Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
Logan
I jump in a sitting position as soon as Elizabeth’s alarm goes off. At first, I feel disoriented, like I’m not sure where exactly I am located. A quick glance around the room reminds me that I came to her apartment straight from the airport last night.
Not seeing her upon my return from D.C. was not an option.
I wanted to see her, feel her, take everything she had to give me.
I did not think my plan through, though, when I left the airport and drove straight here.
The night was quiet when I got out of the car and ran up the steps to her apartment.
Just as I reached her floor, I glanced down at my phone, shocked to see how late it was.
Then, I looked up and noticed her lights were still on.
I was surprised, but figured that she must be a night owl, like me.
She opened the door, and all I saw was a tired mess.
She looked so adorable with her hair that had seen better days, and the faint bags under her eyes.
I was in for another surprise when she said that she had been drawing. From what I remember, she had been more into painting, and not necessarily drawing, so I’m curious today when she shows me what she created.
With that thought in mind, I stretch my body, loving the texture of her clean sheets against my skin. They feel a bit more expensive than the ones I have at my house, which I guess shouldn’t surprise me, considering how she grew up.
A second alarm starts blaring from her phone, and I turn my head to look at her, surprised to notice that she’s not reacting in any way.
After a few short bursts of loud sound, the alarm goes into snooze mode.
Reaching to the nightstand on my side of the bed, I blindly look for my phone to check the time.
I squint my eyes when the light from it seems to be just a bit too bright.
I notice that it says it’s a quarter to seven, and I wonder what time she needs to be at work.
Turning on my side, I take a moment to just stare at her face.
She looks more beautiful than ever, more than I even remembered from only a couple of days ago.
I smile as I recall what I said to her last night, wondering if she’ll even remember it this morning.
I really hope that she will, and that we won’t have any awkward moments between us because of it.
I watch her full lips stretching into the beginning of a smile while she is still sleeping. That’s followed by her small nose, scrunching a little, making it obvious that she is a bit amused by whatever she’s dreaming about.
I lift my hand to touch her face and run the tip of my finger over her lips, then up her nose, up and down her cheek, until I reach her forehead. Pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes, my heart squeezes with tender emotion when I feel her pressing her face more against my hand.
Unable to resist, I lean forward and touch my lips to hers. They’re incredibly soft against mine and definitely eager for my kisses.
“Logan,” she sighs, her eyes still closed. “I miss you all the time,” she adds.
My cock instantly stands up at attention.
It’s a combination of morning wood and her words.
This seems to be the reaction I have every time I’m close to her.
In fact, it’s safe to say, that I do think with my cock when it comes to Elizabeth Brown.
She is my weakness in every way, and I don’t have the will to fix it anytime soon.
A loud groan escapes my mouth when she moves closer and places her leg over mine, effectively opening herself to me. If we didn’t have any underwear on, sliding into her would be the easiest thing.
I am unable to resist her when she starts moving her hips, creating the most perfect friction between our already overheated bodies. She moans when I press her back and she falls against the mattress.
“Logan,” she sighs, over and over again. I feed off the frenzy I create within her body.
“Yes, baby,” I whisper back.
While I want to go crazy with it and pound into her right away, I also want to make it last. The last couple of days made me realize how much I missed her.
On the surface, I kept on asking myself the same question, not knowing what I wanted as far as my relationship with Elizabeth went. My subconscious was hard at work.
Last night, as I was holding her tired body in my arms, I saw everything with so much clarity. I love her, and there is no turning back from it. And I already know that she loves me back. We are as solid as they come.
“Logan…” She digs her nails into my scalp, making me wince. But I want her to do it again.
I focus on the straps of her bra, sliding one down her arm, and then the other. I pepper soft kisses from her shoulders to her forearms, watching in awe as her skin breaks out in goosebumps.
When I start placing soft kisses down her chest, with the obvious target being her breasts, she pushes herself into me more. The closer I get, the more pressure she applies.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her in between open-mouthed kisses.
Her eyes remain closed as she continues pressing her chest into me, giving me no choice but to finally focus on the small mounds that are encased in the most delicate lace.
“Don’t go,” she cries out when I lift myself up to rest on my hands.
I lean down to press my lips against hers. She opens for me right away, her eagerness fueling the fire we’re creating together.
“I want you so much, baby,” I whisper against her bare skin right before my tongue makes contact with her bare nipple.
“Yes!” She pushes her herself up, effectively shoving her breast into my mouth. I am definitely not complaining about it. Instead, I apply more pressure, trapping the little nub against the roof of my mouth. It melts like spun sugar on my tastebuds, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
As I do that, I drop to my left elbow while my right hand reaches for the clasp of her bra in the back. Even though my fingers are not as nimble as I’d like, I manage to undo it. I lower one strap down her arm, then the other, in tandem with the attention I give to both of her nipples.
“It feels so good,” she whispers, and my eyes fly to her face. She is finally fully awake, and the look on her face can only be described as one of complete awe.
I hold her eyes as I lean down just enough to flatten my tongue against the skin in between her breasts. I lick up, leaving a wet trail behind, until I reach her neck. I lick up the column that leads me to her adorable pointy chin, until I finally make it to her mouth.
“Good morning, princess,” I tease, then slam my lips against hers.
Her mouth opens to welcome my tongue at the same time that her legs wrap around my waist and her arms go around my shoulders.
