43. Logan #2
I bow my head and take a deep breath against her chest, trying to get myself under control. Then I roll her over, needing to focus on her, not my own desperate need.
As I undo her bra clasp, I kiss the tattoo on her shoulder.
Then I drag my mouth down her spine, vertebrae by vertebrae, taking my time.
I lick down the length of her back, breathing in the scent of her skin, the warmth of her.
She's actually here. Actually under me. So close, but I need her closer.
When I get my hands on her hips, she arches her back. Crazy beautiful. The curve of her spine, the slope of her ass, the way she's already shifting restlessly.
"You're so fucking pretty,” I tell her as I hook my fingers in her panties and drag them down. "Every part of you."
The eager, greedy sound she makes as she spreads her legs and shows me her pink, glistening slit makes my cock pulse and my mouth water. She's swollen and ready for me, and the knowledge that she wants this as much as I do is intoxicating.
I graze between her legs with the tips of my fingers, barely touching. "Wet little pussy craving your husband's touch, mmm?"
"Yes..." She pushes back against my hand. "Please."
"Please what?" I tease, even though I know exactly what she wants. I just want to hear her say it.
"Touch me. I need you to touch me."
"I am touching you." I drag one finger through her folds, so light it's barely contact.
She whines in frustration. "Logan."
"Tell me what you need, Frankie. Use your words." I circle her clit once, then move away.
"I need—" She breaks off with a gasp as I do it again. “That.”
"There's my good girl." I press more firmly now, sliding two fingers through her wetness. "You feel incredible. Like nothing else. You're so fucking soft and silky, Frankie. I love fingering you."
And I do. I luxuriate in it, taking my time, caressing her until she's shaking and rocking her hips.
Because now I know what it's like to go a month without touching my wife—fucking torture—and I know how hard the next two months are going to be.
So I'm going to memorize every sound, every reaction, every clench of her body.
I'm going to make this week count.
"Please," she whimpers again. "I need you inside me."
"I know, baby. I know what you need." I slide one finger into her, just to the first knuckle, and she clenches around me immediately. "Fuck, you're tight. When's the last time you touched yourself?"
"This morning," she admits, her voice muffled against the bed.
My cock throbs so hard it's almost painful. "Yeah? What were you thinking about?"
"Your mouth, you licking me.”
I add a second finger, pushing deeper. "Did you come?"
She moans.
I take that as a yes.
"Good girl." I start a slow rhythm, working her open. “I’m going to lick you real soon, I promise. But I want you to come first. I’m a greedy man. I want to feel you come on my hand and then on my face. And then once more when I fuck you, because you’ve been a very good girl while we were apart.
" I stroke two fingers in together, finding a spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk.
"Logan." She sounds wrecked already. "Please."
"I've got you."
I work that spot relentlessly, my other hand sliding around to find her clit. She's so wet my fingers slip around that swollen bundle of nerves with ease, and she cries out.
"That's it, let me hear you. No one knows how slutty and desperate you’re being right now, you don’t have to hold it inside.”
She sobs and humps her hips faster. She's close already, I can feel it in the way she's tightening around my fingers, the way her breathing has gone ragged.
“That’s my girl. It’s just you and me and this perfect pussy. Come on, come for me, Frankie. Show me how much you missed me."
She shatters with a cry, her whole body going taut before the trembling starts. I work her through it, gentler now, until she collapses forward onto the bed.
"Fucking beautiful," I murmur, pressing kisses on her spine as I grab a pillow to wedge under her hips so she doesn’t have to hold herself up for the next one. "But we're just getting started."
I ghost my breath between her ass cheeks, enjoying the way she squirms and whimpers as I look at her tight little asshole. Pink and forbidden, and fucking irresistible. I spit gently on it, watching carefully as her pussy clenches around nothing as her other hole gets my attention for a minute.
“I brought your rose,” I whisper as I rub her back entrance with my thumb.
I also brought her wedding ring, but I don’t think we’re at the point where she’s going to want to wear that, not after the scare I had last week.
What we have is still very private, and that’s just fine by me.
“But I think I want to get you a toy for back here, too…” I gently sink my teeth into the curve of her ass and growl with a wave of overwhelming desire. “Would you let me plug you, Frankie?”
“Anything. Yes. Please.”
I tilt her hips up more so I can lean in and drag my tongue through her cunt, groaning at the taste I've been dreaming about for weeks.
She gasps and buries her face in the pillow, her next sounds muffled.
That won’t fucking do.
I pull back just enough for my breath to puff against her swollen cunt. “No, baby. I told you want to hear you."
“Feels so good,” she breathes. “I love that so much.”
I dive back in, licking and sucking, working her clit with my tongue while my fingers tease her entrance. Her inner walls clench around my fingertips.
"That's it," I murmur against her skin. "Take what you need from me."
She shoves her hips up and back, grinding against my face and impaling herself on my hand as she comes apart, waves of pleasure crash through her, and I swear I feel them roll right over me, too.
I’ve yearned for this closeness for a month. Maybe a lot longer than that, on some bone-deep level.
I don't let up, licking her through it until she's boneless and panting.
Only then do I flip her over, making quick work of my jeans before I kiss her, sharing her pleasure off my lips.
"Need you now,” I rasp, reaching for one of the condoms.
I line myself up and push all the way inside her in a slow, deep thrust. Hot, wet perfection. I go still.
For a moment, I just hold there, forehead pressed to hers.
I missed her so fucking much. And now I’m fucking choked by competing emotions.
