Morgan could feel Apolo�s breath on the smooth contours of her neck as he slowly pulled away, leaving a tingly trail of goosebumps. He couldn�t help but smile at her reaction to his lightest touch. Apolo placed his hands on Morgan�s hips, both leading a seductive pathway to the front of her terrycloth robe. He gave a small tug on the hastily tied knot, tearing down the one barrier that shielded him from ravaging Morgan�s waiting body. A few strands of wild hair fell in front of her face as the material dangled off her shoulders, revealing only her black satin bra and running shorts. Morgan looked up and grinned, her eyes sparkling like emeralds in the still of the cool, early morning air. Apolo had to touch her, had to feel the softness of her hips, the curves of her breasts. Just once more. To taste, to remember. He pushed the robe off Morgan�s shoulders, letting it fall into a coiled heap on the carpeted floor, his hands moving down her arms�.fingertips�.ribcage�.She closed her eyes in anticipation and released a small gasp of utter surprise as she felt Apolo�s lips flutter across her stomach.
She let out a sigh of contentment, and closed her eyes, fingers twirling, twisting the curls of hair behind Apolo�s neck. He breathed in the smell of her skin, the blended scents of honey dew melon and Dove wafting through his muscular chest. It was all so familiar, yet at the same time, fresh, like the butterflies that drift in with the breeze. Morgan sharply inhaled as she felt his fingers brush against her pelvic bone, the rough edges of his hands working it�s way into her shorts until she felt them fall to her ankles, like the robe. She reached out her hands, a smile working it�s way around her lips, and pulled Apolo to his feet, taking the time to lovingly cast away the beads of sweat flooding his temple. In return, he traced the lines down to the small of her back with one hand as the other ran over her lips.
Morgan took her time as she carefully unbuttoned Apolo�s shirt, taking breaks in between to run her nails down his nicely tanned chest. She cocked her glance upward, waiting for a yelp, listening to the gasps of air run through his body. Morgan gently discarded the dress shirt as Apolo watched it fly across the room, landing on her computer monitor. He smiled, mischief gleaming in the light of his chestnut colored eyes, his hands covering hers, caressing them, cherishing the moments of sheer joy that they brought him. Apolo guided her fingers down his abs, over the patch of hair that tickled his stomach, then began to unbuckle the belt of his pants. He grinned down at Morgan as she took over the duty.
After she had undone his belt, Morgan slowly traced the khaki material covering his crotch, her touch encircling the obviously tight area. Morgan giggled as she heard Apolo moan in pure delight. He was getting anxious; she could tell by the labored breathing of his chest and the contorted look of pleasure that covered his face. She undid the button and zipper of his Dockers, her hands intentionally brushing up against his arousal in the meantime. There went the pants. Good lord, those thighs, golden like the rest of his body, with every muscle toned to perfection.
�I can�t take this anymore,� Apolo groaned, his gravelly voice permeating the air. He picked Morgan up off the floor and tossed her on unmade bed, the comforter and sheets hanging messily off the edge.
Oooo. She liked this sort of domination. It was something Morgan had never seen out of him. It strangely made her feel empowered to think that only she had been able to conjure up this side of Apolo. The manly, animal like side trapped within this 19 year old Olympian. She bit down on her lower lip, suppressing the urge to scream into the night, as her gaze followed Apolo, his body crawling over hers. His face hovered over her own as drops of sweat streaked down his chest, onto her stomach. Morgan leaned forward and kissed him while his hands fiddled with the latch on her bra. Apolo flung the satin material onto the floor and outlined her bare, milky breasts with his hands. Morgan loved what she was feeling at this instance. Never had any man been able to exhilarate her the same way Apolo did. She was comfortable with Apolo; she didn�t worry about what to do with her hands or fingers when she was with him. They seemed to speak for her, and she obediently followed. That was all there was to it.
Morgan gasped as she felt Apolo�s hot mouth on her breasts. Kissing. Licking. Dear god, have mercy! Apolo grinned, knowing that he had caught Morgan off guard. He expertly tongued her erect nipples, nuzzling them against his cheeks, enjoying the womanly curves and valleys of her chest. It was time for pay back. Morgan pulled Apolo closer, feeling the steam build between their bodies, and placed her fingers at the band of his boxers. She ran her nails across them, occasionally dipping a finger or two beneath the surface, entangling them in his black forest of hair. Apolo arched his back as he felt Morgan tease his arousal, her hand totally immersed in his shorts now. Back and forth, rubbing, coaxing him. Morgan ran a finger up the length of his shaft, taking extreme pleasure in her patient torture. Apolo gritted his teeth as he glanced down at her beneath him, the shadows dancing across her face, illuminating her smile. Morgan gave a hard tug at his boxers, freeing Apolo�s stiff manhood. Good things do come in small packages�He was bigger than she remembered. A good eight inches to say the very least. Thick. Pulsating. Perfect.
She reached up to caress it once more, but Apolo placed his hands on her breasts, gently pushing her back onto the mattress. He retreated to the edge of the bed and began to ease Morgan�s panties down her silky legs. She writhed under his touch as Apolo stopped every so often to kiss her along her thighs, refusing to touch the one place she desired. And then they were both fully naked, under the scrutiny of each other�s watching eye. But yet, it just felt right to feel his hard body against hers again. Morgan released a hoarse scream, her vocal chords straining, as Apolo�s fingers buried themselves in her wet snatch. He plunged two fingers into her, and with the rest of his hand, proceeded to massage her clit. In. Out. In. Out. Morgan bucked her hips wildly against his fingers. Apolo could tell she was close as he felt her inner walls spasm against his intrusion. He quickly pulled out; he wanted to save the rest for himself.