"Ah, Matt," She mewled for him while he played with her piercings and sensitive nipples, all the while she could feel his hardness pressing up against her. She ground back against him, only stilling as his hand moved to take a hold of her neck, keeping her in place.

"You can lose control with me, my love," she spoke in a gentle tone with a hint of teasing as he continued playing with her nipples. Morgana was struggling to keep the sounds from escaping her mouth, so she let them, let him hear her desperate moans and gasps caused by each flick of his tongue and bite. Her arousal was coating her panties with each affectionate move of his mouth over her body, each glimpse she caught of his body when she did not have her eyes closed, so easily overwhelmed now that she had to go without being with him for years and years.

"You can have me in any way you want, you know I'm yours," She pressed her body closer to his then, her fingers curled in his hair, longer than what she recalled, but she liked it, liked being able to tug on it while he was tugging on her nipples and marking up her breasts to a degree that she knew she was bound to feel it the next day. "There are no secrets between us, we can do anything and everything." She smirked as she grazed the nape of his neck with her fingers.

"Like that morning in early March, it was so hot we asked mum and dad to let us sleep out in the tree house, like back when we were kids. And you... ah," She moaned as she ground against him again.

"you woke me up with your head between my legs. And you did... did that thing with your tongue... on my clit. I always get so wet whenever I think back on that morning." She reminisced, wondering just how many new things he picked up in the years inbetween now and then. And how she was not the first one he tried them with. But then she knew that she should not get needlessly jealous she had her own share of exes even if they could never compare to Matthew.

Morgana let out a tinkling laugh as he called her his showgirl, of course he would not let her words from earlier slide. "Fine," She pouted st him, but it was all playful and yet she could not bring herself to move away from his lap while he was playing with her nipples as he was, the marks from his teeth showing on her pale skin. She was tempted to move as she glanced down at his lips and thought of the warmth of his tongue over her. She had half a mind to pull him close and kiss him until they were both gasping for breath, but the time would come for that too.

"Of course it hurt, they all hurt but the pain is fleeting, taking care of them after was the real hassle because the healing process takes a while, over a year with these," she pointed to her nipples and also the ones in the upper parts of her ears.

"No, I did not cum but... I think I got a little wet when I got my nips done." She mused, blushing again, of course Matthew would be able to get her to speak so openly and plainly about such. She did have a thing for mixing pleasure and pain, but she only truly let him do it, she trusted him more than she trusted any person she was involved with. And he knew how far to take it, she felt more of her arousal trail between her legs at the thought of being bent over his lap, his hand falling over her perky bottom, but she did not plan on asking for this now, perhaps won't ever, it was enticing enough as a fantasy.

She quirked up one eyebrow as he expressed his wish to have seen it. She shook her head faintly. "It wasn't really a sight to behold, now on the other hand," Morgana mused as she leant over to kiss his cheek and then his mouth before she slid off his lap and laid down with her head resting against his shirt. She pushed her hair out of her face and slowly spread her legs for him to see the wet patch that caused her panties to stick to her. Her hands slid down her thighs.

"They ended up draped over your shoulders, if memory serves," Morgana was gazing at him with a mix of adoration and lust in her green eyes; she longed to scratch at him with her nails and leave her marks on his sculpted body, but she was concerned that his fiance would see, and then their least damage possible plan would crumble to dust. She would have to hold herself back and be content with him marking her up beneath her neck.

"I'll have to spread them wider now that you are not so scrawny," she teased him; not that she ever minded his leaness, she found him handsome then and she finds him handsome now.

He focused his gaze on her lips as she spoke of her experience, but reluctantly had to release his hold on her breasts just so she could move back to lay down. “Well i’m glad you did it. I didn’t think you’d have it in you to get through the pain.” he teased, but the thought of her getting wet while going through the only raised ideas, things he’d want to try out with her. Especially a fantasy he had been replaying in his head over and over for years, yet no one to give it a go with. He'd love to try it now, but the supplies that were needed were currently at home. “If a bit of pain can cause you to get wet, then i’ve got a bit of ideas in my head i’d like to try out on you.” he stated simply, as if they were the world’s normal couple having a conversation of their wants and desires as any couples should. 

