Chapter 16 #3
“Stay with me. Don’t go back to that place in your mind.” Because she had, he knew it. She’d gone back to that first attack because he’d asked about her scar. He shouldn’t have done it, but he’d been so furious at the idea of anyone hurting her.
No one hurts my Charlotte.
“This is what happens,” she mumbled, sounding miserable when she’d been panting with desire before. “I can’t get out of my thoughts. Can’t get out of my own head. I want to let go and be in the moment, but I can’t.”
“It’s my fault. I’m the one who asked about the damn scar.” Something they would revisit, later. After he’d given her some fantastic orgasms. “I want you to just feel. Can you do that? Feel me.”
“Maybe…” An exhale. “Maybe if we just get straight to sex. The act of sex. If you just come in me, then it will be all right. It can be different with you.”
Oh, it would certainly be different with him. He stared into her eyes. Nodded. “I’ll come inside you, baby.” Absolutely.
She sent him a tentative smile. Then seemed to brace herself.
Not the way it would work.
“Let’s go,” she said.
He raised an eyebrow at her. She’d go. Go straight into the best climax of her life. He would make certain of that.
Logan slid back down her body. His hands curled around her thighs, and he pushed them apart even more, opening her wide so that he could see, so that he could admire, so that he could taste.
“Logan? I thought—”
“My tongue will be the first part of me to enter you.”
“It—Logan!”
He’d licked her. Not gone into her. Not yet. He licked her clit. A soft, teasing lick. At first. He licked and he kissed and he caressed her with his mouth, building and working her up to a fierce, sensual need slowly. Logan learned what made her gasp. What made her arch against him.
Then his fingers joined his mouth. His fingers stroked and rubbed her clit. His tongue thrust into her. As he’d said, his tongue would be the first part of his body that entered her.
“Logan!” Her hips surged toward him.
There was need in her voice. Desire. Lust that had her voice quivering.
“How about fingers now?” he rasped, and he pushed one finger into her.
Her whole body heaved against him.
Tight. She was so tight. He had to work a second finger into her, and even as he did, his thumb kept rubbing her clit. Harder. Faster.
She started to ride his fingers.
He could help with that. If she wanted to ride…In and out, he thrust his fingers, and she got wetter. Hotter.
She is going to feel insane around my dick.
But she just wasn’t there yet. She had to break apart for him first. “Tell me what you like. Focus on me. Focus on how I feel. Focus on how I make you feel. What. Do. You. Like?” His breath blew gently over her sensitive core.
“This!” She was the one to grab for the sheets. To fist them in her grip. “I like your mouth on me. I like it—like your tongue and your mouth, really like it when—”
“This?” He began to suck her clit. Even as his fingers thrust into her.
“Logan?” Whispered. Rushed. Her body bucked beneath his, and she let out a long, sensual moan as she came.
He felt the climax reverberate through her body, but he didn’t stop. He licked harder. Sucked harder. Pumped his fingers into her as she jerked and twisted and came for him.
She collapsed. Her body sagged back against the mattress as she seemed to go boneless.
That was an excellent start. Unfortunately, there had been no frantic screaming of his name. So he still needed to achieve that goal. Guess I just have to work harder.
Sweat trickled down his back. His dick nearly burst out of his pants. He licked his lips, tasted her, and felt more of his control fray.
Carefully, he eased away from her. He stood beside the bed.
“Logan?” Charlotte blinked as she turned her head to stare up at him.
He drank her in. Completely naked body. Nipples that would drive him to madness. Legs spread. He could see her—wet and pink and ready between those spread legs. Never taking his eyes from her, he stripped. Kicked away his shoes and socks. Yanked off his pants and boxers. His cock bobbed toward her.
She sat up, eyes widening. “Um, so…” A swallow. “That’s a lot.”
You have no idea. He opened the top nightstand drawer. Hauled out a condom. Made sure not to touch the gun in the drawer. Logan put on the condom even as he kept his gaze on her.
“Pretty impressive the way you can do that.” She moved to perch on her knees. “While you never stop watching me.”
Her eyes were on his dick.
“Watching you is one of my favorite things, sweetheart,” he told her, meaning those words. “Watching you, eating you out, and, of course, making love to you.”
Her stare whipped to his face.
He smiled at her.
It must not have been a reassuring smile because she sucked in a quick breath.
“Turn around,” he told her, aware that his voice was deep and thick and pretty much an animal’s savage growl. “Stay on your knees, but grab the headboard.”
“The headboard?”
Logan nodded. “I want you up against the headboard, with your sweet ass toward me. I’m going to get behind you. I’d going to put my dick deep in you, and then I’m going to reach around your body.”
She wet her lips.
“My fingers are going to rub your clit. I’m going to stroke you the way you like.” The way he now knew she liked. Firm. Hard. Fast. “And you’re going to come around my dick. You’re going to come so hard that you scream for me.”
“I hate to disappoint you.” Charlotte shook her head even as she began to turn around. “But I don’t think I’m a screamer.”
You will be.
Her hands rose to curl around the top of the headboard. “Like this?”
He climbed onto the bed behind her. That pert ass of hers arched toward him, and he just had to rub a hand over one cheek. “Almost.” He positioned her ass higher. Pulled her back toward him a little more. Then pushed her legs wide as he settled between them.
He saw her knuckles tighten on the headboard, as if she was bracing herself.
“It’s not going to hurt. I will not hurt you.
Not ever.” With one hand, he put the head of his cock at her core.
Her creamy, tight core. Fuck me. Maybe he’d be the one who screamed—no, roared with pleasure first. Because she already felt fantastic, and he barely had the tip of his dick inside of her.
“You’re going to decide how much you take.
You rock against me. Rub those hips back and forth.
Take me in an inch at a time. Take as much of me as you want.
” Every dark urge inside yelled for Logan to thrust. To shove deep and hard and bury himself in her.
But that was not the way to complete his mission.
So he just dipped the head of his cock inside of her. She felt like freaking heaven. Logan curled one hand around her hip, holding her against him, and the other slipped around her body. His fingers dipped between her legs. Stroked her clit. Rubbed.
Charlotte rocked her hips against him. Slowly at first. As slow as the strokes of his fingers against her clit.
But those slow rocks took him in deeper. Inch by inch.
His strokes became faster.
She arched against him more. Pressed that ass against him harder. Taking him in deeper. Sweet, fucking hell. Deeper.
His teeth ground together. His body curled around hers. His dick lodged in her. Not balls deep. Not yet. Unfortunately. His fingers worked her, sliding over her and stroking harder and harder. Her hair had fallen to the side, and his mouth pressed to the nape of her neck.
“Logan! Logan! I’m so close. I’m close, I’m close!” She slammed her ass back against him. Ground her pussy against his dick and took all of him in.
A ferocious snarl broke from him, but his fingers never stopped strumming her clit.
She stiffened. Shuddered. And screamed as her climax hit.
He felt her inner contractions, and he pounded into her, over and over, and his own release couldn’t be held back.
Pleasure surged through him. The climax had him roaring and bowing his body over hers as he erupted with an orgasm so powerful that the damn room seemed to disintegrate around him.
She chanted his name.
He held onto her for dear life. And as the pleasure raged through him…
This is the way that you consummate a marriage.