The Best Medicine by Dellani Oakes – Part 11

Content Warning: This episode includes sex and is not appropriate for children under 18

Tanya decides to throw caution to the wind, and invites Morgan to stay – in a certain capacity.

She nodded, suddenly getting cold feet.

"Still not too late to say no," he told her again.

Nodding silently, she lowered herself over him, sighing as he entered her more deeply than she had anticipated. He and her husband were not built on the same scale. She appreciated the finer points of the male anatomy more than ever before.

He held her still against him as she got used to him, then started moving his hips slowly beneath her. After a few hesitant movements, she realized how she needed to move to maximize her pleasure and did so with abandon. Soon, their combined moans echoed through the house, a cacophony of delight. Unexpectedly, he rolled her onto her back, diving deeply into her, over and over. They climaxed together, moaning loudly. With her final spasm of delight, Tanya screamed long and loudly, clutching his hips to hers. Laughing tiredly, they collapsed on the bed, legs and arms entwined. Morgan touched her cheek tenderly, moving a tendril of hair from the corner of her lips. His eyes sparkled happily as he tried to catch his breath. Tanya lay next to him, playing with the hair on his chest, gazing into his dark blue eyes.

"That was fantastic!" She sighed contentedly, stretching, catlike, arms over her head.

Morgan ran his fingers down her back, finding the spot that made her shiver again. He kissed her breasts and played with her hair.

"Amazing...even better than I imagined it could be," he kissed her again. "I could do that again and again, and never get enough."

"Me too," she smiled, feeling a blush rise in her cheeks.

"Why are you blushing?" He laughed softly, touching her cheek tenderly. "It's a little late for that. Embarrassment isn't supposed to happen at this point. Right now, you are supposed to bask in the afterglow, and think about how long you can actually wait before you simply have to do it again. But I'll understand if you say no."

"It's too late to say no," she whispered, kissing him tenderly. "And I don't want to say no. I want to keep saying yes, yes, yes! all night long."

"I can work with that." He laughed, kissing her breasts and running his fingers down her spine. "How many condoms are in that box?" He grinned up from between her breasts and she felt him getting firm again.

"Nine more," she giggled.

"Wonderful!" He hopped up suddenly, looking around expectantly. "Where's the bathroom?"

She pointed to his left and he went in, shutting the door behind him. She heard water run in the sink and the toilet flush and he came back out.

"I need to pee," she said a little sheepishly, brushing self-consciously past him.

"I'll wait," he said smugly. "Over there," he pointed to the bed.

She went in the bathroom and opened the cabinet, taking out the birth control pills she'd continued to take, even after her divorce. Probably force of habit than anything else. She really did need to pee, so did that, too. As she washed her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked ten years younger and completely relaxed for the first time in years.

"Thank you," she whispered to no one in particular. "No matter what happens tomorrow, thank you for today." She dried her hands and walked into the bedroom.

Morgan had climbed under the covers and dimmed the lights to a gentle, romantic glow. He flipped the blankets back for her and she climbed in beside him, feeling the chill in the room for the first time. He cuddled up next to her, rubbing her arms and back to warm her. Soon, the touch turned more seductive, and he kissed her.

Their initial desire for one another sated, they made love slowly and softly. He explored her body with his hands, memorizing what she liked best. Her heart fluttered with anticipation, knowing that somehow he would make it even better than the first time. When at last they reached their climax, he withdrew almost completely, dropping rapidly into her, bringing her to heights she had never reached before in her entire adult life.

This time, she didn't scream, she didn't have the breath for it. He had stolen it, as effectively as he had her inhibitions. She gasped, clutching him to her as wave after wave hit her, undulating from their joined hips, to the tips of her toes and the top of her head. Clinging to his muscular back, she shivered and dragged her fingers down his spine. Morgan groaned with desire, pulling her to him once more, grinding against her as he went as deeply as he could. She had thought she'd finished, but another orgasm shook her body, and she moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around him so he could hardly move.

"Just stay right there," she gasped. "Don't move, just press right—there!"

She screamed again as he moaned with pleasure. This time it was over. Too spent to move, she lay weakly on the bed, his weight on top of her. He rolled off, pulling her onto her side.

"I—I...can't...."

Morgan's lips brushed hers and she caught her breath enough to kiss him.

"Oh, God!"

"Damn!" he chuckled softly, panting a little.

They had no way to describe the sensations they had shared. He helped her up and together they went to the bathroom for a much needed shower. They enjoyed the hot water stinging against their sweaty skin.

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