Cake Love: All Things Payne(29)

Morgana winks at me while entering her room. As I enter mine I pull the adjoining door ajar and notice her adjoining door is still closed as I remove my jacket and tie.

I wait and wait but she never appears. Finally I knock on her adjoining door out of vexation. She opens and is standing there in nothing but her glasses. I don't know which I love more, the fact that she is naked or that she keeps those f*cking sexy ass glasses on.

"Finally, I thought you would never show," she states matter of fact and then turns. Her ass cheeks bounce as she makes her way back to her baby blue covered bed and sits on the edge.

"Why haven't you come over?" I refuse to move from my spot despite my dick begging to be near her.

She spreads her legs open and I watch awestruck as she takes her hand and dips it down into her *; her other hand kneading her breast. Morgana starts to moan and I can see her fingers begin to glisten.

Watching her is like witnessing art being made. She is hypnotically erotic while radiating beauty. I quickly remove my clothes never peeling my eyes from her.

As I move to stand in front of her holding the base of my cock her eyes lock onto my firm member as she licks her lips. My fingers curl into her hair and with a firm grasp I hold her head still before she has a chance to lick me.

"Paint me," I instruct and she moves her hand from her sex to stroke my cock and my hand falls away from her touch. It's smooth and warm and I need her to stop. She goes to remove her glasses but I stop her and shake my head.

"Play with yourself Morgana and suck me."

I witness her body shudder as her breath hitches. She lets go of my cock and replaces her hand between her thighs. Her other hand raises to guide my now throbbing dick to her lips. As her tongue tries to torture me by lightly flicking and licking I yank her head back.

"Suck it, now!" I demand.

She moans. Her mouth locks to my tip and in a swift move she pulls me inside. It's warm and she adds some suction while her tongue swirls around. In other words it's heaven.

As I start to gyrate into her sweet mouth I grab her hand from around my dick and push it back until she is cupping my balls. It feels good but it isn't enough. I guide her further until she is at my tight little entrance.

She instantly understands my need and I feel the tip of her finger start to wiggle inside.

"That's it Morgana. Nice and deep for me. I want to come hard in your mouth."

Looking down I watch my thick shaft that's coated in the wetness of her mouth disappear between her lips. Her muffled moans are sending vibrations through me. God she’s good at this.

Morgana gazes up to me and in that moment I float away. Her eyes sparkle as if willing to endure whatever I have to give her because she craves it. Her stifled cries and caresses are too much and I know I will come soon.

"Fuck, Morgana I think I'm going to come."

Right after I feel her shiver as her eyes close. Her moans grow intense along with the slick sounds from her mouth. She is in the throes of her climax and it is breathtaking to witness.

My balls tighten as my cock swells and I release everything I have in her willing mouth. Her hand comes up from between her legs as she pulls the last of my orgasm from me. My grip loosens from her hair as my head bows.

When my breath comes back to me and I finally come down off my high I kneel between her legs. Bringing my hand up I finally remove her glasses and place them on the bed beside us. We wrap our arms around each other and I bury my head into her stomach. This feels good, so right.

Listening to the muffled tune of heartbeat and grumbling of her stomach I shudder at the gentle caress of her hands going through my hair.

"You never told me about your scars, Henrik."

That was a bit on purpose. We fell asleep the other night and by the time we woke the next day, she had forgotten so I conveniently did too. It's not that they are from some dark secret that haunts me and she will run for the hills when she hears how I got them. I guess I am just not used to opening up. When I do that, people, especially the women in my life, tend to use the information against me. I have a feeling Morgana isn't like that, but it still is not an easy habit to break.

"Fine. I did promise you. Let me get off the floor first."

I stand and before I get into bed with her an idea pops into my head. I hold up a finger.

"Wait a minute. Let me get something from my room and I will be right back."

Confusion is written all over her face but she nods and gets up to go into the bathroom. I grab her glasses and place them on the small round table by the adjoining doors and head back into my room. Going to the closet I pick up what I need and after a minute I am back in the bed beside Morgana as she rests in the middle. I sit up on my knees next to her.

"Morgana, I am going to tell you everything, but in order to do that I am going to have to tie you up. Just your hands as this isn't a four poster bed so I have to make do. Then after I inform you about each major event in my life I am going to play a little with you using this."

I reach into the white plastic bag in my hand and pull out a very pink vibrator with clit tickler and a matching butt plug.

"Potatoes," she yells, her eyes growing large.

I can't help but laugh. This woman has no trouble with expressing her feelings on things, even if it scares her. I dig deeper in the bag and pull out a tube of lubrication.

"Don't worry, the big one is for your vagina and the small one is for you sweet ass. We can take it slow."