And there certainly is electricity (though not the literal kind), Neron's smile growing as Morgan's arms encircle him, drawing him along with her towards the bed. They tumble down together, the Hailstorm blanketing her, holding himself over her just enough that she can loosen the buttons of her shirt. They're pressed together in all the right places anyway, and as she gazes up at him he has to resist the urge to simply take her then and there.
"You are incredible," he informs her - words like gorgeous or beautiful don't do Morgan justice, but that isn't to say that Neron doesn't find her a pretty face and then some. And so he wastes no more time, leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss, one arm bracing himself over her while the other goes to work on her ample curves. His hips press in, grinding against her in a way that has him hitching a breath in a sharp inhale, and his hand slips down to grasp her thigh, to anchor her even more deliciously against him.
