Free All in Time by Ciana Stone Page A

the desire her touch evoked in him.
    “Sara,” his voice took on a more urgent tone.
    “Mr. Nicholaus?” A voice behind them had them both bolting up straight like kids caught raiding the cookie jar.
    “Excuse me, sir,” the attendant kept her eyes averted, “but it’s time to buckle up. We’ll be landing shortly.”
    Feeling embarrassed to have been caught in an intimate moment, Sara quickly climbed off Morgan and claimed the vacant seat. Once they both were buckled in, the attendant left. They cut their eyes to one another. Sara tried not to grin, but the wide smile on Morgan’s face elicited a giggle.
    He laughed along with her and held out his hand. Feeling the happiest she’d ever been in her life, she clasped his hand in hers.
    * * * * *
     
    Sara was nearly bug-eyed with excitement as Morgan unlocked the door to a top-floor apartment of the Newseum Residences in the Capital City. Located on Pennsylvania Avenue, in the Penn Quarter neighborhood, it was only minutes from the White House and Smithsonian Museums on the Mall.
    “Oh my!” she gasped as he stood aside for her to enter. It was the most luxurious place she’d ever seen outside of Danu’s castle. She turned to find Morgan grinning at her. “You can’t tell me you’re not excited,” she exclaimed, spreading her arms in gesture to the surroundings.
    “Oh I’m excited,” he replied in a tone that sent a shiver racing down her spine and a tingling set up residence in her sex.
    All thought fled when he took her into his arms, claimed her lips. All that existed was him. The feel of his body pressed against hers, the taste of him, and his tongue filling her mouth, his hands roaming down her back to cup her ass and press her firmly against his erection.
    Something sprang to life inside her. An assertiveness she’d not previously known. She wanted him, wanted to explore his body. With nimble fingers she unbuttoned his shirt, running her hand over his warm skin, feeling the play of muscle beneath, the ripple of his abs as her hands moved lower.
    Sara ended the kiss as she lowered his pants and pushed his underwear down. His hard cock sprang free, bobbing with excitement. Slowly she started a trek down his body, her lips and tongue working slowly toward their destination.
    She knelt in front of him, feeling his hands tangle in her hair as she took his hard shaft in her hands. She ran her tongue around the spongy head, probing the tiny opening. Pre-cum gave him a salty flavor. She licked at the tiny droplets, using her tongue to smooth the lubricant over the engorged head.
    Morgan’s grip on her hair tightened when she ran her tongue down the length of his cock and back up. The low groan he uttered when she took him into her mouth had her insides fluttering with excitement and desire. Knowing that she was giving him pleasure was exciting, intoxicating. She wanted to take him higher, give him more.
    Several times she felt his balls tighten, felt the vibration that coursed through him. Each time she slowed, pulling back to circle the head of his cock with her tongue, prolonging the pleasure.
    “Christ, Sara,” he breathed when she took as much of him as she could. His hands gripped her hair tighter, guiding her movements, his pelvis rocking, stroking into the wet warmth of her mouth.
    “No.” He gently but forcefully pushed her away as the impending wave began to vibrate through his body. “Not yet.”
     
    He stripped her, taking his time, kissing and suckling her breasts until her nipples ached and her pussy wept with need. His own release was second to his desire to brand her, make her his. Give her what no other man could.
    His lips captured hers, and he tasted himself on her tongue. Slowly he ended the kiss, his lips traveling down her neck, nipping at the tender skin, tasting then moving lower, once more capturing a sensitive nipple in his mouth. As his tongue flicked over the taut nub, his hand moved lower, over her mound, his fingers