Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
LOGAN
I press my lips to hers at the same time my cock slips into her heat. There’s no resistance, she’s drenched and relaxed. She looks totally spent, beautifully ravaged, but I’m not ready for our bodies to part. Not for a second.
Her pussy envelopes me, making stars appear in my vision.
I check her eyes to see if this is too much, but what stares back at me pushes me further toward the edge.
Her fuzzy, contented look turns darker by the second, as if she’s coming alive in front of my eyes.
The gorgeous sight slows my thrusts, which I guess she doesn’t appreciate because she grabs my shoulders and flips me over to my back, any sign of exhaustion long gone.
Pressing her palms into my chest, she lifts her hips and sinks down on my hard cock, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Fuckkkk,” I whisper.
She rides me hard and fast, like she can’t get enough of me. My hands travel over her, trying to be everywhere at once. On her hips, helping her ride me with reckless abandon. On her tits, rubbing and twirling the tightened peaks. On her ass, digging into her soft flesh.
Her moans fill the room. She rides me to heaven and back, inching me closer and closer to my orgasm. And when I feel her pulse around me, her whole body trembling, there’s nothing to do but to follow her, filling her with my cum.
Her head drops to my sweat slicked chest, but she doesn’t say a word. There’s no need to. No words could measure up to what just transpired between us.
She shifts to move, but my cock weeps at the thought of leaving her body. I want to stay buried inside of her until I’m fully soft, only to grow hard again. So I do exactly that, maneuvering us so that she’s on the bed, but we’re still connected.
She releases a sigh, and I feel her breath deepening as she falls asleep. There’s no doubt in my mind that I want us to be more than we currently are. There’s no doubt in my mind that I want us like this, every single night, after saying good night to Asher and Olivia.
Tomorrow, I have to tell her I’m finishing the deck. I can’t keep that from her any longer. The charade has been going on for too long.
I can only hope that I’ve done enough to convince her. I showed her I’d want more a bunch of times. The ball’s in her court now.
We wake up, a mess of tangled limbs, with smiles on our faces.
“Let me make us breakfast,” I say, propping her perfect ass on the kitchen stool.
“I can do that.” She waves me off.
“I know you can. But I want to do it.”
Finally, she shrugs, her hands circling the coffee mug. I get to work, biting the inside of my cheek the entire time.
I’ll plate the eggs and bacon and tell her that the deck will be done tomorrow. But as I place the plate in front of her, she shoots me a smile that fully incapacitates me.
One that both lights up my insides and debilitates me with fear of losing it. No, last night and this morning were perfect. And I won’t ruin it with deck talk.
Quickly, I convince myself of a different plan, ignoring the fact that this is only procrastinating a moment I dread.
But if there’s even the slightest chance that my announcement will remove this perfect smile from her face, I don’t want to do it. Not today.