Morgan is on top of her, nipping at the soft skin beneath Selena’s ear while she wraps Selena’s legs around her waist and asks if Selena likes her mouth there.
“Yeah,” Selena breathes out, turning her face to kiss Morgan’s cheek.
“How ‘bout here?” Morgan asks as she drags her lips against Selena’s neck, making Selena sigh and nod.
She makes her way southward, pausing to lick over Selena’s rib cage and take a nipple in her mouth, to drag her teeth tenderly against the flutter of Selena’s stomach. And here? And here?
Selena sinks into the mattress and lets her do as she pleases, her skin breaking into goosebumps under Morgan’s fingertips. Yes. God, Morgan.
There isn’t much in this world she wouldn’t like Morgan to do to her.
When Morgan pauses at her hips, settling comfortable between Selena’s thighs and drawing circles on her hipbones, Selena looks down to find Morgan’s eyes hungry and dark, her lips glistening with spit. “Flip me over,” Morgan says, and Selena doesn’t question her.
She does what Morgan suggests, ends up with a hand in Morgan’s hair while she straddles her shoulders, watching Morgan swallow thickly as she runs her hands up and down Selena’s thighs.
“You’re looking good,” Selena tells her, making Morgan smile, then Morgan licks her cunt in encouragement and Selena lowers her hips and holds on to the headboard so she can fuck Morgan’s face, and Morgan moans into it, clinging to Selena’s ass.
The thing about Morgan is that her heart is in everything she does. And it’s true here, too, in Selena’s bed, her mouth stupidly devoted, making Selena’s eyes water, fingernails leaving marks she will later kiss on Selena’s body, and Selena has no defence against this woman.
“Do not come.” Michaela tells her once again, her voice attractively low and hard, leaving no room for argument.
“I-” She feels her blush take over, spreading further, down her chest and to her ears. “What if I do?” She tries to challenge, though it gets lost somewhat in the slight breathiness of her tone, Michaela’s gentle kisses moving from the inside of one knee to the other.
“Then you will ruin my plans for you the rest of the night and we will not be able to do them. You do not want that do you?” Francesca shakes her head, her breathing becoming a fraction more erratic as she feels Michaela’s breath travel hotly against the inside of her thigh. “Then be a good girl and do not come.”
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