"That's it Morgana. Nice and deep for me. I want to come hard in your mouth."
Looking down I watch my thick shaft that's coated in the wetness of her mouth disappear between her lips. Her muffled moans are sending vibrations through me. God she’s good at this.
Morgana gazes up to me and in that moment I float away. Her eyes sparkle as if willing to endure whatever I have to give her because she craves it. Her stifled cries and caresses are too much and I know I will come soon.
"Fuck, Morgana I think I'm going to come."
Right after I feel her shiver as her eyes close. Her moans grow intense along with the slick sounds from her mouth. She is in the throes of her climax and it is breathtaking to witness.
My balls tighten as my cock swells and I release everything I have in her willing mouth. Her hand comes up from between her legs as she pulls the last of my orgasm from me. My grip loosens from her hair as my head bows.
When my breath comes back to me and I finally come down off my high I kneel between her legs. Bringing my hand up I finally remove her glasses and place them on the bed beside us. We wrap our arms around each other and I bury my head into her stomach. This feels good, so right.
Listening to the muffled tune of heartbeat and grumbling of her stomach I shudder at the gentle caress of her hands going through my hair.
"You never told me about your scars, Henrik."
That was a bit on purpose. We fell asleep the other night and by the time we woke the next day, she had forgotten so I conveniently did too. It's not that they are from some dark secret that haunts me and she will run for the hills when she hears how I got them. I guess I am just not used to opening up. When I do that, people, especially the women in my life, tend to use the information against me. I have a feeling Morgana isn't like that, but it still is not an easy habit to break.
"Fine. I did promise you. Let me get off the floor first."
I stand and before I get into bed with her an idea pops into my head. I hold up a finger.
"Wait a minute. Let me get something from my room and I will be right back."
Confusion is written all over her face but she nods and gets up to go into the bathroom. I grab her glasses and place them on the small round table by the adjoining doors and head back into my room. Going to the closet I pick up what I need and after a minute I am back in the bed beside Morgana as she rests in the middle. I sit up on my knees next to her.
"Morgana, I am going to tell you everything, but in order to do that I am going to have to tie you up. Just your hands as this isn't a four poster bed so I have to make do. Then after I inform you about each major event in my life I am going to play a little with you using this."
I reach into the white plastic bag in my hand and pull out a very pink vibrator with clit tickler and a matching butt plug.
"Potatoes," she yells, her eyes growing large.
I can't help but laugh. This woman has no trouble with expressing her feelings on things, even if it scares her. I dig deeper in the bag and pull out a tube of lubrication.
"Don't worry, the big one is for your vagina and the small one is for you sweet ass. We can take it slow."
She nods but I know she is still a bit nervous. I take one of my ties I grabbed from my closet and start to secure her wrist to the bed. Then I proceed to the other wrist.
"Don't tell me you never used a vibrator before?"
"Yeah, I have James at home but he is rather simple compared to that pink thing."
"James? You named your vibrator James?"
"Yeah, after the actor, James..."
I hold up my hand to stop her and shake my head.
"Wait, don't tell me. I really don't want to know that you fantasize about anyone but me."
Her lips curl into a wicked grin as her tongue darts out to play with her upper lip.
"Well, I haven't thought about that actor in many months, so I should really rename him Henrik because that's what I yell out with him."
I trail my finger over her mouth and can already feel my cock coming back to life after the epic orgasm she sucked from me.
"Good girl. Now let’s start playing. You wanted to know how I got the scars. Well, about nine years ago I was in a drunk driving accident. I slammed my car into a tree. I had fractured ribs, a punctured lung, whiplash, and both legs were broken so severely that when they healed I had to learn to walk again. The scars I don't care about, it's what they represent that I don't want to see. So, I got the tattoos to camouflage them."
"Does that work? Do you look at your chest and forget that the accident took place?" Morgana asks but I just smirk at her.
"Oh no Sweetcakes, no more questions until I have a little fun with you."
I previously added the batteries so I flip on the vibrator and circle it around her already sodden *. Morgana squirms and almost jumps from the first touch.