Spice & Raspberry Wine
Part Seven
by sarAdora


He went slow - much slower than he wanted to go. He wooed her, courted her, sent her flowers, and called her often. They met at the gym several nights a week and he praised her progress. She had lunch or dinner with him at least once on weekends, but still wouldn't let him know where she lived. He respected her privacy and didn't try to follow her home. Finally, in frustration, he left a note on her desk inviting her to his place in the Virginia woods for the weekend.

Morgan looked at the note and thought about Eric's arms around her. She was stronger now, both in mind and body and part of that was due to his encouragement. He told her he knew about the incident and how proud he was that she had defended herself so well. Morgan had not trained at Quantico to become an agent. She had come to the FBI at their request and as an expert in a particular field and had bypassed the normal route. She could have gone to Quantico after she was hired, but had chosen a different career path.

Eric had worked with her in the gym, spending a great deal of time showing her defensive moves, practicing with her until they became reflexive moves. It was the most body contact he had with her; Morgan let him hug her and kiss her, but nothing more. He often held her longer than necessary when he was showing her a defensive position, but if she noticed, she didn't comment. She liked his arms around her and she adored his kisses; she just wasn't sure about more than that.

Eric was falling in love with her. He knew he spent more time thinking about her than he should. Even though she had proven she was more than capable of taking care of herself, she brought out his protective instincts. He was happiest around her and he wanted her in his bed. He was running out of patience.

Running out of patience? he snorted. I'm already OUT of patience. I have no patience. I'm going to kidnap her, tie her up and... He sighed. That'll go over big.

The invitation for the weekend was his last ditch effort. If Morgan didn't want anything more than what they had shared, he knew he'd have to start backing off. He wasn't a saint. He didn't like being celibate and he was sick and tired of jerking off every night. He hadn't been with a woman since he met her - over two months earlier.

She accepted his invitation. He told her to pack jeans and sweaters, a heavy jacket and boots. They'd leave from the Hoover Friday after work.

He waited until they were on the beltway before removing his tie and loosening his collar. When he did, he pulled her closer to him and kissed her brow. "I locked the doors; you can't escape," he growled, making her laugh.

"I really am glad you accepted my invitation," he told her softly. "I've wanted a little more privacy with you."

"You mean intimacy," she clarified.

"That, too," he smiled. "But I won't do anything you don't want me to." He knew he wouldn't force himself on her, but it was going to test his willpower not to be able to make love to her if she pushed him away.

Morgan had no intention of pushing him away. She knew the invitation included sex. She wasn't a cock teaser. She wanted him, she was ready for him, she was sure of it. She was also sure he would be a magnificent lover.

The house in the country was an old-fashioned one-story log cabin, one bedroom, one bath, kitchen off the main room and a giant fireplace that took up most of one wall. It was cozy and comfortably furnished. Morgan felt right at home.

"It won't take long to get the fire going," he told her, dropping their bags on the floor and putting a huge shopping bag of groceries on the table. "There's wine and soft drinks in the kitchen, some snacks, too. You can unload the groceries while I work on the fire."

Morgan was astounded at the groceries he had brought. "Who's going to eat all this?" she asked, pretending to stagger under the weight of two six-pound steaks.

Eric chuckled. "We are, Puss. We'll share a steak between us when it's grilled, nibble on it later when it's cold, and have the leftovers with eggs for breakfast."

"We're going to eat two dozen eggs?" she asked as she unloaded the items. "A gallon of ice cream? Two roasted chickens?" She didn't comment about the can of black olives, two large bags of chips, the large container of sour cream and onion dip, or the salsa.

"Do you know how to cook?" he asked, stoking the fire and watching her as she unloaded the groceries.

"Not one of my favorite things to do, but I manage to eat every day. Do you cook?"

"Yeah, I like to cook."

"Are we feeding anyone else this weekend?" she asked, eyeing the items.

"Just you and me," he smiled, coming up behind her and pulling her against his chest.

"Are we going to spend the whole time cooking and eating?" she asked, looking up at him, wondering if he was going to kiss her.

"I hope not," he said fervently. "I had other plans in mind."

"Are you going to share them with me?"

"Uh-huh," he murmured, covering her mouth with his, turning her in his arms, his tongue slipping between her lips.

"Are you going to make love to me?" she asked, staring him in the eye.

"Do you want me to?" he stared back, unaware he was holding his breath.

"Yes," she whispered, "but you're going to have to seduce me. I won't settle for less."

"With pleasure," he said in all seriousness. "I'll start now."

He lifted her until her feet left the floor, her body leaning on his, her breasts pressed against his chest and her thighs rubbing against his groin. "You are such a sweet puss," he murmured, moving to the couch and cradling her in his arms. "So sweet, I'm going to have to kiss you... all over... taste all your sweetness."

"Do I get to taste you, too?" she asked softly, her hand slowly moving over his broad chest, excited that he was touching her.

"Counting on it," he gasped when her hand touched his groin.

"You're not afraid of me?" she asked in all sincerity.

"Afraid?" Eric smiled, "Afraid you'll rip my balls off? No, little one. I'm not afraid."

