Cake Love: All Things Payne(27)

Heading over to her I kneel directly in front of Morgana. Pushing open her legs I scoot closer and brush my hands along her thighs.

"I don't beg Morgana. But I will apologize for my crass words tonight."

I lean into the inner part of her mid-thigh and give a little kiss. She inhales deeply and I return the favor to her other leg.

"Apology accepted. You’re drunk, so I understand the verbal diarrhea. But it doesn't mean anything is happening tonight. You have been drinking and I don't want to take advantage of you."

My lips curl into her silky skin as my teeth give a little bite. She jolts and then shudders as a tiny squeak escapes her lips.

"But I like it when you take advantage of me. To make up for not answering your question yesterday how about this, for every question you ask me and I answer, I am allowed to spend thirty seconds f*cking you with my tongue."

Her tongue darts across her robust lip as a moan escapes her mouth. The woman can easily be swayed. Put a slice of cake in front of her or my tongue, and she caves. She won't admit it but Morgana loves when I tell her what I plan on doing to her.

My thumb creeps inside her slick folds and moves back and forth in a mild rhythm. I smile as I notice she never put back on her panties from the plane ride. Her mouth falls open as her eyes darken for me. She is perfect like this. I have been attracted to other women before but Morgana has them dissolve before my eyes.

I pull my thumb away and bring it to her lips. Her tongue darts out guiding it inside and it's the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Me and her combined in her mouth, drinking in our heat. I can't stop myself when I bring my lips to meet hers. Removing my thumb I grasp her chin to tilt her head to meet me. My mouth overtakes her and I am savage in my need. Synapses are exploding and the more my tongue dances with hers the more it craves. Her mouth tastes of honey and lemons. That sweetness combines with the heady scent of her and I know I'm drunk again.

My lips move to her neck to sample more as my hands dig into her thighs causing her to moan from the pain.

"You kissed me before my orgasm. Why the change?" Her voice is husky as I feel the vibration in her neck.

I pull away and look at her half hooded eyes.

"Fuck that rule. That rule gets in the way of being with you. I only want to be with you Morgana. I want to taste you and tease you. I want to hear you laugh and then make you moan. I want to f*ck you and then cradle you in my arms. But most of all, I just want to be near you."

Her eyes go wide and a hint of a smile manipulates her lips.

"I believe that answer earned you a full minute Henrik."

My hands push her knees wide so she is spread before me. She is teasing me with her fingernail. Her head falls to the side as her finger sends shivers up my arm as she traces a path along my wrist.

Watching her and having gotten to know her these many months I realize this woman is made for me. Why did I fight it for so long? My cock twitches to remind me that I need to get to work.

I lower myself and bring my lips to the apex of her thighs. She is soaked and my tongue darts out to take a taste. Her legs start to come together but I push them back. Focusing my attention back on her sex, I lick at the soft walls of her entrance.

Taking my time with my tongue I delicately trace around her clit and notice her starting to push into me. I can't help but smile as I tease her. Morgana groans and tries to push my finger over her stiff nub. I straighten and grab her hand placing it on the arm rest.

"Times up," I announce trying hard not to laugh as I watch the irritation play in her eyes.

"Oh...uh...how did you get those scars?" The question tumbles out of her mouth and for a moment I am shocked. I've forgotten about them and realize no one has seen me without a shirt on in over a year, until her. It's not something I talk about.

Morgana must see the surprise in my eyes as she sits up and cradles my neck with her hand.

"It's alright; you don't have to talk about it. I promise you can still go down on me for as long as you want without answering the question."

Brushing my lips over her mouth I push further with a long, slow kiss. When I pull back I can see more than just lust in her gaze.

"I'll tell you later. Let me finish what I started first."

I bring my forehead to hers and we still for a moment as I try to memorize this moment. She is mine. I can't let her go, not even for a job. If I lose my position with Mimir for this, then so be it.

I kiss her forehead and breathe her in before I pull back to gaze upon the woman of my dreams. My head dips to her thighs and I give a small kiss to her knees before looking back up at her.

"Each tremble you make Morgana is for me. When you moan and your body twitches from my touch it is just your body's release of the intense pleasure I give you."

As my tongue returns to her drenched lips she moans and her back bows as my fingers move inside her. My eyes flick up to watch Morgana’s head fall back. Her scent fills me and I can’t seem to get enough of her. I groan as she trembles and her fingers curl into my hair pulling me closer.

“Henrik,” she whimpers as she raises her head and I notice her eyes are almost black from her dilated pupils. My touch becomes more urgent as she begins to ungulate toward me. Time isn't needed with her as her release is quick but powerful. I slow down my movements and watch her head fall back as she pulses around my fingers; her desire running down my hand.