Chapter 32 #2
The wind is rustling the leaves in the trees, and I can hear the faint call of an owl but the only thing that matters is the taste of him on my tongue and the way his hands hold me close, fingers digging into my hips.
I feel my panties dampen as the heat of his body overwhelms my senses.
Nobody has ever made me feel like this except Logan.
The way he kisses me feels like he’s trying to make up for lost time. It’s all consuming, and I can’t get enough as I slowly rock back and forth on his lap. My hands wander and he inhales sharply when my fingers graze his warm skin at the waistband of his pants.
“Should we go inside?” he murmurs against my lips but doesn’t stop kissing me.
When I don’t respond, he reluctantly breaks the kiss and insists, “We should go inside.” His hands drag slowly up my back, making their way under my hair to the nape of my neck.
“Yeah.” I nod breathlessly.
Cupping my face, his thumb brushes across my cheek. His eyes search mine. “Are you sure? If we do this, there’s no turning back. I won’t be able to let you go again.” His voice is rough with need, but I can hear the vulnerability behind his words.
Swallowing hard, I say, “I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to be scared.”
Standing, he scoops me up bridal style into his arms. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and inhale his spicy scent deeply as his grip tightens around my thighs. Pushing his way through the back door, he adjusts my body in his arms so he can shut and lock it behind us.
Kicking off his shoes, he quickly carries me through the dimly lit living room straight into my bedroom. Gently, he sets me down on the floor and backs me into the room. “Can I undress you?”
I nod.
“I’m going to need your words, okay baby?”
“Yes. Yes, I want that.” His kisses become more frantic as he removes my clothes.
The room echoes with a chorus of gasps, groans, and the sound of desperation.
My hands reach under his hoodie, and I find a tight-fitting T-shirt.
Breaking the kiss, I mutter in frustration, “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
“Here, let me help you.” Quickly, he tosses his hat and reaches behind his shoulders, grabs the fabric and in one quick motion both shirts are off and fly across the room.
“Impressive.”
He smirks as my own hoodie is yanked up and over my head before I even have time to reach for his pants. His hands quickly unclasp my bra and my breasts tumble free.
“Fuuuck, I have been dreaming about these,” he groans as his palms cup and squeeze them together. Dipping his head, he takes a taunt nipple in his mouth, sucks hungrily, then switches to the other side. My hands pause on his hips momentarily as I lean into the sensation.
“Oh my god.” My breath becomes uneven as I slide my hands into the back of his pants and push them and his boxer briefs down over his ass, his hard length springing free. Jesus, I don’t remember it being that big.
“Off,” I demand as he quickly pushes them down his legs and steps out of them, kicking them into the corner of the room with his socks. My own shoes, pants, and underwear rapidly follow. Stepping back, his eyes roam over my body and he hums in appreciation.
Ducking my head, I suddenly feel shy, and he notices my hesitation.
“What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”
“No, no,” I shake my head, “it’s just my body isn’t the same.
” The vulnerability I’m feeling standing completely nude before him is startling.
I consider myself very confident and I love my body, it’s just different than it was the last time we were together.
My hips are rounder, tummy is softer, and boobs aren’t as perky as they once were.
And Logan…well, he looks like a tattooed Greek god.
“Look at me, baby.” He slips two fingers under my chin and pushes up so he can look into my eyes. “You are stunning, and I’m completely obsessed with every version of you. If you let me, I will show you just how much.”
Smiling softly, I agree. “Okay.”
My concerns are washed away as he dips his head again and he sucks on my pulse point.
His mouth travels up my neck and back to my lips in a desperate kiss as he continues to walk me backwards until the queen-size bed hits the back of my knees.
Falling into the middle, I scooch my body up the soft sheets towards the pillows and he crawls above me bracing his weight on one forearm.
His lips only linger on my throat for a moment before they crash into mine again and I can’t get enough. His hand travels leisurely over my hip, down my thigh towards my centre. I arch my hips towards his touch, heart pounding with anticipation.
When he reaches my pussy, he pauses for a moment, giving me a chance to change my mind. Not happening, I’m fully in. I cover his hand with my own and encourage him to continue his exploration. His fingers glide easily through my slick heat.
“Look how wet you are. Is this all for me, baby?” he mumbles against my lips, his voice low and rough as he rubs slow, gentle circles around my opening.
“Stop teasing. I need more.”
“So, demanding. Like this?” Two fingers dip into my entrance and move in a steady rhythm, the palm of his hand pressing on my clit. The pressure draws a moan from deep in my throat. I grip his shoulders as my breathing becomes faster.
“Feel how tight you are around my fingers?” He continues thrusting and twisting as he adjusts his hand so his thumb can brush slow circles over my clit. I feel like I’m going to come undone, every nerve ending is lit up as he coaxes me higher and higher.
“You like it when I work you open like this, don’t you, dirty girl? Don’t hold back, I need to feel you fall apart all over my fingers.”
Every stroke of his fingers and circle of his thumb brings me closer to the edge.
“Don’t fight it, baby. I want to see you lose control.”
I cry out helplessly as waves of pleasure roll through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. He doesn’t take his smoldering brown eyes off me as I fall apart in his hands.
“That’s it, you are doing so well,” he murmurs as his strokes slow. He tracks every small gasp and groan falling from my lips like he’s committing this moment to memory.
“You are so beautiful when you come for me like this.” His fingers leave me, and he brings them to his mouth, smirking as he sucks them clean. Good lord this man is going to kill me. “Mmmm, I want more. Let me taste you?”
“Later.” Breathlessly, I meet his gaze and without another word I push him onto his back and slide my hands down his chest, over his hard abs and grasp his thick, hot cock in my palm and squeeze. His hips eagerly push forward into my touch.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”
His voice is wrecked as he tips his head back with a moan.
