Chapter 30 - Logan #2
“Oh, baby,” I nudge her head so she leans back to look at me again.
“There’s not much I wouldn’t do to understand the inner workings of that pretty little head of yours.
I want to know everything that makes you tick.
And if that means reading up on these romance tropes you like to throw in my face, so be it. ”
Her expression softens, and I can’t help but lean down to capture those pouty lips in a slow kiss, nipping on the lower one that she’s always biting down on. When she tries to deepen it, I pull back. Layers of emotion swim in her eyes and I want to dive right into and drown in.
“Do you want to get ready for bed?”
The words are not fully out of my mouth before she’s shaking her head.
“I’m not tired.”
“Do you want to watch some TV?” Please say no.
Another head shake sends her curls, messy from earlier, falling around her shoulder.
This time her hands begin their descent over my chest and straight to the hem of my shirt.
Slowly, she drags it up my torso, her fingernails grazing the skin just enough to send goosebumps spreading over my skin.
I shiver as she continues up to my neck, ducking to allow her to pull it over my head.
I’m not sure where she tosses it over my shoulder, and I couldn’t care less, as her eyes track over my chest.
“Why do you even wear shirts?” She questions. Her fingers go back to lightly touching every ridge and valley of my abs. “It seems illegal to hide all of this away.”
When she diverts her attention down to the button of my jeans, I halt her movement with my hands on her cheeks.
Her green eyes dart up with obvious concern in them.
“I just want to make sure you know you are in control here. We only go as far as you want to. If you want to cuddle, then that’s what we do. If you want to put a wall of pillows between us and go to sleep, I will respect your wishes.”
Her eyes narrow and her lips purse. “You would be okay with that? If I just said no and went to bed?”
I nod my head and place a chaste peck on the tip of her nose. Her eyes flutter at the contact. “Whatever you want, Gwen.”
We stare at each other for a moment, and I wonder if she will decide to end whatever this is right now and go to bed.
I wasn’t kidding. I will follow her lead no matter where it takes us.
Even if my dick, which is currently trying to split open my zipper, would possibly cry. I will go only as fast as Gwen wants.
Placing her hands flat on my chest, she gives a soft shove.
I rock back on my heels and give her a little space, expecting her to tell me this was as far as tonight would go.
Except she doesn’t. Sliding her right arm, then the left from their sleeves in slow motion, she holds the bodice up against her chest for a moment.
Her chest inhales with a deep breath and I follow suit.
On the exhale she releases the fabric from her hold, baring herself to me.
Only I stay locked in on her eyes, waiting for the green light.
I don’t dare break that contact, out of pure fear that if I move a muscle, this vivid dream would disappear from in front of me.
And that’s exactly what this woman is: an absolute dream.
I finally get her approval when she sinks her teeth into her lower lip, nodding her head so gently I would have missed it if I weren’t so intent on catching her every move right now.
My eye skittered down her face, lingering on her lips, then on the column of her neck until I found her breasts on display. Just for me.
I groan outwardly, unable to stop myself as I reach out, tracing her nipple with my knuckle. She shivers, and I watch enraptured as goosebumps erupt on her skin from my touch.
Dropping her dress, which was clutched to her hips, the black fabric pools at her feet. She stands like a goddess in front of me. Completely bare since I stole her ridiculous excuse for panties earlier tonight, aside from her black boots.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I whisper to the universe. I’m about to beg for the exact good deeds I managed to accomplish in my life that led me to this point just so I can redo them over and over again.
I all but fall to my knees in front of her.
Her gasp of surprise tells me she wasn’t expecting it as I reach out and grab her left calf, placing it on my other knee.
I stroke up her leg until I reach the top of the zipper.
But I don’t start pulling it down. No, instead I look right up at her glazed eyes.
“Careful,” she warns. “I might get used to you being on your knees for me.”
I maintain eye contact as I lean forward, dropping a trail of kisses on her thigh leading up to my new favorite place.
“Good,” I reply. “There’s no place I would rather be than between your thighs, dragging my name from your lips.”
I close the distance, latching my mouth to her cunt.
I smile against her when she cries out in pleasure, her hand tunneled in my hair to hold on.
My tongue slides through her, gathering her wetness and letting it coat me like honey.
I feel her start to tremble, and I know she’s close.
Her tells quickly are becoming my favorite thing to look for as she releases a breathy moan, with my name not far behind.
“How many times tonight, baby?”
Her head is thrown back, her mouth slightly opened. She’s so close, but I need her to answer, so I pull away slightly. She registers the change immediately and drops her hazy gaze down.
“How many times tonight, Gwen?”
“I—I don’t—-”
“Give me something to work toward.”
“Two?”