“Darling, any chance to see you topless is a sight to behold.” he managed to speak out before meeting her lips in a quick kiss. Once she moved back to lay back, Matthew’s own hand came to his jeans, quickly getting the buckle undone, his button and zip came. The way she opened her legs for him, just for him was enough for him to take her right then and now, but he needed to show some patience. It had been so long, he wanted to enjoy this and tease her in the process. Matthew stood up, just to rid himself of his jeans, leaving his boxers on before kneeling back down on his knees and right between her legs. His own arousal could be seen with the obvious tent his boxers made, but right now his focus was on her. “I don’t think I was ever scrawny, you were just tiny as you still are.” he teased back before reaching out to touch the thin material of her underwear. It was so wet by the touch, and he couldn’t help but tease her with his fingers, gliding them up and down slowly over the thin material. It didn’t take long before he decided to pull them off carefully, just to get them out of his way. “Soft… Certain… Made for sonnets.” he spoke while running his fingers over her soft folds, repeating the lines he’s used multiple times in different ways before sliding two fingers into her slowly. 

"God, I don't think anyone else ever got me so soaked this quickly. Unless we count my vibrator," she giggled; it felt so precious to have him between her legs like this, to talk to him so openly while lying beneath their tree in the middle of the night.

"Ah, Matt," she moaned as he left a mark against her thigh, she clutched his shirt as she fought back the urge to rock her hips up impatiently. She watched him remove his fingers from her pussy and lift them to his lips; the way he savoured her taste made her want him even more and if she was not determined to have him eat her out in that moment she would have been up in his lap once again, riding him. But she longed for his mouth too and the swipe of his tongue and soon she got the feeling again, her breathing hitched in her throat and her thighs trembled from being so aroused.

His tongue continued sliding over her bundle of nerves, the tip of his nose rubbing just slightly against her as he slid his tongue into her. He missed the way she felt against him, he missed her scent and the way that she tasted.

His ministrations slowed down once again, because he knew if he went too fast, then it would be over soon and he did not want that. He wanted to remind her of how much she had missed in the last few years. He wanted to remind her just how good he was, and while his fingers curled into her skin deeper, he couldn't help but use his teeth to ever so lightly graze against her core.

"Ah, Matt," She mewled for him while he played with her piercings and sensitive nipples, all the while she could feel his hardness pressing up against her. She ground back against him, only stilling as his hand moved to take a hold of her neck, keeping her in place.

"You can lose control with me, my love," she spoke in a gentle tone with a hint of teasing as he continued playing with her nipples. Morgana was struggling to keep the sounds from escaping her mouth, so she let them, let him hear her desperate moans and gasps caused by each flick of his tongue and bite. Her arousal was coating her panties with each affectionate move of his mouth over her body, each glimpse she caught of his body when she did not have her eyes closed, so easily overwhelmed now that she had to go without being with him for years and years.

"You can have me in any way you want, you know I'm yours," She pressed her body closer to his then, her fingers curled in his hair, longer than what she recalled, but she liked it, liked being able to tug on it while he was tugging on her nipples and marking up her breasts to a degree that she knew she was bound to feel it the next day. "There are no secrets between us, we can do anything and everything." She smirked as she grazed the nape of his neck with her fingers.

"Like that morning in early March, it was so hot we asked mum and dad to let us sleep out in the tree house, like back when we were kids. And you... ah," She moaned as she ground against him again.

"you woke me up with your head between my legs. And you did... did that thing with your tongue... on my clit. I always get so wet whenever I think back on that morning." She reminisced, wondering just how many new things he picked up in the years inbetween now and then. And how she was not the first one he tried them with. But then she knew that she should not get needlessly jealous she had her own share of exes even if they could never compare to Matthew.

