"Just open the fucking door. Despite my better judgment I want to make sure you don't throw up in your sleep and kill yourself. But keep pushing it Henrik and I will be more than happy to sleep in my own bed leaving you only with luck to keep you alive."
I fumble with the plastic key and push open the door. She barges past me and heads straight for the mini bar. I walk into the bedroom which looks as if Jane Austen threw up cream wainscoting and then shit little flower patterned pillows all over the room. Peeling off my clothes I leave a trail on the thick blue and gold wool carpeting until I am just in my black boxer briefs. Suddenly there is a sharp coldness hitting my back causing me to jump.
"Here drink these." Morgana pushes a water bottle and a coconut water into my hands.
"Ugh, coconut water. Are you trying to make me hurl?"
Her eyes are trailing my body which is causing my cock to come to life. I love it when she looks at me like that, as if I'm her cake.
"Just drink it. Trust me it will keep the hangover away."
I take the bottles and start to guzzle the water but keep my eyes on her. Morgana walks over to an overstuffed large floral patterned chair in the corner and sits. Tossing the now empty plastic water bottle away with a burp I peel off the tab to the coconut water and place it on the side table.
Staring at Morgana I want to tell her how I feel. My body needs to curl up next to her on that chair which looks like it belongs in my dead Grandmother’s basement and not a five star hotel. Perhaps it’s the scotch talking, but I want to hear her heartbeat in my ear and just sniff her like a dog in heat. Yeah, it’s the alcohol talking.
Heading over to her I kneel directly in front of Morgana. Pushing open her legs I scoot closer and brush my hands along her thighs.
"I don't beg Morgana. But I will apologize for my crass words tonight."
I lean into the inner part of her mid-thigh and give a little kiss. She inhales deeply and I return the favor to her other leg.
"Apology accepted. You’re drunk, so I understand the verbal diarrhea. But it doesn't mean anything is happening tonight. You have been drinking and I don't want to take advantage of you."
My lips curl into her silky skin as my teeth give a little bite. She jolts and then shudders as a tiny squeak escapes her lips.
"But I like it when you take advantage of me. To make up for not answering your question yesterday how about this, for every question you ask me and I answer, I am allowed to spend thirty seconds fucking you with my tongue."
Her tongue darts across her robust lip as a moan escapes her mouth. The woman can easily be swayed. Put a slice of cake in front of her or my tongue, and she caves. She won't admit it but Morgana loves when I tell her what I plan on doing to her.
My thumb creeps inside her slick folds and moves back and forth in a mild rhythm. I smile as I notice she never put back on her panties from the plane ride. Her mouth falls open as her eyes darken for me. She is perfect like this. I have been attracted to other women before but Morgana has them dissolve before my eyes.
I pull my thumb away and bring it to her lips. Her tongue darts out guiding it inside and it's the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Me and her combined in her mouth, drinking in our heat. I can't stop myself when I bring my lips to meet hers. Removing my thumb I grasp her chin to tilt her head to meet me. My mouth overtakes her and I am savage in my need. Synapses are exploding and the more my tongue dances with hers the more it craves. Her mouth tastes of honey and lemons. That sweetness combines with the heady scent of her and I know I'm drunk again.
My lips move to her neck to sample more as my hands dig into her thighs causing her to moan from the pain.
"You kissed me before my orgasm. Why the change?" Her voice is husky as I feel the vibration in her neck.
I pull away and look at her half hooded eyes.
"Fuck that rule. That rule gets in the way of being with you. I only want to be with you Morgana. I want to taste you and tease you. I want to hear you laugh and then make you moan. I want to fuck you and then cradle you in my arms. But most of all, I just want to be near you."
Her eyes go wide and a hint of a smile manipulates her lips.
"I believe that answer earned you a full minute Henrik."
My hands push her knees wide so she is spread before me. She is teasing me with her fingernail. Her head falls to the side as her finger sends shivers up my arm as she traces a path along my wrist.
Watching her and having gotten to know her these many months I realize this woman is made for me. Why did I fight it for so long? My cock twitches to remind me that I need to get to work.
I lower myself and bring my lips to the apex of her thighs. She is soaked and my tongue darts out to take a taste. Her legs start to come together but I push them back. Focusing my attention back on her sex, I lick at the soft walls of her entrance.