I shake my head, my tongue darting out once to tease her. She tries to pull me to her and groans when I retreat again.
“More,” I state in a firm voice.
Her eyes widen. “More? You sound awfully sure of yourself.”
I smirk, fighting against the need to continue my exploration when she bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes darkening on me. “You underestimate me, baby.”
Her eyes dart over my shoulder, falling slightly. The flush overtaking her chest now expands to her cheeks. In a small voice she admits, “I’ve never had more than two in one night.”
As much as it pains me to think of her with anyone else, I remind myself I’m the one she’s with now. And that’s how it will always be.
The thought barrels through my mind, but it feels so right that I manage not to freak out over it. Because it’s true. Gwen is mine. Even if she’s not ready to hear it yet.
“What do I get if I can make you come more than twice?”
Her legs start to close, but I’m still between them, and I halt her movements.
“You won’t,” she says sternly.
“Then it won’t hurt to make a little wager if you’re so sure I can’t.”
Playfully, she rolls her eyes. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my head back to look at her head on.
“What do you want?” Her voice is like silk as it slides between us.
She’s so effortlessly sexy, and it does things to me. Things I never imagined possible, but they are with her.
“I want you to bid for me at the date auction.”
Gwen huffs out a surprised laugh. “Still stuck on that, are you?”
“Absolutely,” I admit. “Because if it’s not you, I won’t do it.”
“What if I get outbid?”
“Baby, I’ll give you all the money in the world if you’ll be mine.”
I watch as her chest rapidly expands and falls at the admission she wasn’t expecting to tumble from my lips.
“What do I get if you can’t exceed expectations?”
I hum, pretending to think about it for a second.
“Let’s not speak in hypotheticals, Gwen.” I don’t give her a chance to respond as I dive back in, eating her pussy like it’s my life source.
Her sweet cries are music to my ears while I suck on her clit.
Her hips jerked up to meet my mouth like she needed more friction.
Teasing a finger at her entrance, I give her that, as I lap her up at the same time I insert one, then two fingers.
Her walls pulsate around them, and I know she’s close.
So, I curve my fingers upward, remembering how it drove her wild earlier.
That does the trick as she clamps her thigh against my head. Her hands almost rip my hair from my skull, but I could not care less as she rides out her pleasure against my face.
I ring out the final moments of her orgasm with my mouth until she falls back against the bed. Her chest heaves like she just ran a marathon. It’s the lazy grin on her face that does it for me, though. That and the flush I watch paint her porcelain skin on display.
While she comes down for a moment, I take the time to finally relieve her of her boots. Placing kisses from knee to ankle, I slide each one off until both of her feet are flat on the floor again. I stand to my feet as she rises to her elbows, looking up at me like it’s my turn to become her meal.
I begin to put my knee on the bed, ready to crawl up to her and worship her some more. But she’s not having that when she shakes her head at me.
“Nope. That’s not fair.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “How was that not fair?”
“You’ve had me twice tonight.” She quirks a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me. “It’s my turn.”
“But I have at least two more to go to win our bet.”
I reach for her hip, but she quickly thwarts my movements by getting on her knees and taking a few steps back.
The sight nearly has me coming in my pants, which honestly wouldn’t be hard.
If the air kicked on right now, I bet the slight breeze from the AC across the room would have me embarrassing myself like a middle school boy.
She flicks her hand at me. “Take them off.”
Enjoying the authority in her voice a little more than I probably should, I bring my hands to the button of my jeans without another thought. Flicking the button, I watch her eyes follow my hand as she pulls the zipper down.
I stop, waiting for her eyes to meet mine so I can see how bright they are. And I’m not let down when those green irises pop up, anticipation written all over them. I bet mine are the same way as I grow tired of the tease, desperate to touch her again.
Pushing down my jeans, I take my boxers with them, and I have to force myself not to sigh of relief as my erection springs free.
Kicking my clothes away, I meet Gwen at the foot of the bed once more. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, her mouth parting on a sigh.
I reach out, softly thumbing the bottom curve of her lip until she looks back up at me. My hand cups her jaw, tilting her face. She turns with my direction, but nips at my thumb. The sassy smirk on her face spurs me on further.
I apply pressure against her lower lip, pushing it down to open her mouth wider for me as I slide my digit in. Lust overcomes me as I watch her mouth close around it.
“Suck,” I demand. My dick pulsates between us when her eyes flash and she does exactly what I tell her.
The feeling coursing through me at her obedience is an immediate addiction. I press against her tongue until she opens her mouth again, then slide my thumb back out, spreading her saliva against her lips and down her chin. I grip her with my forefinger and drag her toward me.
“Good girl,” I murmur, claiming her lips with mine.