Page 36 of Living for Truth (Broken Shelves #2)

Morgan

I ’m equal parts proud and sad that I gave Hannah her first orgasm. She’s twenty-seven and was married for over seven years for God’s sake!

“Yeah, Butterfly. That was an orgasm. Want to have another one?”

She nods, so I reach over and grab a condom from the bedside table.

“I’m on birth control,” she blurts out, her cheeks flushing a deeper red. “And obviously I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year. I got checked at a doctor’s appointment to be sure, and the tests were clear so…”

Fuck.

“I haven’t been with anyone in six months, and I get checked after every partner. I’m good to go, too… Are you sure you’re okay without a condom?”

“I want to feel all of you, Morgan.” Again, her voice doesn’t waver.

I toss the condom unceremoniously to the floor and settle my hips between her glorious thighs. Feeling them wrap around my head will be ingrained into my psyche until the day I die. I could live and die there happily.

“I’m going to go slow, and if you feel at all like we need a little extra lube, you let me know okay? It’s totally normal to use lube,” I assure her, gripping the base of my cock and nestling the head at the entrance of her sex.

She nods, and I push the head in, the warmth of her pussy sending a shiver of need down my spine. The urge to drive into her hard and fast to get her off creeps into my head, but I push it away.

This isn’t a quick fuck.

I push in deeper, and despite her saying she doesn’t get wet, it’s easy to slide into her until my balls are flush to her ass, and she’s wiggling to adjust to me.

“How do you feel, Butterfly?” My voice is strained, every muscle in my body tense as I wait for her to be ready.

“So full. Fuck,” she moans.

I slowly pull out, leaving only the tip in before I thrust slowly back in, repeating the motion three more times.

“Morgan, please,” she cries, her hands gripping the comforter.

“What do you need, Hannah?”

“I don’t know! Just, more. ” She thrusts her hips up rapidly to try and get the friction she needs.

“Needy girl,” I tut, “fucking yourself on my cock. Such a pretty sight. Do you need me to go faster or harder, Butterfly?”

“Both!”

“I wanted to go slow.” I thrust hard and fast, loving the way her heavy tits bounce. “I wanted to take my time with you.” I thrust again. “I wanted to make love to you, Butterfly. But you want to be fucked hard, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she chants, clawing at my back. I’ll wear her scratch marks as a fucking badge of honor.

“Fuck, Hannah,” I groan, continuing to thrust hard and fast while gripping her perfect pink nipple between my teeth.

“Morgan! It’s happening again!” she screams, and I feel her pussy clench around me in a vice grip as she comes again.

“Hell yes, Butterfly. You take it so well. That’s it, I’m going to come, too, so if you want me to pull out tell me now,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

“Let me feel it, please,” Hannah moans, wrapping her legs around my waist as if that will keep me inside her.

As if I’d pull out after she begged so beautifully.

Two more thrusts, and my hips stutter as my balls tighten, and I fill her.

With no barrier between us, it doesn’t feel like a regular orgasm, it feels like we just joined parts of ourselves together forever.

I don’t want to leave her warmth, but my dick is softening, and we’re both sweaty, so once I’ve caught my breath, I gently pull out of her.

I stand to grab a washcloth, and as she sits up, a bit of my cum drips from her swollen pussy. My mind flashes with images of a pregnant Hannah, my ring on her finger, her belly round with my baby. My hindbrain grunts in approval, even as the logical part of me knows she doesn't want that.

I rush to wet the washcloth and clean her up as best I can in the moment, all while picturing a life with the woman in my bed.

I never really thought about having more kids—Aly is more than enough for me—but suddenly the urge to have a baby with Hannah, to tie her to me forever in that way, works its way up my throat, and I feel like an asshole.

“I’m going to get the shower started, Butterfly. Come join me when you’re ready.”

She nods, looking a little shy, and I can’t have that.

I stalk to the bed and tilt her chin to meet my eyes. “I’ve seen every inch of your magnificent body, and there’s not a single part I don’t like. Don’t get shy on me now.”

She nods again, letting me help her off the bed and to the bathroom where I turn on the shower.

My bathroom is one of the only parts of the house I had renovated. I wanted a big enough shower to fit two people, and there’s a bench along one wall. Two shower heads and a rain shower head mean you’re getting hit with warm water from every direction.

It’s one of my favorite places in the house.

I guide Hannah under the warm water, and she tilts her head back and lets it wet her hair. I grab a shampoo bottle and start washing her hair.

“This smells like my shampoo,” she mumbles as I massage her scalp. Once she’s rinsed, she opens her eyes and blinks as she sees the shower products lined on the shelf next to mine. She turns to me with a bewildered expression.

“I, uh… just picked the ones that smelled like you,” I admit, knowing that it sounds weird as hell.

“I—why?”

“Because I was being hopeful. I wanted you in my bed, in my shower. In my life. So I was manifesting as the kids say. I wanted to be ready in case we got to this point.”

Hannah gapes at me. “You weren’t just trying to be sexy when you said you’ve wanted me since I walked into your shop, were you?”

“No, Butterfly. I wasn’t.”

“So this whole time you’ve just been playing my boyfriend when really…”

“I’ve been trying to earn your trust. I know that asshat was—well—an asshat to you, and I wanted to show you how you should be treated. How someone who… wants every part of you would treat you.” How someone who loves you unconditionally would give you the whole world on a platter if you asked.

“Thank you, Morgan. For being patient with me while I realized what was right in front of me. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”

I pull her wet body into mine. “I would wait a thousand years for you, Butterfly.” I seal my promise with a kiss, one I hope conveys every emotion I’m too scared to say out loud to her.

When we finish our shower, I slip into some underwear and give her a pair of my boxers and a t-shirt so she doesn’t have to put on her dress.When she asks me if I’m taking her home, I give her my best get real look and motion for her to join me in my bed .

As I turn off the lights, the room is bathed in darkness. Hannah tries to keep her distance on the king-sized bed, but I pull her body flush against mine.

“Come to lunch at my parents’ tomorrow. Well, today, I guess. I want you to meet the rest of the family,” I whisper.

I expect her to decline or say it’s too soon, but she agrees.

I stay awake long enough to feel her breathing even out, and when I close my own eyes, I fall asleep immediately, feeling happier than I have in a really long fucking time.