Morgana let out a tinkling laugh as he called her his showgirl, of course he would not let her words from earlier slide. "Fine," She pouted st him, but it was all playful and yet she could not bring herself to move away from his lap while he was playing with her nipples as he was, the marks from his teeth showing on her pale skin. She was tempted to move as she glanced down at his lips and thought of the warmth of his tongue over her. She had half a mind to pull him close and kiss him until they were both gasping for breath, but the time would come for that too.

"Of course it hurt, they all hurt but the pain is fleeting, taking care of them after was the real hassle because the healing process takes a while, over a year with these," she pointed to her nipples and also the ones in the upper parts of her ears.

"No, I did not cum but... I think I got a little wet when I got my nips done." She mused, blushing again, of course Matthew would be able to get her to speak so openly and plainly about such. She did have a thing for mixing pleasure and pain, but she only truly let him do it, she trusted him more than she trusted any person she was involved with. And he knew how far to take it, she felt more of her arousal trail between her legs at the thought of being bent over his lap, his hand falling over her perky bottom, but she did not plan on asking for this now, perhaps won't ever, it was enticing enough as a fantasy.

She quirked up one eyebrow as he expressed his wish to have seen it. She shook her head faintly. "It wasn't really a sight to behold, now on the other hand," Morgana mused as she leant over to kiss his cheek and then his mouth before she slid off his lap and laid down with her head resting against his shirt. She pushed her hair out of her face and slowly spread her legs for him to see the wet patch that caused her panties to stick to her. Her hands slid down her thighs.

"They ended up draped over your shoulders, if memory serves," Morgana was gazing at him with a mix of adoration and lust in her green eyes; she longed to scratch at him with her nails and leave her marks on his sculpted body, but she was concerned that his fiance would see, and then their least damage possible plan would crumble to dust. She would have to hold herself back and be content with him marking her up beneath her neck.

"I'll have to spread them wider now that you are not so scrawny," she teased him; not that she ever minded his leaness, she found him handsome then and she finds him handsome now.

He focused his gaze on her lips as she spoke of her experience, but reluctantly had to release his hold on her breasts just so she could move back to lay down. “Well i’m glad you did it. I didn’t think you’d have it in you to get through the pain.” he teased, but the thought of her getting wet while going through the only raised ideas, things he’d want to try out with her. Especially a fantasy he had been replaying in his head over and over for years, yet no one to give it a go with. He'd love to try it now, but the supplies that were needed were currently at home. “If a bit of pain can cause you to get wet, then i’ve got a bit of ideas in my head i’d like to try out on you.” he stated simply, as if they were the world’s normal couple having a conversation of their wants and desires as any couples should. 

“Darling, any chance to see you topless is a sight to behold.” he managed to speak out before meeting her lips in a quick kiss. Once she moved back to lay back, Matthew’s own hand came to his jeans, quickly getting the buckle undone, his button and zip came. The way she opened her legs for him, just for him was enough for him to take her right then and now, but he needed to show some patience. It had been so long, he wanted to enjoy this and tease her in the process. Matthew stood up, just to rid himself of his jeans, leaving his boxers on before kneeling back down on his knees and right between her legs. His own arousal could be seen with the obvious tent his boxers made, but right now his focus was on her. “I don’t think I was ever scrawny, you were just tiny as you still are.” he teased back before reaching out to touch the thin material of her underwear. It was so wet by the touch, and he couldn’t help but tease her with his fingers, gliding them up and down slowly over the thin material. It didn’t take long before he decided to pull them off carefully, just to get them out of his way. “Soft… Certain… Made for sonnets.” he spoke while running his fingers over her soft folds, repeating the lines he’s used multiple times in different ways before sliding two fingers into her slowly. 

"Ah, Matt," She mewled for him while he played with her piercings and sensitive nipples, all the while she could feel his hardness pressing up against her. She ground back against him, only stilling as his hand moved to take a hold of her neck, keeping her in place.