She moans in delight, becoming more playful as we go.
It’s all fun and games until she runs the tip of her tongue against my teeth right before she slowly dips it into my mouth.
Everything slows down, making my hips want to move against hers.
I press the length of my hard cock against her wet opening, and my eyes automatically roll to the back of my head.
Suddenly, I don’t even know what I want to get more of. The desire to just sink inside of her is too strong, but I know that the moment I do it will only start the countdown to the finish line.
“I want you so much,” she whispers against my lips when we both pull back at the same time so we could inhale some much needed oxygen.
“I want it slow,” I tell her. “We’re always in a damn frenzy…”
She snickers at that. “Only because we know how good it can make us feel, Lo.”
I smile at hearing the absolute joy in her voice. She sounds and looks happy, and I want her to be like this all the time. I will do anything in my power to make her happy.
“Do it, Logan,” she whimpers as if she can hear the thoughts in my head. “Make me feel good like only you can…”
My entire body tenses when she brings a hand down and wraps it around my cock. Her slim fingers go up and down, and while not as rough as I’d prefer it, they make me harder than ever.
“I want to do so many things to you.” I groan louder when she pumps me a little harder. “You are just perfect for me.” I take a deep breath in when I see literal stars. “You…” I thrust into her had. “Make…” Thrust. “Me…” Thrust. “Want to…” Thrust. “Do…”
I completely lose my breath when she brings the tip of my cock to her opening and brings her hips higher as she pushes her heels against the mattress. My brain is not capable of forming thoughts at this point, which leaves me with only one option, and that is to slide into her.
“Yes,” we both scream at the same time. I’ve either got a lot bigger in size or she got a lot tighter since the last time we were together, but it feels so much different.
Sweat starts dripping from my hair and onto her perfect skin. The sight of it sliding off her body gets me going even more. With my elbows on each side of her head, I pound into her with everything in me. Each time is stronger than the one before.
“I need to come,” she cries out. When she squirms around, I can feel the walls of her perfect pussy tightening around me even more.
With all the strength I can muster while I still pound into her as if my life depends on it, I lean more on the side as I slide my hand in between our bodies. The heat coming off her beckons me to her. Her sigh is of brief relief and somewhat pain when I press the pad of my thumb against her clit.
“Yes!” She brings her hips higher. “Don’t stop,” she whimpers when I take it away.
“Shh, just for a second,” I assure her, then dip my thumb lower until I am able to get it wet by her own juices. I bring it back to the little nub that’s begging for my attention and start making quick circles.
Time stops at some point, and my vision is blurry despite the fact that I don’t want to miss a second of this. I want my eyes on her to witness every single emotion she is willing to share with me.
Even though I have the best of intentions, I get to the point where I can’t wait any longer, but I don’t want to let her down either.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl at her.
Elizabeth doesn’t hesitate for a second. It’s as if the floodgates were open. Her legs tighten up around me while her pussy has me squeezed so hard, there’s a chance I might lose blood circulation down there.
She arches her back, pushing her bare breasts higher. Without taking my thumb off her clit, I drop my mouth to take her nipple into my mouth. I suck as hard as I can without actually hurting her, and it seems to work.
Her orgasm is suddenly too much for me to handle. Gasping for air, I let go of her nipple and come up on my knees. With my thumb still firmly pressed on her clit, I grab her hip with my free hand and finally feel I can let go.
My head is thrown back and eyes are closed as I move my hips back and forth. I want to die like this, feeling this immense pleasure that I experience while inside the perfect body of Elizabeth Brown.
Seconds feel like hours. Way too soon and before I am ready for it, tingles run up and down my spine before settling at the base.
“No,” I groan. “Not yet…”
But my denial is in vain. I have to let go whether I want to or not. The relief I feel when spilling into her is painful, but in a good way. If I wasn’t already on my knees, I would definitely fall over.
I am completely spent, but my hips still move of their own volition. My limbs are weighing a ton now, and all I can think of is how I can drop face first but without crushing Elizabeth under me.
With a bit of effort, I manage to lean to the side without sliding out of her. Instead, I have her turn to the side, mirroring our positions from last night and again this morning when I started all this.
“That was amazing,” Elizabeth gasps out loud, sounding like she just ran a mile.
“It fucking was,” I agree. I am just as winded as her.
I pull her into me more, and the movement causes me to slip out of her this time.
She rests her head over my chest as I am on my back now.
I want to say so many things to her, but I am spent.
Last night was rough and neither one of us got enough rest, which means that we need to get back to sleep. I feel so much more relaxed now.
Just as I relax my body into the mattress, a loud noise comes out of nowhere, causing for my eyes to snap open.
“What the fuck is that?” I wonder out loud. A glance around the room doesn’t show anything out of the ordinary until I notice her phone sitting on the nightstand on her side of the bed. I stretch an arm out to grab it and turn it off when Elizabeth flies out of my arms.
“Oh my God, what time is it?”
I finally reach her phone and turn it over. “Ten to eight.”
“What?” she shrieks. “What does that mean?”
I stare at her in disbelief. “It means that in ten minutes from now, it’ll be eight o’clock.”
She sticks her hands into her hair and pulls. “In the morning?”
“Uh, yeah…” I look at her like she’s talking crazy.
She promptly bursts into tears, leaving me speechless.