LOGAN #3
“Is this for me, Ace?” I asked, pulling my fingers from her and holding them up.
“Yes,” she whispered, breath ragged, body trembling.
Grinning, I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean, moaning around the taste of her. I licked between them slowly, like she was the sweetest thing I’d ever had.
“Good,” I said, voice low and thick. “Because this pussy is mine.”
I undid my pants and freed myself—hard, aching, desperate to be inside her. I stroked the length of it, dragging the tip along her slick folds, teasing her clit while I tried to catch my breath.
“Fuck me,” she begged, hips lifting toward mine. “Just like that.”
As much as I wanted to flip her over, take her from behind, and fuck her with everything I had, just as badly, I wanted to see her.
I needed to look her in the eyes and watch her face as I sank into her bare. I craved the intimacy. I clung to the way her face tensed just before her jaw went slack, the small moments etched into memory that would stay with me long after this night ended.
Inch by inch, she took me like she was made for it.
My cock disappeared inside her, her warmth wrapping around me so tight it stole the air from my lungs. I groaned when I bottomed out, unable to go any deeper. Then I pulled back—slow, torturous—just to push in again, desperate to feel her squeeze around me.
Skin to skin, I thrust up into her, hand sliding to her cheek as I crashed my mouth to hers. I needed more. All of her. I wanted to be touching her everywhere at once.
Ellie moaned into the kiss, and I slipped my tongue past her lips. She welcomed me without hesitation.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I panted between breaths and kisses.
Ellie’s hand came up, wrapping around my throat. She squeezed—not hard, just enough—and deepened the kiss, her passion burning hot against my mouth. Need. Hunger. Fire. It poured off both of us in waves.
Then, she shoved me back. I stumbled into the couch, heart pounding in my chest.
With a wicked glint in her eyes, she tugged my pants off the rest of the way, straddled my lap, and sank down onto my cock.
“Fuck,” I growled, hands flying to her hips as I crashed her down onto me, hard. She rocked against me—up, down, grinding in tight circles—until my head fell back, my jaw slack with pleasure.
She reached for my wrists, pinning them above my head against the couch cushions. And then she took over.
Ellie rode me like she had no plans of slowing down. Like she wanted to wreck me. And hell, she was doing a damn good job of it.
Up.
Down.
Side to side.
Every move was calculated. Controlled. Destructive in the best fucking way.
She wore that sinful grin, the one that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. She was chasing my release and waiting to catch hers at the same time, just so we could fall apart together.
“I want to feel you,” she muttered against my lips, still pinning my hands away even as I strained to get to her, needing to touch her skin. “Let go.”
Her tongue traced my neck, dragging up to the shell of my ear, where her breath hit hot and ragged.
My body lost its rhythm. The base of my spine sparked, the first waves of release threatening to crash over me.
“I’m close,” I warned, voice barely a growl.
Ellie didn’t slow down. If anything, she moved faster. Her head tipped back, long hair falling down her spine, breasts bouncing as she rode me hard.
“So fucking beautiful,” I groaned.
She let go.
My hands were free, and I didn’t hesitate. One hand gripped her ass, the other cupped her cheek as I yanked her face down to mine.
I kissed her like I’d never stop. Like I never could.
“I love you, Ellie,” I said against her lips, voice raw. “So fucking much. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she echoed, and then it hit. Her body tightened around me, her walls gripping me in a perfect squeeze, warm and relentless.
We shattered together.
Her head buried in my neck, our bodies trembling, slick with sweat, hearts thundering as we clung to each other like the world had fallen away.
Still inside her, she slowed her hips, dragging the last waves of pleasure out with steady, languid rolls.
“I love you,” she whispered again, for the second time tonight.
I let out a breath, still dazed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over hearing that.”
My hands never left her, still wrapped around her body, still needing to hold her close.
Because if I let go—
Even for a second—
I was afraid this would all feel like a goddamn dream.
Except now, she was my reality, and I’d be a fool to ever allow time to steal anything away from us ever again.
“You’re it for me,” I said as we both leveled out.
“When I picture what’s next for me, you’re a part of it,” she confessed. “I’m sorry it took me this long to see it.”
I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and shook my head.
“Don’t apologize for something you weren’t looking for,” I said. “I’m glad the wait was worth it.”
She smiled and kissed me again.
“I have a request,” she added.
“And that is?”
“You spend the night with me, and clothes are banished.”