"You can lose control with me, my love," she spoke in a gentle tone with a hint of teasing as he continued playing with her nipples. Morgana was struggling to keep the sounds from escaping her mouth, so she let them, let him hear her desperate moans and gasps caused by each flick of his tongue and bite. Her arousal was coating her panties with each affectionate move of his mouth over her body, each glimpse she caught of his body when she did not have her eyes closed, so easily overwhelmed now that she had to go without being with him for years and years.

"You can have me in any way you want, you know I'm yours," She pressed her body closer to his then, her fingers curled in his hair, longer than what she recalled, but she liked it, liked being able to tug on it while he was tugging on her nipples and marking up her breasts to a degree that she knew she was bound to feel it the next day. "There are no secrets between us, we can do anything and everything." She smirked as she grazed the nape of his neck with her fingers.

"Like that morning in early March, it was so hot we asked mum and dad to let us sleep out in the tree house, like back when we were kids. And you... ah," She moaned as she ground against him again.

"you woke me up with your head between my legs. And you did... did that thing with your tongue... on my clit. I always get so wet whenever I think back on that morning." She reminisced, wondering just how many new things he picked up in the years inbetween now and then. And how she was not the first one he tried them with. But then she knew that she should not get needlessly jealous she had her own share of exes even if they could never compare to Matthew.

But her words were such music to his ears. His teeth pushed into a new area around her breast as she allowed him to lose himself with her. That was the hard part -- he didn't want to cause her pain in this pursuit of pleasure, yet he couldn't help but bite down hard on her soft skin, but just as quickly he released her breast from his mouth to move to her free breast. One that would be left unmarked if he didn't pay her proper attention. He couldn't have that, no, not tonight.

It was as if he could feel the warmth growing against the front of his pants and he wondered if it was because she was getting wet or if his boxers were being coated by his own precum. It didn't help his situation one bit when she practically gave him permission to do what he wanted with her, and to top it off, the way her fingers felt against his neck. Matthew had to release her breast, his lips traveling up to her neck, taking heed to make sure no marks were left there. before pulling away completely. The memory she spoke of was as clear as day. It was as if they had done this just yesterday , but that may have been due to the fact that this new discovery had been his favorite. Ever since then, he made mental notes of what she enjoyed the most, what she wanted and how desperately his movements made her.

"I do remember you had been pleading for more." he teased in that moment, while bringing back their earlier banter. "Show me how you spread your legs for me then." he instructed while pulling his shirt next to him and laying it out just so she'd have some type of covering beneath her. Not that it would do much, but at least she wasn't going to go home with dirt in her hair.

"You're my showgirl, remember?" he teased, his words purposefully being used to describe her as she had used just minutes ago. "Show me that moment again and let me taste you again." he instructed, which was also a good way to release himself of his own constraints. He let go of her hair, and her neck just then, just so she'd be able to easily do as he had asked, but his fingers refused to leave her breasts. His thumn and his index finger twisting at her sensitive buds because he knew how much she enjoyed it. "When you got your nipples pierced, did it hurt? or did you cum?" he couldn't help but ask in thought. "I wish I had been there to see."

"Perfect," she playfully swatted at his shoulder when he moved to take over, but she did not race him down the path as she might have done once, perhaps if it was in daylight she would have.

She rested her cheek against his arm when their oak tree came into view but aside from a cursory glance upwards her attention was on the ground until she spotted their names that he carved into the thick root. "Here we are again," she murmured as she allowed her fingers to slip from his while she crouched down to trace their names.

"You were such a romantic, tell me, are you still? If our circumstances where different when we saw each other this morning in the house, would you have made a grand speech?" Morgana teased as she sat with her back to their tree, her stance more relaxed now that she knew that no one else would be able to see her but Matthew.

She pulled down the zipper of her brown leather boots. Her hair fell forward into her face, covering the sight of her ear piercings, she only had her earlobes pierced when they were last here. And now she had several gold jewels in her ears and her nipples pierced (How would he take the sight, she mused with a pleasant shiver running down her spine). Morgana wondered if there were any changes to his body too that she was not privy to. Will he react the same way to her touches now? Are his preferences different? Are hers?

