. And he’s here—holding me like I’m precious, kissing me, stroking me slower and slower as the tension melts from my body.

Even through my delirious haze, I can appreciate the sight of Murph yanking open his pants, pulling out his dick and giving me a show.

“Yes,” I manage in a little whimper as he wraps his hand around himself—his fingers still covered in my sticky mess—and jerks off, hard and fast, right here on top of me.

Murph slides his fingers into my mouth, and I whimper and suck on them as hard as I can. His eyes go wide, his pace speeds up… and then he stutters and groans, throwing his head back as he blows his load all over my chest and stomach.

Holy fucking fuck, I think I’m in heaven.

If I weren’t so exhausted, I’d be up for another round, just from being covered in the evidence of all our passion.

Murph gasps for breath and collapses next to me. I nuzzle into him and he pulls me in against his chest, wrapping his arm around me as he presses his face into my hair.

One breath at a time, we come down to earth. It doesn’t matter how long it takes—we’re both boneless with pleasure, curled up together in the growing darkness.

“Holy fuck,” I finally mumble.

Murph huffs a quick breath of amusement as he slowly slides out of bed. “So, you liked the plan,” he rumbles softly.

“It’s… it’s a good plan.” I grin sleepily, watching him get a wet washcloth. “Good execution, too. Two thumbs up.”

Murph returns with the cloth, gently wiping us both down. Then he crawls into bed again, sliding his arms around me.

He doesn’t need words to know what I need—even if I don’t.

My chest goes tight and my throat burns, and I press my face into his chest before I can start to cry.

This is exactly what I’ve needed for so long. And Murph just… knew. He cared enough towantto. It means more than I can say.

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