Page 153 of The Secret We Keep
His cheeks redden.
My breath gets trapped in my lungs. I want to touch him. I want to reach down and feel him lose control like he did with me. Taking a steadying breath of confidence, I lift my hand and rest it on his chest, curling my body to his.
He tugs his hands between my thighs. “I’m trapped.”
I let out a snort, unable to contain it. Then I loosen my thighs from around his hand.
“Thanks,” he laughs, but stops when my hand falls to his cock.
“What are you doing?”
My lips roll in on each other. “Feeling you,” I say nervously, arching my neck and waiting for him to meet me for a kiss.
He’s quiet, but he slowly leans down, his breathing definitely faster now. “You don’t have to do this.”
Pressing my lips to his, I whisper, “I want to,” before pushing them together again. This is the first cock I’ve ever felt, so when there’s a grumble in the back of Paddy’s throat, I hold my breath, and pleasure simmers in my core.
“Morgan,” he breathes, only serving to make my whole body feel hotter.
Too wrapped up in him, I clasp my fingers around his shaft. Squeezing, a moan escapes me when he groans, and my eyes roll closed.
“Not so tight,” he tells me, his free hand cupping my face. He smiles into a deep kiss, and thank God we’re close because I can feel my cheeks and my chest turning fifty shades of red.
I loosen my grip. “Better?”
“Perfect.”
A few orgasms and you're all high and mighty
Paddy
Igroan,lettingmytongue roam the inside of her mouth again. Tension coils in my muscles. JesusfuckingChrist, I’m going to have to concentrate if I’m going to last more than thirty seconds.
Pulling back and breaking our kiss, I look down, seeing round, crystal eyes peering up at me. “My favourite colour.” My fingers scrunch into her hair, pulling her closer again.
Morgan’s fingers twitch. “Should I move?”
“Your hand?”
“Yeah,” she squeaks, her cheeks getting redder.
“Only if you want to. I don’t expect anything from you.”
She kisses the side of my jaw. “What about in my mouth? Isn’t that supposed to be good for guys?”
I blow out a surprised breath. “Have you everdonethatbefore?” I ask hesitantly, already feeling like I know the answer.
She blinks nervously. “No. This is the first time I’ve ever touched one. Soyou’llhave to tell mewhatyoulike.”
There’s a small part of me that thinks that even now, with her hand wrapped around my dick, I should stop her. I’ve already crossed a line with her, twice, and once she does this, things will never go back to the way they were.
But we’ve come so far.
We’ve learned so much about ourselves and each other. I don’t want her to think that what we’re doing is wrong. And if she’s going to do this with anyone, I sure as hell only want it to be with me.
I hiss when her fingers tighten before she strokes the full length of me so slowly, I hold my breath, my stomach muscles clenching tight. “Fuck, that feels good,” I rush out, voice cracking hoarsely.
Morgan bites her lip as she looks down, watching as she strokes me in that torturously erotic motion again. Her cheeks flush, and when I see her nipples harden, I croak out, “Don’t stop.”
