Chapter 18 Sierra
Eighteen
Sierra
“Seth? You in here?” Logan calls when we arrive back at their house.
Silence greets us.
“We’re golden,” he says, and swoops down for a kiss. His tongue explores my mouth leisurely, and I sway toward him. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he murmurs against my lips.
I lead him by the hand to the bathroom. “I was thinking about this on the way,” I say playfully. “We’re not just being professional sharing a shower, we’re being conservationists as well. Arizona is in a thirty-year drought, after all.”
“I’m glad we’re doing the responsible thing,” he says, watching me with hooded eyes as I shimmy out of my clothing. He reaches past me to warm up the water, then strips off all his clothing too.
I let myself look at him this time. His body is magnificent. The muscles of his shoulders, the well-formed arms, the dusting of brown hair on his powerful chest. The second dusting of hair starts at the bottom of his well-defined abs and trails downward. His legs are brawny and powerful.
And of course, it would be rude not to notice what has already risen to greet me. Cocks aren’t supposed to be beautiful, but his is: thick, rose-colored, his veined shaft topped with a smooth, rounded tip.
It jerks up as I stare at it. Don’t worry, I’ll love on you soon, I promise it silently.
He holds out his hand in a “ladies-first” gesture, and I precede him into the shower.
I scarcely turn back to face him before his arms are around me, our bodies crashing together.
He grunts softly and sets a hand on the wall to steady himself as I climb him like a tree, swinging my legs around his hips and hoisting myself up.
The warm water streams down around both of us, wetting down our skin and hair, and it feels magical and otherworldly and so, so erotic that I’m panting and trembling.
I shift around, trying to line him up so I can impale myself on him.
“Slow down, baby. Let me wash you first,” he says as he gently untangles himself from me.
He squirts some body wash onto his hands, and the air is perfumed with the sea-salt scent I so love on him. It doesn’t quite smell the same as it does on his skin, but even still, my mouth waters at the thought of him bathing me in his scent.
His palms are gentle, worshipful, as he rubs the body wash in circular motions across my skin, soaping up around my shoulders, then down my arms. My skin lights up everywhere he touches me.
My breasts are quivering, desperate to be touched, but he passes by them to wash my belly, and then my hips.
He turns me around and kneads into my sore back muscles, and I moan in pleasure.
He retrieves my shampoo—good man, not using the inferior male-marketed stuff—and then gently massages the shampoo into my hair.
It’s heavenly, and I lean back against him.
His body is cool to the touch, shivering, and covered in goosebumps. I turn up the water temperature and wrap my arms around him to warm him. “You see what I meant about shower sex?” I say as I drag both of us forward until we both just barely fit under the flow of water. “Too hot or too cold.”
“Worth it,” he says. “I’ll freeze my ass off anytime to do this.” He rubs his wet, slippery hands over my butt cheeks. “Let me finish.”
He kneels in front of me and lifts my leg onto his knee, opening me up for him. My face feels so hot as he gets a good look at everything between my thighs. He runs his soapy hands through my curls, gently cleans my folds, then cups water in his hands and rinses the soap off.
Then he leans forward and gives me a long, slow lick. My loud moan echoes throughout the shower.
Something in him seems to snap after that first taste.
He lifts my leg onto his shoulder and dives in with almost obscene enthusiasm.
He is sucking, licking, running his fingers up my inner thighs to pull my lips apart for deeper access.
My fingers dig into his wet hair, trying to drag him to the spot I need him most, but he holds off, torturing me.
Before long, I am keening, sobbing, bucking against his face, desperate for climax.
My skin is damp and feverish as my sweat mixes with the shower’s hot spray.
He finally takes mercy on me and turns his attention to my poor, desperate clit.
He licks it with such exquisite pressure that all I can do is moan pitifully as my pleasure rises and rises.
Then I reach the top. Guttural moans burst from my throat as sweet, almost painful pleasure detonates within me.
My back arches, and my leg slips off his shoulder.
