Six
RENéE
“Inside me,” I whispered, already breathless again and just from Logan’s kisses.
And holy shit, the man could kiss.
The man could also eat pussy like he’d just been wandering through the desert for two weeks and hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in a fortnight.
He broke our lip lock and lifted up a little to gaze down at me as I reached between us, found his cock against my thigh, and notched him at my center.
I was still pretty sensitive from my orgasm, but no way was I ready to call it a night.
I was definitely a multiple orgasm girl, and Logan Conroy seemed like a man up for giving me several.
Slowly, he tilted his hips, and his cockhead breached my pussy.
I was slick, swollen, and primed. He very easily could have just driven right in with no hesitation and caused me zero pain.
But the tenderness and caution in his gaze as he took his time was heartrending.
It also felt incredible. The man was thick and my body took a sweet moment to acclimate to his size.
I moaned from the decadent stretch and the way he just seemed to keep going.
With a soft grunt and the drop of his eyelids to half-mast, I knew he was seated all the way. Brushing his hands over my hair to smooth my locks away from my face, he dipped his head and kissed me sweetly. I kissed him back, looping my arms around his neck as he gently started to move.
Rocking my hips beneath him, I wiggled my butt a bit to find that sweet spot where his pubic bone grazed my clit. When I found it, a long, low moan vibrated in my chest.
Oh, yes. Yes, please.
He picked up speed, driving deeper and harder.
His arm muscles bunched and flexed, holding up his weight.
Tightening my grip on his hair at the nape of his neck, I lifted my hips higher to meet his demands, grunting when a fresh wave of pleasure sprinted up from between my legs, into my belly, breasts, and down to my toes.
Raking my nails down his back, I cheekily gripped his clenching butt cheeks, earning a grunt, followed by a chuckle from the man currently causing my brain to short-circuit.
“Want you on top,” he murmured as he raked his teeth over my jaw to my neck.
“Mhmm.” We weren’t there yet that we could roll over without coming disconnected, so we didn’t even try. This was our first romp of hopefully many, so eventually we’d get there.
He gave one final deep plunge before pulling out and rolling onto his back. I sat up and straddled him, taking in his defined torso with the tight ab muscles, the indents at his hips, and the sexy way his Adam’s apple—which was pretty damn big—bobbed heavy and slow in his throat.
I lifted up onto my knees and gripped him by the base, angling him once again at my center. With our eyes locked, I slowly sank down, taking him inch-by-inch just like he did when he entered me the first time.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned, his chest rising and falling faster. “God, you feel good.”
Planting my hands on his chest for leverage, I started to lift and drop, taking him almost all the way out to the tip, doing a little hip swirl for the both of us, then sinking back down and rocking forward so my clit got that extra bit of friction it craved.
I wasn’t going to last long like this. I always came quickly when I was on top. Something about the angle, the power, and being able to channel my inner cowgirl always made my orgasm sprint up the mountain.
His hands found my hip bones and his thumbs grazes them as he stared up at me in hooded awe, his mouth slightly open. “Not … not gonna last long,” he panted.
Grinning, I reached behind me with one hand and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle massage, then a soft tug.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Seriously, Renée, I’m gonna blow.”
Releasing his sac, I pressed my hands into his chest again and leaned forward a bit more, rocking back and forth rather than up and down. His hips jerked beneath me as he curled his fingers into my hips.
“I’ll come, too,” I reassured him. “I’m there. Just waiting for y—”
“Oh fuck!” he blurted out. His eyes slammed shut and his cock began to throb inside me.
That pulsing sensation of his thickness against the walls of my pussy was enough to push me over the edge.
I rocked forward one more time so his pubic bone grazed my clit, and I exploded.
Hovering over him, my hands splayed on his chest, my hair fell forward as the climax rocked me to my core.
I felt it in my ears, my toes, my nipples, and even my scalp.
Everything tingled and tensed in the most glorifying, exhilarating way until I was left breathless and trembling.
I didn’t realize that I’d closed my eyes until I opened them and found Logan staring up at me, a placid smile on his mouth.
His eyes were still hooded, sweetly dopey, and prompted me to lean down and kiss him.
He uncurled his fingers from my hips and ran them softly up and down my naked back as we came down from our climaxes together, enjoying the aftershocks.