"God, I feel like a virgin again." She let out a nervous laugh as she looked at him. "I want you now as I did then too," Morgana added smirking, reassuring that she was serious even with her nerves about what it would feel like to be with him again, to finally be with the man she tied her best sexual experiences to.

She reached to pull her shirt off, but got distracted by the sight of him removing his, she was shamelessly staring at his muscles that were not there the last time they were together.

"What am I now, your showgirl?" She clicked her tongue at him, a sign of her annoyance, but if she were meaning it she would not be allowing him to kiss her neck, nor would she be trailing her fingers experimentally over his exposed torso.

"Matthew," her tone turned whiny as her gaze followed the movement of his hand, her body shuddered beneath his gentle touches. She forced herself to move back away from him so she would not hit him with her elbow while she pulled her shirt over her head. Her bra still in place, her curves and the moles along her pale skin that he spent countless hours memorising and kissing in their youth on display for him.

Morgana stood, unbuttoning her jeans before she reached for the zipper, she began to pull it down her legs; feeling like a teenager again as he took in the sight of her undressing. She wishes she chose the blue dress that morning, but she could not find the heels she wanted to wear with that so she had to change into a nice dress shirt and pale blue jeans.

Once the jeans were out of the way she moved back to him, leaning over, enjoying that she was the one looking down at him for once before she moved to perch herself in his lap. Her mouth hovering above his. She gave him a small peck but then trailed her cherry red lips along his jawline and down his neck, over his throat and faintly licking over his collarbone before she ventured further, covering his chest and stomach in faint marks of her lipstick.

"I missed you," She said as she looked up at him while her mouth was hovering above his crotch as she took up a crouching position between his legs. However, she made no move to take away the last layers of clothing separating them, instead she kissed her way up his torso again while she unhooked her bra and slid it off with practised ease.

"I need you beyond reason," She purred in his ear as she moved to sit in his lap again, lightly rubbing against him as she did so. Only pulling back to push her long dark hair away from her chest, showing off her nipple piercings; the one in her right breast was shaped like the sun and the one in her left was a gem studded crescent moon, her pink nipples were perked up due to the night air and her excitement that was close to ruining her knickers.

She twisted her hair between her fingers as she watched him react to her like this, half naked, full of jewels and her desires for her stepbrother. "This is where you vax poetics about my beauty," She grinned at him, her pale cheeks red and her lipstick faint and slightly smudged from all the kisses she covered Matthew's body in.

By now, Matthew felt over dressed, and as she hovered against him, his hands instinctively reached out to her waist just as she perched ontop of him. Her lips were on his neck and he could feel his cock twitch at the touch. She was the only one who had a strong effect on him. Usually he'd need to drunk or under some type of influence to even bother with physical intimacy, but not with her. His head leaned back against the tree, allowing her more access to his neck as her lips trailer lower. His grip on her waist only loosened since she was getting lower.

It didn't bother him that she was leaving a trail of her lipstick from his neck down to his torso, and truthfully he didn't give a fuck, not when her mouth was hovering above his cock that was just fighting against the constraints of his jeans. Her words caused him to look down at her and a shiver ran down his spine. Like old times, when she'd get down on her knees for him. When she'd take him fully into her mouth. But she was now straddling him once again and all he could do was hope that she could feel his hardened cock beneath her.

His hands were back at her waist, gripping her harshly in a way that showed his desperation as he thrust upwards against her. "Do you feel that? Do you know how hard it has been to keep my cock in my pants all throughout dinner and not take you then and there?" the question was not meant to be answered, but yes - his thoughts were fixated on fucking her in their bathroom, or in his room all while Peter was searching for her.