Logan is the most vocal man I have ever been with and it’s ridiculously hot.
I stroke him with slow deliberate movements, my thumb gliding and circling over the slick bead at the tip.
I love the way his muscles tense and his jaw tightens as he tries to maintain a sense of control.
Leaning forward, I kiss along his jaw towards the corner of his mouth.
His hand tangles in my hair and his breaths become ragged as I continue in a steady rhythm up and down his shaft.
“Oh my god, you need to stop or I’m going to come.
I want to be inside you when I do. I need to feel you come on my cock.
Please, baby,” he begs as his hips continue to snap into my hand.
In an instant, he grabs my wrist forcing me to stop, and I gasp as he flips me effortlessly onto my back and pins me beneath him.
The muscles in his forearms and neck become corded and strained as he fights to remain in control.
“I need you,” I plead. “I have an IUD and I’ve only been bare with you. Ever.” I silently thank my past self for talking about our history the other night.
“Fuck, baby, you have no idea what hearing that does to me,” he groans. “Tell me you want this. I need you to be sure.”
“I do. Please, Logan, I want you.” My body is aching with need for this man.
“I love when you beg so pretty, my dirty girl.” He doesn’t waste another moment before he grabs himself, lines up at my entrance, and lunges inside me in one deep stroke.
Gasping, I arch my back at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
My legs wrap around his waist, and I pull him deeper.
Moaning his name, my nails drag down his back.
He lets out a strangled growl as he slams into me again, barely allowing me to adjust to his hard length. His pace becomes relentless.
“Feel that baby?” he growls as his hips snap. “Your wet pussy coating my dick?” Another hard thrust makes me cry out his name. The muscles in his shoulders and arms bunch as he moves above me.
My hands travel up his back into his hair and tighten as he fucks me fast and deep, every plunge leaves me breathless. His hand drifts up the column of my neck, fingers wrap around my throat, lightly squeezing as he holds me in place.
“You love this, don’t you?” His stormy brown eyes lock onto mine, his voice rough. “You love being laid out under me as I fuck you hard.”
Whimpering, I nod arching up into him, rubbing my needy clit along his base, coming completely undone with the filthy words falling from his lips.
“Use your words, baby. Tell me how much you love it.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, I love it.”
“Good girl. You have always been my good girl.” He dips his head, kissing me hard. I bite his bottom lip as his hand slides down to my soaked pussy. His fingers rub in small circles as he continues to pound into me. Oh my god, I can barely catch my breath as my heart pounds in my chest.
“I need you to come, baby. I want you to fall apart all over my cock before I fill your tight cunt with my cum.”
Fuck, the words from this man’s mouth are going to send me right over the edge. The pleasure becomes almost unbearable as he drives me higher. Nobody has ever known my body like Logan does. My heart races and tension coils tight in my lower belly with every jerk of his hips.
The rhythm between us grows frantic and desperate as my body teeters on the brink of climax. “Come, baby. I want to feel you let go,” he demands with a growl.
Crying out, I explode. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my body as my pussy clenches around his cock. My toes curl as my fingers dig into his back, my entire body shaking as I drown in the overwhelming sensation of him.
He fucks me through it, as he chases his own release. I know he’s close when his pace loses rhythm and with one last deep thrust, he spills inside me.
Hearts racing and breathless, neither of us move for a moment. Our bodies slick with sweat, I feel completely boneless beneath him. He pulls back just enough to look down at me. His eyes, so dark and heated just moments ago have softened
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice still rough.
“Very.” I smile contently as I run my fingers along the stubble of his jaw to his swollen lips.
A lazy grin pulls at the corners of his mouth as he brushes my hair from my face and dips his head to kiss me.
There is less urgency now. His caresses have become tender as his hands explore and relearn my body.
I love how my dominant and commanding man from only moments ago has slipped back into this gentler version of himself.
I whimper as he slowly eases himself from me.
Rolling to his back he pulls me flush against him, my head resting on his still pounding heart.
His fingers trail soothingly up and down my spine like he can’t stop touching me even now.
His arm locks around me like he’s afraid to let me go even for a moment.
My face stays buried in his chest, neither of us speaking, just living in the moment. This feels too easy. Too natural, like no time has been lost between us as the warmth of his body surrounds me.
Whispering over the sound of our breath, I ask, “Will you stay?” I need the rest of this night, but my heart is asking for more.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He places a kiss onto the top of my head and holds it there for a moment.
My throat tightens with emotion. So many nights I laid awake wondering if I would ever feel this level of intimacy ever again. My heart has always belonged to Logan.
He lets out a heavy breath as his hand slides up and threads through my hair, tilting my face just enough so I can look into his eyes. “God, I have missed you,” he murmurs, voice rough with emotion. “I never wanted to believe I would get a second chance.”
My eyes well up and my heart squeezes as he brushes his thumb over my cheek catching a stray tear. For a moment, we just stare at each other, breathing in the same air, neither one of us wanting to look away.
“I missed you too.” This isn’t just sex; it’s about tearing down barriers and beginning to heal.
“Are you sure you’re, okay?” He searches my eyes for an answer.
Swallowing, I brush his damp hair from his forehead. “I am now.”
Something shifts in his expression, and he kisses me once again, slow and deep.
Shifting our weight, he pulls me on top of him.
Smiling against my lips, he runs his hands up my ribs to my breasts.
Breaking the kiss, he pushes me back into a sitting position.
My wet pussy lips glide against his already erect cock.
My eyes widen and he smirks. Short refractory period – noted.
“Think you want to try that again? We are making up for lost time and all.” He smirks as his fingers ghost lower, and my breath catches as his thumb grazes my clit.
Smiling, my eyes meet his. “So much time.”