All in Time by Ciana Stone Page B

Who knew? But he was right. They did seem to have been handed a moment where the rest of the world was on hold, and only the two of them were left to experience this standstill. Who knew what would happen in the next moment? If she failed to protect him then it wouldn’t matter anyway.
    Suddenly she wanted time to stay on hold, wanted the moment to be theirs alone. If it was to be one of their last, she wanted it to count.
    Without another word she let him pull her down on the bed. He spooned his body around hers, moving her long hair to one side to kiss her shoulder. His hand stroked her thigh and moved up along the curve of her hip.
    Sara felt his cock stiff and hot against her lower back and reached around to position it between her legs, feeling the hard length of it from clit to anus as she wiggled back against him. His arms moved around her, hands cupping her breasts and gently thumbing her hard nipples through the blouse and bra. Even through the layers of material the feeling was electric. She wondered if his excitement could equal half of what she felt.
     
    Morgan’s excitement was churning like liquid fire. The feel of her firm ass moving in circles, her thighs squeezing his dick and the warm, moist softness of her pussy pressed against the length of him brought old fantasies to life. The line between reality and fantasy blurred.
    He realized that he was grinding against her, pressing firmer against her silky sex, sliding along the cleft of her ass and pussy as she clamped around him. She reached up and gently moved his hands from her breasts, over her abdomen, and down over the slight swell to her mound.
    She was so warm, so soft. His hand moved in small circles, down her wet slit and back up to her clit, feeling the wetness beginning to slick his fingers. A throaty moan escaped her lips as he stroked the swelling nub. Her hips rocked more forcefully, sliding over his dick.
    He moved his fingers down, spreading her labia, pressing into her pussy. She gave another slight moan as he stroked her slowly. Just as he felt a tremor begin in her body, she pulled his hand up to her face, sucking his finger into her mouth.
    He nearly came when she murmured “mmmm” against his fingers. He moved his hand back down her body, grazing her clit. She arched against him, pressing against his fingers. His free hand played with one nipple through the material covering it.
    “I need it off,” she whispered, reaching for the buttons of her blouse. He released her long enough for her to strip off the blouse and lacy bra. She pushed him onto his back and climbed atop him, her ass resting just below his dick, which stood up straight in front of her pussy.
    Morgan couldn’t prevent his body from arching when she reached down and fisted his cock. She rose on her knees, rubbing the head against her pussy, creating a burn that ran down his length into his balls.
    Watching her was a fantasy come to life. It was more than sex. That realization nearly overwhelmed him.
    “Tell me what you want,” she whispered huskily, continuing to rub the head of his dick up and down her sex. “Your most secret fantasy. Let me be that for you, Morgan.”
    For a moment he was frozen. There was no doubt in his mind that she loved him or that he loved her. But he’d never shared a fantasy with anyone. And his fantasies all involved a woman who looked just like her. He hesitated.
    “It’s okay,” she assured him in a sexy whisper than danced along his nerves like a drug. “Anything you want.”
    That last sentence seemed to echo in his mind, making his balls ache with desire.
    “I want to…own you,” he replied, barely recognizing his own voice, it was so rough with need.
     
    His words sparked a new kind of thrill inside her. She’d asked to fulfill his fantasy, but his reply was a promise of the fulfillment of her own. She’d never admitted it to anyone. Never attempted to act it out with a man. But inside, she knew. She wanted to be