"Are you well? " was the first thing Morgan asked her, as he opened the taxi door for her, in front of the hotel "You seem nervous about something..." “No, no... I'm fine. “ she did her best to manage a natural smile, not wanting to draw his attention further to the tension she was feeling, as the two entered the bright, white marble covered lobby “ I'm just looking forward to seeing the hotel, I I think. I've never been to such a beautiful place." " Serious? “ Morgan's eyebrows rose, showing how confused he was “But you were so insistent that we go straight to the chapel when we arrived, instead of checking into the hotel first..." “Uh… Yeah…” Charlie smirked, furious with herself for having thought of that stupid excuse, which could end up making him more suspicious “You know, the wedding was more important than anything else. Besides, I've been a little disoriented lately. I think... It's just a natural reaction to everything that's been going on the last few days. You know, thin
“Don't be silly. I came up with the idea of this marriage, so it is my obligation to bear all the consequences of it, including the financial ones. “ he replied, very calmly, as he bent down near the edge of the bed where she was sitting, to untie and take off her shoes “ Besides, I promised in my vows that I would give my all to take care of you, remember? If I had read between the lines, I would have understood that this includes that my money will always be there as long as the accounts exist. So get used to the idea that now I'm going to be with you everywhere, Charlie, whether you like it or not. “ he joked and Charlie decided that this was a great time to tease him a little, as Vivian had taught him. “ Is this an invitation for me to join you in the bath?" She lay face down on the bed and when he lifted his head in amazement, her faces were mere inches apart, just as she wanted. Despite his initial surprise at how close she was, Morgan's expression soon turned cloudy, almost da
“I left it freezing in the fridge. I'll get it for you." he advanced towards the fridge handing the bottle to her soon after, with a dismayed expression “But let's not exaggerate, okay? The few times I've seen you drink something, it's been pretty clear that you're not exactly resistant to alcohol..." “What did we already talk about you treating me like a child?" She raised an eyebrow, taking the bottle from his hands “ If I want it drunk, then it's my decision." “Okay, okay…” he raised his hands in surrender “Just don't forget that we have a plane to catch early afternoon tomorrow. And it's not exactly comfortable throwing up in a toilet 500 meters up." “I'll keep your advice in mind." she sneered , secretly enjoying the feeling that he was worried about her, even if he wasn't going to admit it aloud “Now, come here! Let's eat! “ she encouraged him, sitting in the chair right in front of him with her legs gathered, so that the hem of her shirt was even shorter, almost revealing her
Charlie wasn't sure how long he'd been touching himself in the dark of night, imagining what Morgan's naked body would feel like, especially when he was on top of hers, driving into her hard. However, even if they were meters apart at that moment, none of their faded fantasies could compare with reality. Of course, the cloudy glass of the shower stall, which appeared to have been fogged up by his heavy breathing, wasn't helping her see everything as clearly as she would have liked, but there was no mistaking the shape of what he'd wrapped in one of the hands. Swallowing hard, Charlie pressed her thighs together, leaning her head a little farther beyond the crack she'd opened in the door, trying to see more clearly the work of art that was his naked body. With each new stroke, the muscles in his arms moved over her skin and his bare, massive thighs quivered a little, as if the pleasure he was giving himself was too much to handle sometimes. But nothing could beat the perfection of the
Fortunately, she was more composed and had already hidden her soaked panties in her suitcase when he walked out the bathroom door, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Attentive as he was to his every move, it didn't escape her notice that his face was flushed and not just from the hot shower water, as she well knew. For the next few minutes, he didn't even make a move to look or speak to her, methodically rummaging through the suitcase with his back to her, even though he didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular. To Charlie's surprise, the longer she watched him, the more that behavior seemed oddly familiar. Could it be... had this happened before? Had he ever masturbated near her without her ever realizing it? Spurred on by this new information about him, Charlie began to replay in her mind the times in the past that she had seen him with that same lost expression and those slightly rosy cheeks, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. Come to think of it, maybe the first
Morgan was sure he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep. With each new day he challenged the levels of his self-control, but everyone had their limits. And one of his, as it happened, was sleeping next to Charlie, in the same bed, feeling her body heat and her sweet perfume, just like that moment. It was impressive how that day had become one of the best and also worst of his entire life. The wedding, after all, had been like a dream. But from the moment they set foot in the hotel, that room had become their own private purgatory. Or rather, his private torture chamber. Because it seemed that everywhere he looked, no matter how hard he tried to be strong and resist temptation, Charlie's body always appeared to torment him, in a most seductive position. It had all started with that inexplicable situation that had somehow forced them to share a bed. And then, suddenly, as if he'd started living one of his wet dreams about her, Charlie had forgotten the towel and appeared naked from t
" Show me." he ordered, gripping the armrests tightly, aching with excitement. Looking overjoyed as she did so, Charlie stood up and turned her back on him, only to bend her spine forward as she parted her legs, letting him see every inch of the black fabric that covered her, especially the way he was completely covered. soaked, molding itself to the shapes of her vagina. Licking his lips, he moved his hand forward, absentmindedly playing with the small pockmarked mound of her swollen clit, making her sigh in pleasure. However, even though he knew she would love for him to simply move the ruined fabric to her side and start finger-fucking her, Morgan didn't. Instead, he began moving his index finger up and down, very lazily, letting her hot juices wet him, even beneath her panties. "Please…" Charlie gasped, looking at him over her shoulder as she rocked her hips against his hand, wanting to sink into her fingers. “I'm angry…” he commented, as he gently pinched her mound, making her
After saying that, she crushed her mouth to his in a devouring kiss that made his cock harden even more inside her. Even though he could easily get her off him and return to his previous position, Morgan internally celebrated that turnaround, enjoying every second of Charlie's dominance, while she used his body as she wanted, in pursuit of her own pleasure. Something that, inexplicably, only made his desire ignite even more, to the point where she looked capable of burning him alive. That was a peculiar situation, because the Charlie of his dreams wasn't usually so bossy, but he would be more than grateful if she became so, from now on. Enjoying the view as she moved over him faster and faster, Morgan confined himself to simply stroking her breasts, stroking her nipples with his fingers until they were hard, begging for her mouth. And, just as he began to greedily suck them in, Charlie again overpowered him by complete, crushing his head against her chest, as if she wanted to keep the