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Alex chuckled, as she unzipped her trousers and let them fall to the floor, kicking them away as she stepped forward. “I knew it, the moment we met. I had this feeling that you were quite the naughty one.” She ended on a whisper against Morgan’s ear. Her tongue slicked around the shell, and Morgan’s knees almost gave way.

“Are you wet, Doctor?”

The use of her professional title threw her for a moment, but the next strike quickly brought her to her senses. “Yes, yes,I’m—” She gulped and tried to think, but her mind was quiet. She couldn’t focus on anything, nor did she want to. There was a calmness she was sinking into.

“Say it.” Another smack of her flesh almost made her come, or was it the way in which Alex was speaking, taking charge, demanding of her?

“I’m wet,” she forced out, gripping harder on the bedframe.

“Wet for who?” Alex asked. Her underwear, already soaked, joined the rest of her clothing on the floor.

Morgan’s head dropped as one more smack against her backside caught her off guard.

“You,” she whispered.

A naked arm slid around her waist from behind, and she felt the warm, nakedness of hard nipples pressed against her back, a knee thrust in between her legs, snuggly pressing against her backside. Alex rested her chin on Morgan’s shoulder.

“I want you to come. I want that for you, but only when I allow it, alright? If you come before I say so, there will be a punishment.” Alex’s breath quickened along with Morgan’s.

“I won’t, I won’t…until…”

The arm around her waist tightened, and she mewled with the words “Good girl” whispered in her ear.

“Such a good girl,” Alex repeated as her other hand moved around and teased Morgan’s folds. Stroking her, spreading her wetness for so long that Morgan thought she’d never be allowed to come.

Her head fell back against Alex’s shoulder when Alex dragged a finger along her slit. Cool air hit her clit when Alexfinally parted her and delved between. A feeling of complete ecstasy when the intruding digit moved and began to manipulate her clitoris with expert handling. Pinching and rubbing indiscriminately, until finally, the fog of almost delirious pleasure cleared enough for Morgan to understand that there was a rhythm, her climax building and falling, building and falling.

Her body was an instrument, and Alex was playing her.

Morgan’s fingers turned white, her hips pressing to meet the touch. Uncontrollable whimpers escaped her mouth before she could even think.

“You can’t, not yet,” Alex said, as though reading her mind again. “Ritardando,” she whispered, decreasing her speed before bringing her touch to a virtual stop. “Lento.”

“Please,” Morgan pleaded unabashedly. Where had that come from, an urge to beg and plead? She’d never felt anything like this. They hadn’t even kissed and yet, Alex was knuckle deep inside of her, dictating if and when she could come.

“I like that.” Alex smiled and rewarded her. “Andante.” Her fingers began to move again, the tempo increasing to hold Morgan in a sense of more but not enough.

Pressing her hips forward, her legs feeling weaker, arms aching as every sinew stretched and tired, she begged, “Please, Alex, I need—”

“Accelerando.”

The word whispered that way was erotic, but the gradual increase of pressure and speed that accompanied it felt out of this world.

The pressure between Morgan’s legs intensified, her clit swelling with every movement as Alex’s palm hit against it. “Please, I just want to— Please.”

Alex’s arm that had at some point eased around her waist, tightened again, holding Morgan against her nakedness, fingers speeding up.

“Allegro. Allegro,” Alex said before she whispered once more, and Morgan finally understood the random Italian words. “Now, crescendo.”

Morgan had never lost control of herself like that, her bones liquifying, muscles collapsing, her nerve endings on fire as everything she’d been fighting for and had been held back from achieving, surged. All of it, all at once, pulsing through her until all that was holding her up was Alex’s arm around her waist. It took a moment to realise that Alex had loosened the belt, and Morgan’s arms dropped by her side. Her body collapsed, spent.

When she came to, she found herself on the bed. Rolling to one side, she acknowledged the nakedness beside her against her skin, and she enjoyed the comfort of it. Fingers dragged through her hair slowly, reverently. She was being held, embraced, and it felt wonderful.

“You didn’t even kiss me,” she said quietly, still trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Alex chuckled. “Is that so?”

“Hm, I’ve never come without kissing before.” Morgan smiled and levered herself up onto her elbow. “Don’t you like kissing?”