Just as her bra was removed, his eyes dropped to her breasts almost immediately. He felt like such a seventeen year old boy again who couldn't control his hormones, but he couldn't help himself. Not when she had nippled her perfectly ampled breasts. "Fuck, me." he mumbled as his hands trailed slowly up to her breasts, his thumb circling around her nipple, as a way to feel the metallic piercing as well. "I've heard it's meant to feel more sensitive with the piercings, is that true?" he asked all the while he grew harder beneath her.

Matthew leaned in, his tongue flickering over her sensitive bud while his free hand played with her nipples carefully. His lips carefully taking her nipples in, while his teeth pulled at her piercing ever so gently. Matthew released her nipple just then, while his hand trailed up to the back of her neck, as if to hold her in place, his hand now grabbing a fistful of her hair gently before tugging her head back. "You are making it so hard for me to stay within control, Gana." he breathed against her supple breast and as if to explain his meaning, he pulled her flesh between his teeth and sucked hard. It wasn't her neck, at least it wasn't in the most obvious of places. She could easily hide the markings on her breast.

His lips moved to her erect nipple once more, as if he couldn't take enough of it and flicked his tonge over the metallic piercing before biting down gently on her nipple. He wanted to play with them, until they were swollen and sore. Until they were bruised all around, constantly reminding her of him the next day.

"Perfect," she playfully swatted at his shoulder when he moved to take over, but she did not race him down the path as she might have done once, perhaps if it was in daylight she would have.

She rested her cheek against his arm when their oak tree came into view but aside from a cursory glance upwards her attention was on the ground until she spotted their names that he carved into the thick root. "Here we are again," she murmured as she allowed her fingers to slip from his while she crouched down to trace their names.

"You were such a romantic, tell me, are you still? If our circumstances where different when we saw each other this morning in the house, would you have made a grand speech?" Morgana teased as she sat with her back to their tree, her stance more relaxed now that she knew that no one else would be able to see her but Matthew.

She pulled down the zipper of her brown leather boots. Her hair fell forward into her face, covering the sight of her ear piercings, she only had her earlobes pierced when they were last here. And now she had several gold jewels in her ears and her nipples pierced (How would he take the sight, she mused with a pleasant shiver running down her spine). Morgana wondered if there were any changes to his body too that she was not privy to. Will he react the same way to her touches now? Are his preferences different? Are hers?

"God, I feel like a virgin again." She let out a nervous laugh as she looked at him. "I want you now as I did then too," Morgana added smirking, reassuring that she was serious even with her nerves about what it would feel like to be with him again, to finally be with the man she tied her best sexual experiences to.

He smiled at the way her hand swatted his shoulder-- playful, and teasing. Unlike mere moments ago when he nearly made her upset with his words. God he loved her and he could only hope he'd never upset her to the brink of tears anymore.

As they approached their tree, Matthew smiled when she found their names. He watched the way she traced the root with her fingers, and images of her fingers tracing his length came into play, or the way her fingers would trail down his chest, or comb through his hair. God, he needed her desperately. As she settled back against the tree, he watched for a moment longer, smiling at the words that left her lips. "I've always been a romantic, I just haven't been able to share that side of me with you in so long." but as for the speech, she was right. He had a grand speech prepared just for her.

He sat beside her, joined her while she took off her boots and just as her hair fell forward, he couldn't help but reach over to move it behind her ear. "So do you make all the metal detectors go off while at the airport?"he asked, teasing her about her piercings, yet his finger traced the shell of her ear, gently going over each stud she had on. Her words are all that he needed to hear. "Take off your shirt." he instructed all while pulling his own shirt over his head. He'd always been lean growing up, but when Matthew was busy with work, or trying to avoid people, he usually spent time at the gym.

He too had changed over the years -- more toned in a way where he wasn't just skin and bones. His shirt had been discarded to the side before he worked on his own shoes. "Better yet, it's been a while Morgana, shouldn't you be up there giving me a proper show?" he teased as he leaned over to kiss her neck. "You should absolutely show me how much you need me." he added softly against her neck before trailing his lips to her ear, "--and then you should let me show you just how much I missed you." his hand trailed over to her leg, where his fingers trailed soft circles over the material.