Chapter 31: Chapter 31
Charlie's dreams tended to be short and usually didn't make any sense. So when she found herself sailing in a canoe down a waterfall, surrounded by a flock of platypuses wearing red caps with yellow stripes, and suddenly a rolling pin came up and started poking her ass, she instantly woke up.
Upon waking up and facing a totally unfamiliar room when opening her eyes, Charlie even felt disoriented for a few seconds, until she finally regained consciousness enough to remember that she was in a hotel room with Morgan... But if so, then why was the rolling pin from her dream still rubbing her ass? Confused and still with her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness of the room, she started to turn over in bed, to see what the hell that hard thing was doing on top of the bed, poking her and why the hell it felt like there was something warm holding it- a, making it so difficult for her to move around freely...
That's when she realized that Morgan, sound asleep, seemed to have turned over at some point during the night and now his back was no longer to her. On the contrary, he now had his face a few inches from hers and his arms were firmly wrapped around her waist, although they weren't pressing her against his chest, as she would have liked. Clutching this opportunity like a shipwrecked man might cling to a life raft, Charlie returned to her original position, the only difference being that she pressed her back against his chest as closely as she could, determined to enjoy every second of the spooning experience. with him...
That's when she realized that the feel of the rolling pin was still there, digging into her hip... Until she finally realized, her throat dry and her panties starting to wet, that it wasn't a kitchen implement. that was rubbing against the flesh of her thigh at that very moment.
Biting her lip, Charlie wondered for a fleeting moment if it would be all right to take advantage of a sleeping man, but by the time Morgan mumbled something in her sleep and moved his hips gently toward hers, it didn't feel so wrong to just spur on. him to keep having that dream, whatever it was. So, even a little embarrassed that she was finally feeling that part of him she'd spent so long craving, she began to move her ass closer to him, meeting each time his lazy thrusts even though what was going on in her head terribly confusing: for a moment, she could have sworn she heard him mutter something about her cooking.
She didn't imagined he liked to cook that much...
But that questioning about his preferences disappeared the minute she felt him rest his hand on her knee, caressing her skin for a few moments, before starting to climb her leg, slowly, covering her entire thigh until he managed to infiltrate her hands. under the shirt she was wearing, thus being able to have access to her entire naked body. Her breath caught in her throat at the boldness of those touches, Charlie turned once more to check if he was really asleep and was a little disappointed to find that he was. With her face sunk into the soft pillow and her hair tousled, Morgan was the picture of rest, even though her mouth kept moving from time to time, muttering things that, for the most part, she couldn't understand.
Deciding to just relax and enjoy that moment that perhaps wouldn't happen again anytime soon, Charlie bit her lip to contain a little moan when she felt him move that huge hand over the skin of her hip, making her body shiver completely. Damn, she couldn't wait for him to get to the places she'd give anything to be touched by him...
But then she stopped in her belly and was paralyzed there for several seconds, until Charlie realized that maybe his dream was over and also that moment between the two. Feeling anger and indignation burn within her, she decided she wasn't going to let this end so soon, Morgan willing or not. So, boldly, she undid the buttons of her shirt quickly and reached his hand from above her stomach, lifting it until she managed to place it exactly over her right breast, whose nipple she immediately dimpled.
For a moment, she thought it would be just that: the satisfaction of finally discovering how his skin felt against her naked body, even if it wasn't a touch like the ones she'd dreamed of for so long, his hand inside hers. panties. However, as if she had heard her plaintive thought, Morgan's hand suddenly cupped her breast. And it wasn't the careless, automatic touch of someone who didn't know what he was doing. Quite the contrary, it was a precise, sensual caress that made her having to rub your thighs together right away.
“Why are you dressed like that…? “ he murmured slowly against her ear, clearly still immersed in the dream he was having, which made her start to think about the possibility that he, perhaps, was dreaming about everything that had happened between the two that day.
And that mere possibility was enough to make her decide that that moment was another golden opportunity for her plan.
“I drove you crazy today, didn't I? “ she laughed, as low as she could manage, wondering if that would be enough to spur him on, even in his sleep. And, apparently, it was.