“I—” But I can’t finish that thought.
“Show me,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist. She holds my gaze and nods. “Show me.”
I start to move. With every thrust, every kiss, every whispered word, I show her exactly how much I've missed her, how much I need her, how completely she owns me. Her wet heat takes everything I have. My whole world narrows to being inside her, to this feeling of returning to my wife.
She’s so fucking tight around me. I’m on the edge of losing control. There’s a powerful part of me that wants to rut into her because it feels so good, but I want that third climax from her.
Her knees squeeze against my hips, then fall wide, which opens her up more for me to sink deeper.
Fuck. Fuck.
“You. Feel. Incredible.” I punctuate each word with a thrust, then hold myself still again, panting against her mouth. “Can you give me another orgasm?”
Frankie rolls her head against the bed, but her gaze doesn’t leave my face. “I don’t know.”
“How do you feel?” I brace myself on the bed with one hand and rub the other over her belly, where I slowly start moving inside her again. “Are you too sore?”
She licks her lips. “No, not sore. Everything is sensitive, but I like it when you’re deep. When you fill me up, the ache goes away.”
Fuck.
“You ache inside?” I press more firmly, stroking her belly as I bury my cock in her, my balls slapping against her wetness. “Here?”
Her hips rock as she works her cunt around my cock, where I’ve stuffed her all the way full. And she stares up at me, our eyes locked.
There, yes.
I shift my body a little, changing the angle. Watching her face, listening to her reactions, feeling her body move against mine.
There, there, there.
My cock fattens up, my need for a release building. Balls heavy, I work in and out, using her tightness to chase my own pleasure as I serve hers, too. Completely in synch now.
There, fuck yeah.
A flush starts to crawl down from her neck, decorating the tops of her tits.
I hunch up, my knees driving down into the bed, and my hand on her belly pushes up to cup a breast, so fucking soft and perfect in my hand.
I bow my head and pull her nipple into my mouth. Sucking. Loving.
She goes taut beneath me, her hips lifting, her cunt squeezing tight in a spasm that drags me right to the brink—and then she explodes, gasping as an orgasm rips through her, rippling through her pussy, all around me, and I lose it.
“God damn it, Frankie, take me. Take all of me.” I thunder on top of her, growling against her tits, snapping my hips to follow her over the cliff.
She wraps her arms around me, my wife pulling me down on top of her, and that’s all it takes, my release explodes out of me like fireworks. Pumping as deep as I can to fill the ache that distance created, that two orgasms didn’t soothe and maybe this third one will only temporarily sate it.
“I didn’t know,” I rasp as I kiss her temple, lifting myself up just enough to not crush her.
“What?” She searches for my mouth, her eyes hooded and glassy.
“That it could be like this.” Our mouths come together softly. And this, too, is different than anything I’ve ever experienced.
When I finally climb off her, she curls into my side, naked, sated, happy. I wrap my arm around her, loving the sweat-slicked cooling of our bodies together. “I’m serious, Frankie. I’ve never felt this close to another person in my entire life.”
“Same.” She walks her fingers down my abs to play in my pubic hair, making my dick twitch even though he’s fully worn out right now. “I’m really looking forward to this time together.”
“If you need to do school work—”
“I don’t.” She rolls her head up to look at me, and flattens her palm against my belly.
“I— You know, I think about school all the time. From the second I wake up to the final moment before I fall asleep, there’s a constant list churning in my mind.
And most of the time, I like that. But when I’m with you, I want to create space to turn down that volume. ”
“Tell me about the list.”
She laughs. “It’s boring. This month it’s a checklist of radiology cases and suture practice. Making sure I get enough hours in the reading room in the morning and the lab in the afternoon.”
“Reading room?”
“That’s where we look at the radiology imaging.”
I stroke my fingers through her hair and ask her more questions about this rotation, and what comes next. At first she’s happy to answer them, but after a few questions, she tightens up.
“Hey, I’m genuinely curious.” I work my thumb along the knotted up muscles between her shoulder blades. “Relax.”
“We don’t have to talk about work right now.”
“Okay. But we have all afternoon. All night. All week. We can talk about anything and everything. I want that with you, Frankie. I could listen to you talk forever. But if you want to talk about something else, that’s okay.”
She kisses my chest, then props her chin on her hand. “I actually wanted to talk about the condoms.”
“Yeah?” My pulse jacks up. “Do you want to ditch them in the summer? I was just following your lead.”
She blushes. “I think…if you’re moving here, then it might be better if I got on birth control, yeah. Because we slipped a couple of times when you were here last time, and…”
Fuck. Yeah, we didn’t talk about that. But it’s good to talk now.
“And since I just fucked you like a man possessed, you want to make sure I won’t slip this time?
I won’t, Frankie. That was…I think I was just so fucking relieved to have you in my arms again.
But I wasn’t thinking. It was hot as hell being bare inside you and I’ll always pull out, but I want you to be comfortable.
So I promise we’ll use condoms every time.
And if you want to get on something for the summer, that will be…
” I roll her onto her back and nudge her with my erection. “Very hot.”
“I want to be bare together, too.” Her breath hitches as she reaches for a condom and rolls it onto me. “In the summer, you’ll be able to just sink inside me…”
She notches me at her entrance.
I push inside.
Chasing that ache deep inside her.
Pretending that I’m bare, that I’m going to fill her up to overflowing this time. And this time, there’s no hurry, this time it’s slow and sexy in yet another new way. We’re sharing a fantasy of the months to come, and the life we’re going to share.