Here Comes the Sun: Chapter 9

She’s on top of me, straddling my waist. Her hands move under the hem of my shirt and scratch just under my bra while her mouth attacks my lips. Her tongue wastes no time forcing its way into my mouth and massaging mine. She pulls away and places hot, wet kisses down my jaw line, stopping to suck on my pulse point, making me moan with pleasure. She takes her time on my neck, leaving her mark in multiple paces, and her hands movie to cup and massage my breasts. Her thumbs brush over my already hardening nipples. She moans my name into my neck.

“Oh, Spencer…”

Her hand moves down my body, coming to rest on the button of my jeans.

“Spencer…”

Fingers slide the zipper down painfully slowly.

“Spencer…”

A hand dives under my thong, and begins to…

“SPENCER!”

I sit up with a jolt; my whole body feeling like it was on fire.

“Goddammit, Morgan, are you trying to make me go deaf?”

“Sorry, Spence. You were making weird noises in your sleep; I thought something was wrong.”

I let out a long, frustrated sigh. “No, nothing’s wrong. I just need an extremely cold shower, that’s all.”

She looks confused. “Oh, ok.” She searches my face for an explanation. After that dream, my face has got to be flushed. And I think she notices.

A look of understanding crosses her face. “Ohhh, I gotcha. You go…take care of yourself while I make breakfast. And you are telling me everything that happened last night.”

She walks into the kitchen while I make my way to the bathroom. Once I rid myself of my pajamas, I pull back the clear glass shower door and step inside. I turn the water on and feel the icy cold cascade down my body, cooling it off.

Once I finish my shower, I pull on some old worn out jeans and a white beater and head out into the kitchen where I can smell the delicious breakfast that Morgan has whipped up. I sit down at the table, my mouth watering at the chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, and bacon on the plate in front of me. Morgan sits down in the chair across from me.