A/N: So, the chapter people were probably waiting for since ... well ... a while, I'd guess.I should maybe warn people I haven't before written these kind of scenes before. Well at least not for this pairing. I actually think it will be 4 more chapters and were are done *sad face*
Warning: explicit .. for obvious reasons.
First Lovemaking
They hadn't planned it, not even talked about it, but when it happened it was definitely the most perfect moment possible. For them.
Morgan had always been a player, a womanizer who bedded women left and right wherever he went, so when they started dating Penelope would have expected things to somehow happen sooner. She wasn't disappointed or anything like that, just surprised that it seemed like he seriously could wait it out until it happened. Several times she had made jokes about it, wondering when he finally would decide on getting her drunk and then simply take advantage of her at which he just offered a small smile. And nothing else. No reply, no Morgan trademark grin. Just a small smile.
It wasn't as if she was worried about it, but she didn't have that much practice with it either. Well, not at least as much as he had. The couple of guys she had slept with probably didn't even come close to the numbers of women he had bedded, and maybe she should be worried now that she thought about it. With a guy, who had a sex drive like Morgan this would probably be at some point an issue. Not that their whole relationship would be built up on sex. After all they had been dating for three months and so far managed just fine, but nevertheless Penelope couldn't stop but wonder.
It's not like they hadn't done anything. They just hadn't gone the whole nine yards yet. And if the thought of her maybe not able to match his sexual experiences and skills wasn't terrifying, it most certainly was the thought of his perfectly shaped, toned and god-like body compared to her less than perfect curves.
When he referred to her as his goddess she never could help but think that he was like Adonis and she more like Buddha.
She never had any doubts or thoughts of him not liking what he saw before, but when laying in front of someone completely naked it was hard to hide anything. So what if he hadn't looked close enough before and now would?
But apart from all the thoughts and a bit of worry there was another feeling inside her. Anticipation, as well as impatience. She knew Morgan would never push her into anything, no matter how much he might want something, and he would always wait until he knew she was ready and okay.
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They had been out for dinner and drinks with the rest of the BAU team and both of them somehow sensed that something was in the air tonight. Something that couldn't be explained.
The moment they were back at Morgan's place, Penelope didn't even give him time enough to get out of his coat, before she was all over him, kissing him deeply, pressing him against the wall and having her hands roaming up and down his body.
Her kisses were heated and pure passion and her lips like fire, burning trails down wherever they touched his skin.
When her lips finally returned back to his lips, kissing them frantically, Morgan started wondering what had transpired tonight that would set her so much on fire. Then again she had been acting a bit strange in the past couple of days. And now he knew why. She tried to get things moving to a whole new level and take that final step in their relationship. Judging by the way she kissed him, she was rather serious about it as well.
No doubt about that.
And they seriously should be moving, cause as far as he was concerned she could do whatever she wanted to him tonight, but not in the hallway. No. Freaking. Way.
When he pushed her softly back, she seemed to take this as his rejection, which he didn't even consider as a reaction or possible perception. Framing her face in his hands and pressing his lips against hers quickly, he hoped that would clear things. When he felt her response he knew he succeeded.
He stepped backwards, in the general direction of his bedroom and pulled her softly with him, not releasing the contact between his and her lips. She seemed to have gotten his idea, since her hands were back all over his body, removing his and her own clothing as they walked and leaving a trail up to his bedroom.
When they made it to the bed Morgan turned them around, so she was with her back to the bed and pushed her softly down and taking a moment to take in the picture in front of him. She looked so absolutely breathtaking, astonishing and gorgeous to him, with all these lush curves and porcelain skin.
He joined her on bed a few moments later and moved them closer to the center. His lips found their way back to hers, kissing her fiercely, and their tongues met in a wild dance with each other.
He moved from her lips to her earlobe, nibbling at it softly and getting a moan in return. Penelope turned her head slowly, giving him better access. He moved on from the earlobe down her neck, leaving open mouthed, wet kisses along the way.
His hands danced over her body, touching her everywhere possible and to every touch she reacted. He could spend hours alone doing this and watching her respond. Never before with anyone had he witnessed someone as responsive as his Baby Girl.
When they reached her legs, he let them stroke up and down the whole leg for a moment, getting another moan and took this as encouragement to continue.
While his right hand kept exploring every inch of the body below him, his left started its journey through the soft curls between her thighs. He felt her move, spreading her thighs for him and granting him access.
He pushed his first finger in slowly and removed it even slower, driving her insane while doing so. After a few slow strokes, he added a second finger, retaining his torturous pace. He knew his pace was probably at some point too much for her to stand any chance of drawing this out long, but he wanted to try at least.
Scissoring them and stroking over that certain spot he knew would drive her crazy, it didn't take long for a response from her, aching up and pushing herself further onto the finger, trying to get something more out of him.
He decided on increasing the speed, giving in to her moaning and begging, seeing how close she was to hit the point of no return.
She came with a big 'bang', completely surprised of the intensity it had hit her with. Although she knew that he was aware of her state, she could still feel his fingers working her, milking every bit of her orgasm and keeping her like that for as long as possible.
After she came down from her sensational high, he didn't need to ask what she needed and wanted. He could read it in her face and on her whole body. She was aching for him, aching for being completed with him and because of him.
Removing his fingers slowly from her wet core he moved, positioning himself.
He pushed in slowly at first, giving her time to adjust. He didn't want to ruin this by being done within a moment, but right now, he felt like he wouldn't be able to make this last very long.
He never had any issues before with getting off too quick and too soon, but with Penelope it proved to be a challenge. The way she moved under him, and the moans he heard, begging for more and meeting his every thrust, he knew this would be over sooner than he wished for it.
His speed increased, thrusting in harder and faster, hardly able to contain himself and hold back. When he heard her moan more and louder he knew she was close for the second time tonight. Two more thrust and he could feel her clench around him, being sent over the edge and his name leaving her lips when another orgasm washed over her. He, not that much further from release pushed in a few more times before he followed her over the edge, letting the ecstasy take over and feeling this wonderful bliss the moment he did.
Rolling over and therefore having to leave her, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling Penelope towards him.
"You know, I had it actually planned differently," he laughed, kissing her forehead and pulling her closer.
"You had it planned?" Penelope asked, sounding surprised.
"Well, not planned as 'a set date', but … you know, circumstance-wise and concerning the mood that would be set…"
"What mood?"
"You know, candles, a bit of wooing – which you are clearly need to get used to some more. That kind of stuff," Morgan explained, looking down on her and seeing the expression on her face. Raised eyebrows and a silent 'What?' dominating her gorgeous features. At that Morgan just shook his head. "What kind of guys have you been with so far?" he asked surprised, with a bit of disbelief.
"Guys who don't seem to share your interest in setting moods," Penelope smiled nervously at him.
"Well, lucky you than I'm not letting you go ever again than, huh?" he asked her, kissing her forehead, but Penelope had already drifted off to sleep.