“I’m gonna slip out in a sec,” he murmured, still holding me to him.
“Right.” I sat back up, and he reached between my legs to hold the condom base while I climbed off and retreated to my little bathroom.
“Condom in a tissue and the garbage, right?” he called after me as I sat down to pee.
“Yes, please.”
I did my thing, then grabbed a washcloth and a bit of my special feminine soap to wash down there in case he was interested in round two—particularly with his mouth. Condoms tasted nasty, so I didn’t want to subject him to that taste if I could help it.
Once I was all freshened up, I rejoined him, and we both climbed under the covers. He hauled me to him, and I lay on my side, my head on his shoulder. “That was fun,” he said, kissing the top of my head.
“Mhmm.”
“Do you … want me to … go?”
Glancing up at him, and loving the blatant vulnerability that stared back at me in those dark blue eyes, had me smiling and shaking my head. “Stay.”
He grinned. “You’re sure?”
“We both work the night shift tomorrow. And I make a mean veggie omelet on my little hot plate with my one frying pan.”
“One is all you need.”
I sat back up. “I’m going to wash my face and brush my teeth.”
“Do you happen to have a spare toothbrush kicking around?”
“I just bought two new ones at the grocery store the other day. They were on sale and I haven’t opened either of them. Blue or green?”
“Blue, please.” His playful smile made those horny butterflies in my belly get a second wind and go bonkers.
“I’ll leave it on the sink for you.” Then I ducked back into the bathroom to wash away my makeup so Logan could see the real me.
Not that I troweled the face paint on or anything.
I’d never been able to successfully accomplish a smoky eye or a contour with bronzer and highlighter and all that.
With minty breath and a clean face, I joined him back in bed.
My gaze fell to my phone on the nightstand. “Oh my god. It’s only ten o’clock.”
He snorted as he pried himself up off the bed, yanked on his discarded boxers, and headed to the bathroom. “Give me about thirty minutes and we can go again.” Then he disappeared, closing the door behind him.
I climbed under the covers, my cheeks hurting from my enormous smile. Was it too soon to start thinking about a real future with Logan?
Just because this was our first date didn’t mean I hadn’t been getting to know the guy for the last six weeks. And unless he had more baggage and skeletons in his closet than he disclosed tonight, he seemed like the real deal and someone I could seriously see myself falling for.
“So fresh and so clean,” he said, opening the bathroom door and climbing back into the bad.
I snuggled into him again. “I really like you.” Tonight was all about honesty, and I was still riding the high of two orgasms. “Thank you for being honest with me.”
It was impossible not to see the relief in his eyes when he smiled. “I really like you. Thank you for not judging me or kicking me out. I’m definitely not proud of what I’ve done.”
“It’s only one thing you’ve done that wasn’t probably the best choice. One mistake. Be proud of all the other things you’ve accomplished. Don’t let one failure overshadow a multitude of accomplishments.”
“You’re the real deal, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice cracking in a cute way just a little at the end.
I shrugged. “I try to be.”
“I’m all about the real deal.”
My heart thudded hard against my ribs. “Me, too.”
Then we snuggled down into the covers, and while we didn’t have sex again, the talking was nearly as good as the orgasms from earlier. Logan Conroy really was the real deal, and by the time we fell asleep, I could already feel myself falling.
And I knew without a doubt, Logan would catch me.
We spent the majority of our day in bed. I cooked us both delicious omelets for brunch, since by the time we woke up, had sex, fell back to sleep, then woke up and had sex again, it was nearly noon.
The weather was moderately better today than it was yesterday, so we braved the chilly wind and I took Logan on a tour of the apiary property.
During the spring, summer, and fall, Barrington’s Bees was almost always busy.
The summer saw an insane amount of tourist traffic—especially on the weekends—but since it was a Thursday in the dead of winter; the shop held reduced business hours of ten to two.
Stomping off the mud from our boots, we stepped into the big barns-style shop with the high ceilings, concrete floors and tables of honey jars and bees wax crafts like candles, lip gloss, bees wax food wraps, body butter and lotions, furniture polish and about a million other things.
They even sold bags of beeswax pellets that DIY crafters could purchase to make their own nifty all-natural whatevers.