Chapter 19 #2
Olivia moans as I settle between her legs, and she shifts her core over my cock. “Logan . . .”
“You sure, Liv?” I growl. “Be fucking sure. Because this changes everything.”
“It doesn’t have to,” she whimpers and attacks my mouth, but I grab her chin, stopping her. Battling for control. Not of her. Of myself.
Control that’s hanging by a fraying fucking thread.
“Yeah, Liv, it does.” I lick into her mouth again, holding myself back. “It has to. But it’s up to you. You hold all the power. You always have and always will.”
“It takes a strong man to give up control, Logan,” she whimpers and grinds down against me. “And that kind of strength is incredibly sexy.”
“I don’t need control to show strength, Olivia. Either you want this or you don’t. The choice is yours.”
With shaky hands, she unbuttons the top two buttons of my shirt and presses her pouty lips against the hollow of my throat. “Sounds like we better make this life-changing then, husband.”
I slide my finger along the edge of her silk thong and smile. “As you wish, wife.”
Our eyes lock, and I drag the pad of my finger around her clit and watch her eyes close and her mouth part as I sink my finger deep inside her.
“So fucking tight, Liv.”
“More . . .” she pants, and I drag my mouth over her shoulder and up her neck. Scraping my teeth along her heated skin, loving the way she’s already trembling in my arms. She locks her ankles behind my back and drops her head against the wall behind her, giving me better access.
“That’s my girl,” I tell her as I stuff her hot fucking cunt full of my fingers and curl them.
Just . . . fucking . . . right . . .
Olivia goes off like a goddamn firecracker. Explosive and beautiful and all fucking mine.
She rides my hand like a fucking goddess.
Like she can’t get enough.
And when I pull my fingers from her body, her gorgeous green eyes, the color of a black cat’s, open wide in protest. “Patience, sweetheart.” I take my soaked fingers and paint her pretty lips with the evidence of her orgasm, then suck them between mine, licking them clean.
“Fucking delicious. I can’t wait for you to sit this pretty pussy on my face so I can fucking feast, wife. ”
“Jesus, Logan,” she moans. “Stop teasing me.” Her hands reach between us for my belt, and she licks into my mouth, nipping my lips. “Do you have a condom?”
With one hand still around her waist, anchoring her to the wall, I reach for my wallet and grab a condom.
Her eyes light up as she takes it from my hand. “Thank fuck.”
She drops her legs, and her dress falls back down like a silken waterfall around her as she forces me to let her go and stands.
Olivia kisses the underside of my jaw. “Such a boy scout, husband. Always prepared.”
I don’t tell her it was wishful thinking when I put that in there earlier today.
My muscles strain with want as she rips the condom open with hurried hands and looks up at my through lowered lashes. One strap of her dress has slipped off her shoulder, catching on her breast, and my mouth waters. “Livvy . . . you’re playing a dangerous game.”
Her lips lift into the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. “Guess it’s a good thing I play to win, Adler.”
I spin her away so her back is to my chest, and her cool skin warms beneath me. “Hands against the wall, Liv.”
This little firecracker does as she’s told and throws a wicked grin over her shoulder. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck me . . . But I like the sound of that.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, then drag my tongue down her spine and over both dimples just above her ass, dragging the blue silk up her legs until all I see is creamy skin and a single scrap of a matching blue silk thong.
“You are exquisite, wife.” I bury my face between her legs, and she moans, long and loud and sinfully sexy. “You deserve a bed, Olivia. You deserve to be laid out where I can feast on this pretty pussy for hours.”
“Then fuck me fast, Logan, and we’ll go to my place five minutes from here and do it over and over again, all night long. But please, fuck me first.”
My hands run over the delicate curves of her thighs as I drag her back against my face and lick and suck and bite until she’s screaming again in seconds.
Until her legs are shaking and my restraint is cracking.
Until neither of us can take any more.
Only then do I stand, wrapping my hands around her hips, notching the head of my cock at her entrance, and sliding home into a tight heat like I’ve never felt.
Hers. All hers.
And she’s all fucking mine.
I hiss at the perfection that is the way this woman fits against me. Around me. And I hold still, giving her body time to adjust to mine before we move together. “Logan . . .” she cries.
“I’ve got you,” I promise and shift my hips, slowly at first.
So damn slowly, it’s torture.
The kind you’d fight for.
Die for.
Until she relaxes.
Until her breathing picks up, and her hips move against me.
Until we’re both fucking lost, and I wrap her gorgeous hair around my fist and pull her head back, her face tilting to mine, and our lips crash. We’re a tangle of teeth and tongues, furious and fucking perfect as we move together.
Until I’m growling against her mouth. “My fucking wife.”
“Yours,” she moans and sucks my tongue as my fingers circle her clit, working her into a frenzy. Her hips bucking against mine in a filthy fucking rhythm I’ll never forget. Not until my dying day.
And when she comes against me, I pull out and lift her in my arms, spinning us so my back is against the wall, taking all our weight and sinking back inside her body.
Her beautiful skin is flushed as her breasts bounce with each snap of my hips.
Each rise and fall of her body. “Oh God, Logan. I can’t . . .”
“One more, wife. Give me one more,” I demand and lick at her lips, my fingers digging into her ass.
Harder. Faster. Until she’s shaking and I’m swallowing her screams as I follow her into the sweetest fucking salvation I’ve ever known, filling the condom between us as Liv clings to me, gasping for breath.
We stay like that for one long moment before reality crashes back down, and I realize where we are and just how many people could have seen us.
Shit.
“How fast did you say we could get to your house, Olive?”
Her green eyes sparkle as she looks over my shoulder. “Five minutes, if we run. But I can’t run in these shoes, Logan.”
I put her back down and get rid of the condom. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I can carry you.”