I almost fall, but he catches me and pulls me against him, our skin damp and sticking.
I cling to him, swaying, kissing sloppily against his mouth that tastes of the most intimate part of me.
I feel so dizzy, from the heat, from the incredible orgasm, that blackness starts to gather at the edges of my vision.
“I need to get out,” I murmur, trembling. “The heat…I think I’m going to faint.”
Logan is a man of action. He immediately shoves aside the shower curtain and carries me out of the shower. He sets me on the sink counter and quickly fetches me a glass of water. It’s cool and refreshing against my tongue. I gulp it down and hand it back to him to refill.
His hand tenderly pushes the wet hair out of my face. “You’re okay?”
“Just a little overheated.”
Logan, who was not under the hot spray, stands before me shivering slightly, skin pale.
“Shower sex is dumb,” I say with a shake of my head. “You’re freezing. Get back in, warm up, and wash yourself off. Then we’ll have sex in a bed like god intended.”
He laughs a little at that. “If you’re sure you’re okay? I’ll be quick.”
I drink water and watch, appreciating that Logan keeps the shower curtain open for my benefit. His eyes are dark and intense as he watches me watching him rub soap all over his body. He is such a beautiful man, my heart aches a little.
***
It’s the first time I’ve seen his bedroom, and I take a second to look around. It’s cozy and warm, with lots of artsy photographs of glittering cave rock formations.
“Did you take these?”
He wraps his arms around me as we look at one. “Yes. Trust me, these are, by far, the best. I got lucky.”
“They’re beautiful. Wait…lotion,” I say when he pushes me onto the bed.
“Lotion?” he asks against my lips.
“It’s so dry here, you have to.”
I can’t help but put on a show, rubbing the lotion in slow, seductive circles across my skin like he did for me in the shower.
I spread it over my belly, then raise my arms to spread it onto my shoulders and upper back, my breasts bobbing.
Those need moisturizing too, of course. I probably apply more lotion to my breasts than I need, but I can’t help but add one more coat.
It feels so good to touch them, and to watch Logan’s face as I softly pinch my nipples and knead the sensitive flesh.
“You’re making me jealous of your hands,” he commented dryly. “Are you nearly done?”
He has one arm behind his head as he leans against his pillows and watches me. He is so comfortable in his naked, aroused state, it takes my breath away.
“Not yet.” That came out hoarser than I intended.
I clear my throat. “Moisturizing is important.” I lift my leg on the bed, wider than I’d ever do by myself.
I smooth the lotion over my calf and up my thigh, slowly brushing my fingers at the inner seams of my legs.
Logan lets out a heavy groan. Then I switch sides.
“You’re killing me, Sierra.”
I hide my smile. “You’re not going to put on any lotion?”
He shakes his head. “I have better things to do right now.”
“Now, Logan. Your skin is going to turn into wrinkly leather if you don’t take care of it.”
His voice deepens. “Put it on me?”
I crawl over the bed toward him. His eyes are dilated. I warm up some lotion between my hands. “On your belly. I’ll do your back first.”
I straddle him, wondering if he can feel how wet my inner thighs are on his lower back. It’s quiet in the room, except for our breathing and soft sounds of the lotion slicking as I warm it up between my palms.
I rub lotion along his thick shoulder muscles, enjoying the hard biceps and triceps beneath my hands, so defined and cut.
Down his firm, muscular forearms and strong hands.
I kiss his calloused fingertips, then suck them into my mouth.
I grin around them when he groans. I run my tongue up and down his thick forefinger a few times, sucking lightly, before taking pity on him and releasing his fingers with a pop.
His back muscles are next for my attention, which I massage down to the narrow waist. I breathe along the top globes of his ass and smile as goosebumps lift there.
“Sierra,” he begs. He begins to lightly hump the mattress.
“None of that.” I slap his butt gently. Then, because I like the satisfying sound and feeling of it, I slap his other cheek a little harder.
He lets out a huff of air, followed by a low, aroused laugh.
