wrapped her hands around my arms and in that moment, she had never
looked so beautiful.
“I love you, Morgan Lane, more than I could ever love anyone
else,” I whispered, mentally capturing this time with her, vowing never to
forget the way I feel.
“I love you too, Drake…you are my heart, my home. Let me be
your home,” she whispered back.
“You are my home, my future, my everything,” I replied as I
slowly covered her beautiful face with feather light kisses.
After a while in our slow, gentle rhythm, I felt Morgan’s
walls tightening around me as her breathing picked up. Her hips sped up as she
milked my cock and she screamed my name as I felt her orgasm tear through her
body. I lowered my mouth to one of her tits, rolling her sweet nipple around my
tongue while I continued to pump harder and faster into her before I found my
own release.
Lightly panting, I rolled onto my back and wrapped my arms
around her, as Morgan found her comfy place, resting her head on my chest,
laying her arm across my waist. When her breathing slowed, and I was sure she
was asleep, I gently kissed the top of her head as I reached for my phone on
the bedside table. Morgan stirred slightly, but quickly settled again and I
extended my hand outward, phone in hand, camera on. I took a deep breath, then
smiled my most content happy smile, as I captured the moment. When I checked my
phone to make sure I hadn’t accidentally cut one of our heads off, I noticed
that in her sleep Morgan had the most beautifully peaceful smile on her face as
well. I make her just as happy as she makes me. I vowed in that moment to
always put Morgan first, no matter what. There is no way I’ll ever let that
peace and happiness leave her face. I’m sure that right now it has, but I’m
keeping my vow to put her first. Someday soon hopefully, I can be the person to
return the smile to her face.
Chapter 6
Morgan
“You’ve been home for a week now, Morgie, it’s time you left
your apartment and had some fun. Come on, let’s go out tonight and celebrate
your new job. You only have a few days left of freedom before you once again
have to join the good old American workforce!” Amanda squeals into my ear. I
have just come back from my run and her call catches me just as I was getting
out of the shower.
“Perfect timing girl, I just got out of the shower and could
use a little dinner. I’ll pick the entertainment. Why don’t you head over to my
place then we’ll jump in a cab together?” I say as I run a comb through my long
wet locks, and put a little moisturizer on.
“A cab? I don’t mind being the designated driver if you want
to get your drink on, Morgan.”
“Well, I could use a drink or two, but where we’re going you
don’t want to drive. Trust me,” I giggle before hanging up. By the time Amanda
arrives, I’ve dried my hair and flat-ironed out the frizz, thrown on my
favorite go-to skinny jeans, a black V-neck sweater, and some black Chuck
Taylors.
“Am I overdressed? I thought we were going out for dinner
and cocktails!” Amanda asks as she shows up wearing one of her favorite
clubbing outfits. Her vintage Stones t-shirt she stole from her dad that he got
at their concert in ‘79 will do just great, but the black leather mini skirt
and spike ankle booties might not be very practical for what I had in mind.
“Your shirt is perfect for what we’re doing, but why don’t
you come to my room with me and let me find you something more suitable to wear?”
I say as I grab Amanda’s hand and pull her into my bedroom. I grab another pair
of dark skinny jeans that I paid far too much to have holes already worn into,
and a pair of Frye calf-length biker boots. “That should be more comfortable,
what are you in the mood for food wise? I’m starving!” I say as we head out the
door.
Amanda and I walk to the corner of my block and grab some
veggie wraps and baba ghanoush from a little café before hailing a cab and
heading downtown
looked so beautiful.
“I love you, Morgan Lane, more than I could ever love anyone
else,” I whispered, mentally capturing this time with her, vowing never to
forget the way I feel.
“I love you too, Drake…you are my heart, my home. Let me be
your home,” she whispered back.
“You are my home, my future, my everything,” I replied as I
slowly covered her beautiful face with feather light kisses.
After a while in our slow, gentle rhythm, I felt Morgan’s
walls tightening around me as her breathing picked up. Her hips sped up as she
milked my cock and she screamed my name as I felt her orgasm tear through her
body. I lowered my mouth to one of her tits, rolling her sweet nipple around my
tongue while I continued to pump harder and faster into her before I found my
own release.
Lightly panting, I rolled onto my back and wrapped my arms
around her, as Morgan found her comfy place, resting her head on my chest,
laying her arm across my waist. When her breathing slowed, and I was sure she
was asleep, I gently kissed the top of her head as I reached for my phone on
the bedside table. Morgan stirred slightly, but quickly settled again and I
extended my hand outward, phone in hand, camera on. I took a deep breath, then
smiled my most content happy smile, as I captured the moment. When I checked my
phone to make sure I hadn’t accidentally cut one of our heads off, I noticed
that in her sleep Morgan had the most beautifully peaceful smile on her face as
well. I make her just as happy as she makes me. I vowed in that moment to
always put Morgan first, no matter what. There is no way I’ll ever let that
peace and happiness leave her face. I’m sure that right now it has, but I’m
keeping my vow to put her first. Someday soon hopefully, I can be the person to
return the smile to her face.
Chapter 6
Morgan
“You’ve been home for a week now, Morgie, it’s time you left
your apartment and had some fun. Come on, let’s go out tonight and celebrate
your new job. You only have a few days left of freedom before you once again
have to join the good old American workforce!” Amanda squeals into my ear. I
have just come back from my run and her call catches me just as I was getting
out of the shower.
“Perfect timing girl, I just got out of the shower and could
use a little dinner. I’ll pick the entertainment. Why don’t you head over to my
place then we’ll jump in a cab together?” I say as I run a comb through my long
wet locks, and put a little moisturizer on.
“A cab? I don’t mind being the designated driver if you want
to get your drink on, Morgan.”
“Well, I could use a drink or two, but where we’re going you
don’t want to drive. Trust me,” I giggle before hanging up. By the time Amanda
arrives, I’ve dried my hair and flat-ironed out the frizz, thrown on my
favorite go-to skinny jeans, a black V-neck sweater, and some black Chuck
Taylors.
“Am I overdressed? I thought we were going out for dinner
and cocktails!” Amanda asks as she shows up wearing one of her favorite
clubbing outfits. Her vintage Stones t-shirt she stole from her dad that he got
at their concert in ‘79 will do just great, but the black leather mini skirt
and spike ankle booties might not be very practical for what I had in mind.
“Your shirt is perfect for what we’re doing, but why don’t
you come to my room with me and let me find you something more suitable to wear?”
I say as I grab Amanda’s hand and pull her into my bedroom. I grab another pair
of dark skinny jeans that I paid far too much to have holes already worn into,
and a pair of Frye calf-length biker boots. “That should be more comfortable,
what are you in the mood for food wise? I’m starving!” I say as we head out the
door.
Amanda and I walk to the corner of my block and grab some
veggie wraps and baba ghanoush from a little café before hailing a cab and
heading downtown
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