Giving both breasts a firm squeeze, he brought her closer to him roughly, making her gasp in pure satisfaction, especially when his lips trailed down her neck, tracing a trail of kisses that he then licked for a long time. She thought she heard him say something against her skin, but sleep didn't seem to be letting it out clearly enough.
Biting her lip to keep from moaning too loudly as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, she moved one hand down to where her thighs met, beginning to massage her clit gently, utterly amazed by the feeling of finally having Morgan's hands on her. she. How many times had she dreamed about this? Of course, he was sleeping and maybe, theoretically, that couldn't be considered a valid caress, but still, it felt so good...
She gasped softly in surprise when Morgan's hand cupped her chin lightly, before starting to press his thumb to her lips, as if placing it inside her mouth. On instinct, she just opened for him, starting to suck on his finger as she moved her ass against his erection, which brought a husky growl from Morgan's throat and caused him to reach her earlobe with his teeth, nipping at it. the soft one that, for some inexplicable reason, spurred her on even more. Reaching back with one arm so she could reach around his neck, Charlie urged him to move against her, teeth sinking into the fabric of the pillow as he caught her around the waist and began to thrust harder and harder at his massive erection. against her ass, like he was actually fucking her, despite the layers of clothing that were separating him from her. Still, the sensation was incredible and Charlie felt he could die of pleasure and satisfaction right there.
But still, she wanted more.
Without thinking too much about what she was doing, she just followed her instincts and moved, while he continued massaging her breast non-stop, just enough to reach the front of his pants and start to pull them down slowly, her heart skipping a beat. with each restless grunt he ended up giving, until revealing the white boxer briefs he was wearing, already with the fabric fully stretched over his cock and with a large stain where the swollen head was starting to ooze pre-cum.
With the image of what she'd seen while spying on him in the shower burning in her mind, Charlie gave his underwear the same treatment as his pants, moving them down to the tops of his thighs until his cock leaped free in front of her. Completely forgetting that she was supposed to be being careful, Charlie turned quickly in bed, coming face to face with him, mesmerized by the sight before her. Seeing him from afar, through the foggy glass of the bathroom stall, she couldn't compare to having him so close, where she could feel his heat, watch every swollen vein making him throb and...
Before she realized what she was doing, she had wrapped her hand around it, starting to run her palm slowly down the length of it, feeling every inch of its hardness and heated skin, until she reached the top, where a liquid whitish was oozing in small drops. Licking her lips to control some of the saliva that was starting to pool in her mouth, Charlie ran her thumbs over the mushroom head, wetting it with her own cum, before bringing her finger to her mouth, unable to control it. your will proves it. She didn't usually like bitter things, but the simple fact that this was Morgan's taste of pleasure addicted her immediately.
And if it weren't for Morgan, still asleep but still ravenous, pulling her into a sudden, intense kiss, she would have crawled over to his belly and fulfilled her fantasy of giving him a blowjob—and to hell with the possibility. that he would eventually wake up. She was going to enjoy this moment to the fullest, no matter what. However, once Morgan's lips started to keep hers busy, in a way that she would never have enough strength to pull away, Charlie contented herself with running her hands down his body, also lifting his shirt a little so that she could caress your abdomen, feeling each muscle firm and tremble under his fingers as he descended lower and lower, until he finally reached his destination.
Wrapping her hands around him tightly, she began to touch and caress him as she had always wanted to, exploring him and discovering every part of him, every inch of his skin and every spot that made him moan in pleasure against her. your mouth.
"My naughty little girl..." he muttered when her lips finally parted as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and threaded his fingers through her hair.
That nickname was like an extra intake of excitement in her body, making her intensify her movements on his cock. Against all odds, at least in bed, Charlie was beginning to discover that she enjoyed being his little girl, who he could take care of in the nastiest, dirtiest ways possible.
"We're not done yet…" he growled against her neck, placing kisses on her shoulder, his voice shaky as he tried to complete that sentence, but to no avail.
“Yes, husband, we're still far from finished…” Charlie replied only to herself, and with a smirk, she executed a libidinous idea the moment it occurred to her, removing the firm hand that was holding her waist. and moving it down to her pussy, so he could return the treatment she was giving him.