“First skin care, then sex,” I warn him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies playfully, his voice muffled against his hands. Ooh, I like that.
Every satisfied groan from my ministrations lifts a weight off my chest. Logan takes such good care of everyone. The whole town has thrived because of his efforts and love.
Not to mention how well he’s treated me.
He didn’t have to take such good care of an ex-girlfriend who abandoned him years ago without a word, but he did, without a moment of hesitation.
I dig into his thighs, his calves, and the arches of his feet, wanting to return at least a little of the thoughtfulness and devotion he’s shown me over the past couple weeks. He deserves it. He deserves everything.
“Roll over,” I whisper against the skin of his back.
He is trembling and gasping as I smooth my hands up his thighs, closer and closer to where I know he wants them…
and then I pass right by. I let my damp hair graze his shaft as I move up his body, and he shudders.
I slowly rub the lotion into his abs and then his chest, where I can feel his heart pounding.
Then I lower myself down until my lips are a mere inch above his cock.
My hand hovers over his pulsing member, so close I can feel the heat coming off it…
and then I rub some lotion into his right hip.
Sweat breaks out over his forehead. I pump the bottle for more lotion. My hand hovers over him again for just a second before I graze it on the way to his left hip.
His hand is like a vise around mine. “My skin is beyond moisturized now.”
“Maybe?” I can’t quite hold back my smirk anymore. “I may have to start over again, to be sure.”
With a growl, he pounces. He captures my hands and holds them above my head, his heavy body pinning me against the bed. His mouth cuts off my surprised squeal. His tongue plunders my mouth ruthlessly as I melt into the warmth of his skin, his scent surrounding me. He traps me beneath him.
Not that I want to escape. I am happily helpless as he holds me down. I open my legs and wrap myself around him, desperate for him to take me.
Luckily, he has more presence of mind than I do. “Wait, condom,” he gasps, and retrieves one from his nightstand. He deftly rolls it on, then lowers himself back onto me.
I can’t help my whimpers as he rocks into me, inch by inch, until he fills me up completely. He pauses a moment to let our bodies adjust to the very tight, but oh-so-perfect fit.
I try to read his expression—does this feel as phenomenal for him as it does for me? He stares down at me, looking so serious, I can’t resist a playful squeeze of my inner muscles. His breath catches.
It does the trick. His eyes brighten with humor. “Bad girl,” he growls. “I’m already too close as it is.” He slaps my ass, the loud clap and light sting startling me.
Ooh, I like that. I squeeze again, harder, hoping he’ll deliver another delicious smack against my tingling flesh.
He laughs. He pulls out of me, the tip just brushing my entrance. I raise my hips to try to push him back inside, but he leans back, just out of reach, teasing me. I feel so hollow and so desperate, and the bastard just smiles when I whimper.
“Done teasing?” he asks me.
“Yes, sir,” I say breathlessly.
He groans, his eyes dilating. “That backfired.” He finally puts both of us out of our misery and pushes back into me.
Our bodies move so well together, meeting each other thrust for thrust. The guttural noises coming out of my throat would be embarrassing if lust weren’t making me absolutely senseless.
He shifts the angle, and my eyes roll back as he hits the perfect spot. Higher and higher he drives me. My back is arching, my hands clutching at his shoulders, my gasps turning into sobs. I can’t bear this. I can’t bear how good this feels.
And then I come apart. Flash of gold flecks burst beneath my eyelids, and I cry out. His kisses become desperate, pressing hard against my lips as he pounds into me. I shudder and writhe beneath him in ecstasy as he comes with a low groan, his thrusts wild and erratic.
He collapses on top of me. I hold him in the cradle of my body, relishing the heavy weight of him against me after flying so high. It takes both of us a minute to come down, to feel steady enough to move.
Then there are sweet kisses along my jaw, my cheek, and my ear. My breath hitches as I fight hard against the pull. This is too intimate.
I let myself have one more tender kiss. Then I bail.