"I have a bad temper, Eric, and I lose it quickly." "I'll try not to make you mad," he grinned, using his body to gently push her back on the sprawling sofa. He pulled her arms over her head and pushed a heavy thigh between hers. "I'll try to make you hot for me, instead," he promised, covering her mouth again.

"I want to touch you," she said.

"Not yet, Puss. I get to touch you first."

"How come you get to be first?"

"'Cause I said so." His mouth caressed her neck, his lips tasting the flesh there, moving to suck the hollow in her throat and then, releasing her hands, he cupped her breasts while his mouth consumed hers once again.

"Should I stop, Morgan?" he asked, his thigh slowly moving between hers.

"I'll lose my temper if you do," she moaned, anxious to touch him.

"Don't want to do that," he chuckled, slipping his warm hands under her sweater, his fingers unclasping her bra and pushing it out of the way. "I have wanted to touch you since the first time I saw you," he told her as he cupped her full round breasts. "Now I'm going to do more than touch," he promised, pulling her sweater up and inhaled sharply.

"I had no idea," he said quietly, seeing her breasts for the first time and gently caressing them. "I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you," he murmured reverently. Morgan's skin was ivory, the skin of a true redhead and her full round breasts were snowy white. It was her nipples that gave him pause. They were almost blood red, the aureoles a deep wine, the contrast between them and her ivory skin a startling one. He kissed each one, making them taut.

Morgan sighed. Eric's mouth was gentle, his lips soft. Her nipples tingled from his kisses and she wanted more.

"I can't wait," he said, hunger for her twisting his voice. "I have to see all of you." He picked her up and headed for the bedroom, his arms pressing her into his chest, her face buried in his neck.

He had promised to seduce her and so far, he had kept his word. His mouth dropped more kisses on her breasts, his tongue licking her nipples when his lips could refrain from suckling, his hands moving under her skirt. He palmed the flesh of her thighs, his fingers inching up and down again until she started panting. He could feel her heat and her soft moans drove him crazy. He was close to losing it and for the first time since he was a horny teenager, he thought he was going to come in his pants.

He moved up and off of her, rolling onto his side, pulling her next to him. "Morgan," he growled, gulping air, "I have to slow down a minute or I'm not going to be of any use to you. You are so hot and so sweet, little one," he covered her face with kisses, "and I want you so badly." He took a deep breath. "Can't wait any longer," he groaned.

He tore his shirt, pulling it and his T-shirt over his head and popped the button on his trousers when he yanked them down, the belt buckle barely open. His shoes and socks went flying. He found the zipper on her skirt and broke it yanking it down and pulled the sweater and bra that had been bunched at her neck over her head. He dropped his shorts with one hand and ripped her pantyhose off with the other, then sat back on his heels to look at her. She was magnificent and his cock leaked in anticipation.

"I'll seduce you with more finesse later," he promised, his throat raw and suddenly dry as the dark red curls of her mound drew his attention.

"Touch me," she whispered. "Let me touch you." She reached for him and that was all it took for the last of his willpower to evaporate.

He lifted her thighs to his shoulders and dipped into her with his tongue, tasting her sweetness and wanting more. He knew it would have to wait. If he didn't fuck her soon, his balls were going to break and his cock was going to explode in a million pieces.

She was wet. She was hot. She spread her legs and he was doomed.

He lowered her hips until his thick cock pushed against her opening and plunged into her with a swiftness that startled her. She squeezed him with her inner walls and he lost all control, his release premature, his ejaculation swift and hot and satisfying - and much too brief.

"Please don't lose your temper," he begged when he could speak.

Morgan laughed, then giggled when she felt the rumble of his laughter against her chest and belly.

"Naughty Puss," he admonished her, cupping her ass and kneading the flesh. "I've been hard for you for over two months. I'm not surprised I barely lasted a few seconds."

"I'll give you another chance," she said solemnly, making him laugh again.

"I'm going to have more chances than that," he assured her, pulling her into the shower with him, intent on taking his time to explore her body.

"Are you going to feed me?" she asked, looking up at him. "You promised you would."

"In a little while," he murmured, his hands roaming, just beginning to explore.

"Now," she insisted. "I think I might be too worn out later," this said innocently, making him grin.

"I'll lather you up and you can lather me and we'll have a bite to eat."

"I mean it, Eric. I'm hungry."

"Are you going to be this stubborn and demanding all the time?" he scowled at her.

"Is that the surly AD look you use on your agents?" she asked, tracing his lips with a finger.

"You're pushing your limits, little one," he suddenly grinned, sucking her finger into his mouth, his hands on her back, not letting her escape.

"I don't think I'm anywhere near my limit," she said softly as her arms went around his hips and she pinched his firm butt, making him jump. "I think I have a way to go yet."

"Might have to warm your ass before you get there," he warned, cupping her bottom and pulling her closer to his groin.

"Kiss me, instead," she sighed, loving the feel of his hands on her, relishing the hard shaft pushing into her belly. "Then, feed me. If you do that, you can make love to me as long as you want."

"I'll take you at your word," he said before his mouth covered hers, intending to make love to her thoroughly regardless.

~ End Part Seven ~

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