The Last Love Of Arthur Morgan

The Natives

Arthur woke to a rumble of thunder, which faded quickly off in the distance. Lorna was snuggled into his side, sleeping soundly. They had a surprising, yet astounding night of many firsts. He still wore the smile he went to bed with. 

They did more together than he ever did with any woman. He wasn't sure where Lorna learned the things she learned, because he knew for a fact, she didn't learn them with him. It didn't bother him that she's had practice beforehand, he's at least getting the good end of the stick for once. 

His cock twitched against his leg and he groaned to himself, as he probably shouldn't of been thinking so deeply about the night before.

Lorna whimpered beside him and he watched as her brown eyes fluttered open. It took her a minute to focus, but when she did she offered a smile.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Few minutes." He whispered, brushing his lips against her forehead.

"Oh. Are you okay?"

He nodded."Mhm. Thunder got me."

She smiled."I know the feeling, I hate thunder."

"You do?" 

"Yes." 

He quirked a brow."You ain't never acted scared around me."

"That's because you're my protector." She pressed a kiss to his chest.

He lifted his arm and draped it on the pillow, allowing her to rest her head in the crook of his arm. Her hand which rested on his torso, began wandering his chest, each time getting lower and lower. He groaned, stilling her hand mid-wander.

"Best not do somethin' we can't finish."

She bit her lip, tugging her hand free from his. She trailed her hand lower and lower until she reached the brown curls, then the throbbing muscle between his legs. Arthur bit his lip hard as she took ahold of his cock, stroking him gently. 

"Christ woman." He muttered.

She smirked, as she slowly straddled him. He opened his eyes and stared at her, shocked and very much aroused. She lifted her nightgown over her head and his hands instantly went to her breasts, cupping the petite orbs, his thumbs ghosting over her pert nipples. 

"I love it when you touch me." She panted.

"Feelin's mutual, darlin." 

She swiveled her hips and he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. His hands slipped from her breasts to her hips, gripping them tightly. She could feel him hardening beneath her and it drove her wild. She swiveled her hips again.

Arthur sat up, his hands travelling up her back, pulling her in closer. He pressed a gentle kiss on her lips, then moved down her jawline to her neck.

"Mm." She moaned, tilting her head to the side.

He worked his way down her neck, leaving small love bites in their wake. In a camp full of men leering at her everyday, he wanted them to know who she belonged to, as they seemed to forget. 

"You're mine." He mumbled against her skin.

"Yes." Her head fell back as he continued to manipulate her body.

"Fuck." 

Arthur slowly guided himself into her wet heat, inch by inch, losing himself to oblivion. Lorna's nails dug into his shoulders, her legs squeezing around him. 

Feeling a sudden surge of confidence, he flipped them both over, so Lorna was on her back. She squealed and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Arthur buried himself deep within her, groaning his pleasure into her neck.