Free Make Me Yours by B. J. Wane Page B

welcomed the distraction.
    Jack cast a swift look behind him, asking, “More?”
    Morgan could only nod her head as the feel of the snowmobile underneath her, and Jack’s hard body in front of her added to the stimulating pulses filling her pussy. As Jack guided them smoothly over small slopes, around trees and across the snow covered ground, the small vibrator picked up speed and intensity and quickly threw her into a maelstrom of sensations. Rubbing her crotch against the seat and as close to Jack as possible, she was soon screaming out a climax that drove away the cold and left her shaken. She was still in the throes of ecstasy and enjoying the small aftershocks of coming completing apart when he slowed down and brought them back to the garage.
    Morgan could barely stand when Jack helped her off and his knowing smirk didn’t help matters. “I swear, Jack, I’ve come more in the last twenty four hours than I have in the last ten years. Had I known about all these little tricks you like to practice, I would’ve shown up on your doorstep ages ago.”
    Jack pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply before saying, “There’s more, Princess, if you’re brave enough and trust me to take care of you.”
    “I’ve always trusted you, Jack.”

Chapter Five
    Morgan sat in front of the floor to ceiling windows in Jack and Marc’s loft, her sketch pad in her lap and her eyes on the pristine view in front of her. For as far as she could see there was nothing but snow covered mountains and trees blanketed by blue sky. Dressed again in one of Jack’s shirts and a pair of his socks, kept warm by the blazing fire Jack had started when they returned from the slopes, she was more relaxed and content than she ever remembered feeling. She didn’t know how much credit went to being away from Chicago, Joel and her parent’s expectations of her or to simply being with Jack again and finally having her dream of crossing the bridge from just friends to lovers realized. Either way, she would bask in this feeling for as long as it lasted.
    Thus far, Jack seemed happy to have her around and pleased with her sexual responses. Now, if only she knew how to keep him that way. Twenty four hours in his presence, less than that since they had become lovers, and already she couldn’t imagine returning to her staid existence and the bland sex she had experienced. If this didn’t work out with Jack, she didn’t know what she’d do. She couldn’t imagine willingly lying over another man’s lap to be spanked and finger fucked until she was writhing and screaming in climax or allowing another to insert a vibrator and get her off while whipping around on a snowmobile. Recalling that feeling of all encompassing pleasure enveloping her as she went flying on the Cat made her smile and press her legs tightly together, squeezing her now empty pussy.
    “What’re you drawing there, Princess?” Jack asked as he came up behind her and rested his hands on her sun warmed shoulders.
    Morgan had been so engrossed in reliving the ecstasy of the past few hours she hadn’t heard him return to the loft. Smiling up at him, she lifted the sketch pad, hoping her thoughts didn’t show on her face. “What do you think? I love this view and thought you might like a painting of it. Of course, it won’t compare to the real thing, but…”
    “I think if the painting is half as good as that sketch, it’ll be stunning. Now tell me what you were thinking about. You had a pleased smile on those pretty lips when I walked in.”
    Morgan turned her attention back to the window hoping he would think it was the warmth from the fireplace and the sun shining on her face that was causing her to blush. “Just thinking about the last few days and all the changes in my life.”
    Jack kneaded her shoulders, his dark eyes shifting from the top of her head to look at the view he often took for granted. “Am I moving too fast for you, Morgan?” He had put her through the