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Warning: This episode includes sex and is not appropriate for
children under 18
"Don't
have one of those, I'm afraid."
"Hammock?"
He
shook his head.
"I
don't fancy a cold, stone floor much."
"Nor
do I. I think I'd shrivel up to nothing."
Tanya
giggled, rubbing her hand playfully against him. "I don't think
that's possible."
"Don't
much want to find out which of us is right."
"No,
I can't say I do either."
"Well,
one thing we haven't done is make love in motion."
Tanya
looked at him as if he were crazy. "What?"
Morgan
kissed her, drawing her close as he rubbed up against her. He touched
the sweet spot along her spine and got her ready for him. He sat up,
leaning all the way over to the side of the bed and picked up a small
remote. He gestured for her to straddle him as he leaned back on
mountain of colored pillows.
Tanya
crawled over, kissing his chest and down to his abdomen. Her lips and
tongue played along his well toned abs, flicking out to tickle his
skin. He moaned as she lowered herself over him. With an effort, he
scrambled for the remote, which he had managed to drop. With a slight
jerk, the bed began to rotate slowly, and vibrate. The sound of the
vibration traveled down her spine, lingering in the sweet spot, as
his fingers played with her breasts and caressed her belly.
Tanya
pulled him down until she was lying beneath him, wrapping her legs
around him. He felt the extra pressure, as she clamped down on him.
He moaned, knowing if she continued like that, he wouldn't last long.
He tried to wiggle free, but she was unrelenting, so he gave in to
the inexorable force that bore down upon him. His movement hampered,
he ground his hips against hers and watched her expression change as
he hit the right spot. She eased up on him a little then, allowing
him to move more freely, smoothly.
Wave
after undulating, tantalizing wave hit her, shuddering from her head
to her toes. Biting her lip, she tried not to scream, but she
couldn't help it. Tanya still felt that screaming during sex was a
little embarrassing. She wasn't one who liked to lose control, but
Morgan brought her to it again and again as they climaxed. His groans
were nearly as loud as her screams, when they reached their final
peak, falling limply to the bed. Tanya couldn't even speak, all she
could do was gasp for breath and giggle. Morgan kissed her over and
over, chuckling deep in his chest.
"God
that was great!" he panted, sliding over on the bed, tangling
his legs with hers.
"Yes!"
It was the only word she could force out between tortured breaths.
"I'm not...in good enough...shape!" she gasped.
"We'll
just work out more often," his lips brushed her cheek and down
her neck.
"Can't
now, I'm just too.... Whew!"
"Me
too. I don't think we could top that right now anyway, and I hate
disappointment."
"Silly,"
she swatted him with a pillow. "I need a shower and some
breakfast," she grinned. "What are we having today?"
"I
don't know," he answered. "I have absolutely no food in the
house at all. Literally nothing, not even bottled water."
"Then
we need to go to the store."
"Or
we can go to Molly's for breakfast."
"They
do breakfast? I thought they just did lunch and dinner."
"Only
for special customers. She and her husband live at the back. She
invited us yesterday, I just forgot to mention it to you. But we'll
be late if we fool around anymore. Molly hates it when people are
late."
"I
don't imagine she's very nice about it, either."
"Molly?
She's a peach, always a kind word for everyone. Never out of temper,
that girl."
"We're
talking about Molly? Your sister?"
He
winked. "No, a fictitious Molly who is never bad tempered and
always serene. Not my sister."
"What
was she like as a child?"
He
chuckled and his eyes took on a faraway look. "I was in
kindergarten and Molly was in sixth. It was a rural area, so everyone
from kindergarten through sixth went to the same school. So we were
out on the playground at recess and this huge kid came up to me. So
there's little, bitty Morgan, about the size of a preschooler and
then there's this hulking brute who decided to pick on the smart,
scrawny kid.
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