Chapter Eighteen #2
“I want to, and I will.” He lays me back on the bed, and the proof that he wants me as badly as I want him is starkly outlined against his boxer briefs when he steps back. There’s a good chance I might be a little intimidated when those come off.
I take the chance to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, and he discards it, tossing it away from the bed.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Never have I laid eyes on any woman even close to as beautiful as you.
” He kisses a line from my hip to my breasts.
“When I showed up tonight and your nipples were already puckered under your thin tank top, I didn’t think I had a hope in hell of getting out of that front entrance without doing everything my dirty, dirty mind has been dying to do for weeks.
” He flicks his tongue over my thin nightshirt, coating one of the pebbled peaks.
Hearing him talk about me like that—not in a backhanded compliment way, but with words that sound and feel sincere—only ratchets up my desire.
“What do you want to do to me?” I ask. Hearing him say whatever he’s imagined might cause me to spontaneously combust.
“So many things, but I’m going to start by eating that sweet, sweet pussy until you’ve come so many times, you barely remember your own name.”
“You really are competitive about everything.” But I can’t recall the last time a guy went down on me, let alone with enthusiasm.
As he kneels beside the bed, I spread my legs. With his index finger, he draws a line down my center and lets out a groan of satisfaction.
“You want this so badly, don’t you, doc?” He tugs my sleep shorts down my legs, and then he runs his nose along my inner thighs, his beard leaving a trail of heated desire in its wake. So close to where I want him, but not quite there yet.
Without thinking, I sink my hands into his hair, urging him closer.
“Look at how wet you are,” he says. “I love how much you want this. All my dreams coming true.” Then he runs his tongue up my center, and the tiniest whimper escapes him. “Fuck, you taste good.”
He slides his hands under my ass, and then he’s tending to me with the same care and attention he gave that first kiss.
Every gasp and sigh, every clench and moan, seems to guide him, which only pushes me closer to the edge.
I’ve been strung so tight this last month, unable to get myself off in a way that felt satisfying, that it doesn’t take long before I’m cresting the hill and tumbling down the other side.
When I cry out, Logan slips his fingers inside me, pumping in time with my orgasm.
“I love feeling you come around my fingers,” he murmurs against my thigh.
I’ve barely recovered from that high before he’s back licking and sucking, dragging me up the desire mountain again. My breath is quick, surprised at how fast he’s getting me to where I need to be for a second free fall. Sensation is pelting me, a constant onslaught that I’m powerless to prevent.
Most men are satisfied with giving one orgasm, some with none, and I wasn’t even sure I could come a second time.
But fuck me. As I clench the sheets, another one is definitely coming.
He puts both my legs over his shoulders, and his fingers find my nipples, pinching gently.
That’s enough to propel me over the edge again, and I cry out in disbelief that this orgasm is even stronger than the last.
“Logan,” I gasp.
“I got you, doc. I got you.” He kisses a line up my body, and he tugs my shirt off as he goes.
I’m dazed but still so freaking turned on by him that it’s almost frightening.
“I want you,” I say arching into him.
“I don’t know if I’m done savoring,” he murmurs against my neck. “Can you come if I’m inside you?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I haven’t before.”
“If you don’t,” he says, tracing the edge of my face with his fingertips, staring down. “Then I’ll be back eating that sweet pussy until we get our hat trick.”
“I think I might love how competitive you are.”
That draws a genuine smile, and they’re so rare that my chest warms at the sight. So freaking gorgeous.
“I left the condom in my pants pocket. I’ll be right back.” He plants a kiss on my lips, but when he goes to leave, I grab his arm.
“Nightstand. I have a few,” I say.
He opens the drawer and plucks one out.
I tug down his boxer briefs, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him. Definitely above average, and the biggest I’ve ever been with. “That’s…”
“More than you were counting on?” His voice has a teasing note, and when I meet his gaze, my cheeks are hot. “We’ll go slow. I’ve got no interest in this being anything but good for you. I promise.”
There’s no way he can understand how much what he just said means to me.
I loop my arms around his neck and kiss him again. It takes a beat for him to react, but once he does, he’s as into the kiss as he was the first time.
He lays me back and rolls on the condom then widens my legs as he guides himself to my entrance. “You’re still so wet, but if it doesn’t feel good…”
“I’ll tell you,” I say as he eases in.
“Fuck, doc,” he says, and he closes his eyes. “You feel so good.”
The deeper he gets, the fuller I feel. And like everything else tonight, it’s a new sensation. Sweet pressure, not quite pain.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs. “You’re taking me so well. You’re okay?”
“I’m good,” I pant out, overwhelmed by sensation. The combination of being this turned on paired with his size is new territory.
He’s clearly lost in a lust haze, but I’m right there with him.
If anyone had asked me if size mattered, I’d have told them it didn’t.
But when he starts to move, I know I’d have been a liar.
Because this—this—much like the kiss earlier—is on a whole other level.
Once we’re in sync, the stretch isn’t painful, like I might have thought.
The fullness makes me hyperaware of how connected we are, and that only causes another rush of desire.
And to my surprise, with one of his hands cradling my ass and the other on the back of my head, my body starts the climb again.
“Oh god,” I breathe out.
“It’s good? You’re good?” he grits out. “Because fuck, doc, I can’t…” He nuzzles my neck. “I can’t get enough.”
“So, so good,” I gasp, clutching onto him. “I don’t understand how you’re so good at this.”
“Because I want to be,” he says with a strained laugh. “When it matters, I put in the work. It should be good for me, and it should be good for the person I’m with. Doubly so when that person is you.”
Warmth explodes across my chest, and I drag him into another long, lingering kiss as he keeps driving us closer to the edge. It seems improbable, almost impossible, that I’m so close to the brink for a third time in such close succession. All that pent-up sexual tension is flooding out.
“God, Logan,” I say, barely holding onto my sanity.
“Can you come again, doc?” He’s staring down at me with so much intensity.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Just keep going.”
“I’ve got no plans to stop.” Then he buries his head in my neck, his beard scratching against the sensitive skin there, and that one additional sensation shoves me over the edge.
I clutch onto him, the strength of the rush catching me off guard again, and he pulls me tighter against him, as though he’s savoring this too.
“I love feeling you come. The best fucking feeling,” he says, voice strained. “And now I’m going to come too.”