smut warning !!

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"Ah!" Kate lets out a sharp whimpering moan, her fingers laced with Morgan's as his tongue laps up and down between her thighs. He's got her legs shaking and body sweating.

They've been going at it since she got home.

That was three (?) hours ago.

She gasps when she feels his fingers join his tongue, her back arching. "I'm gonna- fuck!"

Morgan pulls back. "No no, baby." He pants.

She forces her eyes to focus on her fiancé. "Huh?" She's confused as hell. "What?"

"Don't come yet." He whispers, his breath against her wet skin make goosebumps cover her body. "Not yet."

"But- but- ah!" Her head drops back against the pillows, her eyes fluttering shut. She frees her hands from his to tangle in his hair- she's got a fucking death grip on his sweaty yet still soft brown hair. "Fuck, Morgan."

"You gotta wait, baby."

"Fuck- ah!"

Morgan pulls back and starts pushing into her, smirking at the moan she lets out. They lock eyes as he starts moving his hips, leaning down on his elbows, locking his fingers with hers, keeping her hands pinned above her head.

He moves his hips slow and deep, his forehead against hers, his hot breath fanning across her sweaty face.

"Good girl." He whispers. "Such a good fuckin' girl."

Kate moans at his words, freeing her hands to drag her nails across his back. "Fuck..."

"You're so beautiful." He breathes against her neck before he kisses her skin. Kate moves her hips back against his and he groans, watching her move.

She pushes him back, straddling him. She leans down and kisses his lips then neck then throat then chest. His grip on her hips get tighter the further down she goes.

"That's it." He nods in approval, tucking one of his hands behind his head as she starts riding him, the other resting on her inked thigh. "Just like that."

Kate has no idea what's gotten into him but she's totally into it. Everything he's doing is driving her insane.

His hands return to her hips, slowing her roll into a teasing pace and she whines- fucking whines. "Put me my back." She pants, wrapping her arm around his neck as he repositions them.

She cries out, throwing her head back, when he pushes back into her, his lip tucked between his teeth. "Look at me." He says, holding onto her jaw, making her look at him. She moans, her hand brushing across his cheek, down his neck to rest on his chest.

"I'm gonna-"

He slips out and gets her on her hands and knees, one hand on her hip, the other with a fistful of hair. He tugs on the light brown strands, pulling her up on her knees. He moves the hand on her hip to her breasts, tweaking her nipples before returning to her inked skin. He lets go of her hair to grab her throat again, his other hand dipping between her thighs, smirking at the whimper she shakily breathes out.

She holds onto his forearm, tears in her eyes from how fucking good he's making her feel, spewing out incoherent words as she's being overwhelmingly stimulated.

"Do it." He breathes huskily in her ear, his lower hand running in fast circles on that incredibly sensitive bud. "C'mon baby."

A tear slides down her flushed cheek as she comes, a sharp strangled cry ripping from her throat as her legs give out. She collapses to the bed, breathing hard with her body still shaking- trembling from the aftershocks.

"That's my fuckin' girl." He practically growls as he smacks her ass.

She yelps then giggles lazily, exhaustion begging to take over from being so tense. She looks over her shoulder with tearful eyes at her fiancé whose face is painted with intense concern.

He hopes he didn't go too far.

He opens his mouth to say something but the only thing that comes out is a guttural moan. Kate wraps her lips around his dick, bobbing back and forth slow enough to tease and piss him off. He gives her a look, silently asking for permission and the way she drops her hands to his thighs answers him.

He grabs another fistful of her sweaty hair and fucks her face, his head falling back when her throat envelops his dick.

"Fuck..." He shutters, another orgasm building in his belly. "Just like that."

Kate pulls back to catch her breath, tears mixing with the mess of saliva dripping off her chin.

That's the hottest thing he's ever seen.

Almost as soon as he's back down her throat, he grunts, coming hard for the whatever-th time that day.

Morgan flops next to her, cradling her against his side, cupping the side of her wet face. "You okay?" He asks, using his thumb to gently brush away stray tears as he looks her over. "I didn't- I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, I'm okay." She smiles tiredly back, using a corner of the messy sheets to wipe her face off before she cuddles further against him, ignoring how their skin sticks together. "Where in the hell did that come from?"

"I dunno. Felt like tryin' somethin' different." He says shyly, messing with her fingers. "Was it okay?"

"It was fuckin' hot." She mumbles back, nuzzling her head into his neck. "I love you."

He smiles to himself and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. He gently rubbing her back a few times before he runs his fingers through her hair. "I love you too, baby."

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Katie wakes up to an empty bed and a head-to-toe body ache. She winces as she rolls on her back. She rubs a hand over her face while she sits up, still naked from the night before. She looks down at the ring on her finger and grins.

She slowly gets to her feet, wincing again at the ache across her back and thighs, grabbing one of Morgan's flannels from the drawer.

After pulling panties and that shirt on, she quietly makes her way to the kitchen.

"Mornin' gorgeous." Morgan smiles from the stove. Kate kisses his cheek before she reaches for the bottle of aspirin in the medicine cabinet. "How'd you sleep?"

"So good." She says then takes a gulp of coffee along with two aspirin tablets. "Best I've slept in a long time." She hops on the counter next to him. "You?"

"Same." He slides some eggs and hash browns on a plate and hands it to her. "You sure everything was okay?"

Kate sets the plate down and pulls him close with a hand on his shoulder. Once he's close enough, she wraps her arms around his neck and looks down at him. "Yes, baby." She smiles, pressing a sweet, gentle kiss to his forehead then to the tip of his nose then to his lips.

He smiles into the kiss, his hands resting innocently on her bare thighs. "Eat 'fore 'em eggs get cold."

They spend hours talking about tour and what he did for four months. They missed the hell out of each other and it's taking so much self control to not return to the bedroom to fuck again.

"I'm gonna take a bath." She says, setting her plate in the sink. "Breakfast was wonderful." She kisses her fiancé's cheek then heads upstairs to the bathroom.