Page 52 of Cinnamon Strudel
She shook her head, biting her lip and trying to squeeze her legs around him so he would sink back into her.
“You begging for me to fuck you.”
“Please, Morgan, fuck me like our first time.”
His lips curled into the most seductive of grins, hips retracting one more time before slamming into her pelvis. She let out a cry, head falling back and her back arching into him. Her toes curled and her thighs clenched, but they were no match for his rough thrusts.
“You better be looking at my cock slamming into you,” he panted between gritted teeth. “Does it look as beautiful as it sounds?”
“Oh god, yes! Yes, it does.”
His hand slipped between them, his thumb finding her clit and making her head spin. Her moans echoed through the narrow space and mixed with his grunts.
“More pressure,” she whimpered, feeling her climax growing closer, yet so far away at the same time.
“How could I deny you anything with such sweet moans.” The pressure instantly increased and so did his speed. “You’re doing so well telling me what you need.”
She melted from his praise, especially when he used that deep, husky tone and it was mixed with the erotic sound of their bodies slamming into each other. Her vision blurred and although she was desperate to watch, her head lolled back, and her body fell limp. She tingled all the way down to her toes and her mind filled with the pleasure of relief as her orgasm washed over her.
“Good, just like that, give yourself to me.”
She panted for air, her walls clenching around him as his cock swelled and pulsed. His nose nuzzled into her neck, his arms around her waist and pushing beneath her shirt.
“You are the most perfect woman in the world.” He held her tight until they both came down from their high before he tossed the condom and unfastened her wrists. “How was that, darlin’?”
“Breathtaking.”
He chuckled and slipped her panties back up her legs. “Quite literally.”
“I like how vocal you are.”
“As much as I love those gorgeous whimpers and begs of yours.” He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and gave her the most heartwarming kiss. “Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
He helped her off the counter and weaved their fingers together. “Good.” He tugged her into the bathroom and turned to face the floor to ceiling mirror. “Ever since you told me thatyou’re relearning to love yourself, I’ve tried to figure out how I could make you see how gorgeous you are.”
“Morgan—”
“I can’t make you do anything, so I just want you to stand here, in my arms and repeat after me: ‘I am beautiful.’”
She took a shaky breath, barely able to look at herself. “I am beautiful.”
With his hands blanketing hers, he hugged her tightly. “‘I am strong.’”
She focused on the pressure of Morgan’s embrace. “I am strong.”
“’I will love myself.’”
She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, she forced herself to look at the woman before her. “I will love myself.”
His lips found her ear, the soft praise all the reward she could ask for. “You did so well.”
“You’re going to make me do this over and over, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
Ruby
