Taking a step back, I slip my hand into his and entwine our fingers, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Then let’s go home.”
“God, you drive me fucking insane, Tess,” Logan growls, trailing heated kisses over my skin, starting at my ankle and slowly working his way up my leg as he licks and nips at the tender flesh of my thigh. Goosebumps pepper my skin as a soft gasp escapes me, my back arching in anticipation.
When we got home, the first thing I did was take a hot shower, wash off all of my makeup, and change into a new set of pajamas that I bought with him in mind. It’s sexier than anything I’ve worn in a long time, but I wanted to surprise him. The top is a black, deep V-neck with thin straps, the hem barely skimming the top of the cheeky satin shorts.
We have the house to ourselves, and I don’t plan on wasting a single moment. I could have skipped clothing altogether, but I wanted to seehis face when he stepped out of the shower and found me lying in bed, waiting for him. The towel wrapped around his trim waist was immediately dropped to the floor as a devilish smirk crawled its way across his face.
“No more talking,” I rasp, carding my fingers through his damp hair as I drag him toward me, his muscular body settling between my thighs. His cock is hard and throbbing against my satin-covered center, and he groans as he grinds himself against me.
He chuckles and buries his face in the crook of my neck, kissing along my throat before brushing the tip of his tongue along the shell of my ear. “So fucking needy, baby. I can feel how wet your cunt is through these little shorts.”
I moan, rolling my hips against him. The black satin lingerie was meant to tease him, and instead, all it’s doing is getting in the way. As though he can sense my growing desperation for him, Logan’s touch drags along my thigh, hiking my leg around his naked hips as his fingers slide beneath the delicate fabric, only to find my pussy bare and waiting for him.
He makes atsk, tsk, tsksound with his tongue as he swipes his fingertips through my slit, gathering my arousal. “Fucking soaked,” he rasps.
“Lo, please,” I whimper, tightening my grip on his hair. “Stop teasing.”
A growl rips from his throat as he shoves my top up and exposes my soft stomach, pressing kiss after kiss to my skin as his touch remains feather soft between my legs. The pads of his fingers find my clit, rolling over the swollen bud, and I gasp. This is the first time we haven’t needed to be quiet. As much as I love the way he takes control and covers mymouth to muffle my sounds, the ability to finally be free is intoxicating. His touch moves lower, fingertips working in slow, deliberate circles around my entrance. I moan, rolling my hips to chase the sensation.
“Ple—” The word dies in my throat as he thrusts two fingers into me, curling them to press against the spot that has electricity dancing in my veins.
“Shhh,” he soothes. “Be a good girl and let me give you what you need, darlin’. What webothneed.”
There isn’t a single part of me that wants to argue or fight against what he’s offering. My need for him is too strong. Too visceral. Everything between us, everything we’ve done, has been perfect. We’ve taken the time to truly learn and memorize each other’s bodies. I know how to work his cock until he’s leaking pre-cum and throbbing with need, and he knows how to drag every ounce of pleasure possible from my body until my pussy gushes and I blissfully black out. But tonight, knowing he loves me just as I love him, I don’t want to go slow. I don’t need him to whisper words of praise and reassurance as he makes love to me.
I need him to fuck me.
Shifting back on his knees, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and brings them to his mouth. Dark gaze holding mine, he pushes them over his tongue, licking them clean. His cock is hard and heavy, the tip a ruddy red, and more pre-cum pools at his slit as he tastes me on his fingers, sealing his lips around them.
Holy fuck.
Pushing myself up, I shift onto my knees and grab the hem of my top, quickly pulling it off over my head and throwing it to the floor. Green eyes drop to my full, exposed breasts, and my nipples harden into stiffpeaks under his heated gaze. Reaching for him, I curl my fingers around the base of his dick, giving his length a firm stroke as I lean forward and capture his mouth with mine. The tip of his tongue flicks across my lower lip before I take his between my teeth, biting gently, and he groans. Rubbing my thumb across the broad crown of his cock, I spread the pre-cum over his tip, teasing his slit.
He growls, and with his hands on my waist, shoves me until I fall flat on my back on the mattress. My hair fans out around me as his fingers curl in the waistband of my satin shorts, yanking them off of my legs. The dominance radiating from him has a fresh wave of heat flooding my core. Sliding a hand to the apex of my thighs, my fingers roll over my clit in slow circles, desperate for some kind of relief.
Logan’s gaze tracks every movement as he strokes his cock with one hand, while the other joins mine, his fingers thrusting into me and curling, applying pressure. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, baby. I could come just watching you,” he says, his voice rough like gravel.
My pulse thrums with each quickened breath as I watch him stroke himself. I spread my legs farther apart, silently begging him to close the slight distance between us and finally take me the way we’re both desperate for him to.
“Need something, baby?” He quirks a brow, slowly pulling his fingers back and then thrusting them forward in a torturous repetition.
“Just you,” I breathe. “I want to feel you, Lo. Only you.”
“Fuck,” he groans, chin dipping to his chest for a moment as his chest heaves with bated breaths. When he lifts his head and his gaze meets mine, his eyes are darker, pupils blown wide and almost completely concealing his green irises. “I’m gonna need you to be perfectly clear withme, baby. Are you saying what I think you are? You wanna feel my cock in this wet pussy of yours with nothing between us?” The look on his face is one of heated desperation, like he wants this just as much as I do.
Maybe even more.
It’s been years since I’ve been on any kind of birth control. I haven’t needed it, and up until now, we’ve been using condoms. But after discussing it recently, I made an appointment and got a new prescription, wanting to be prepared for this moment. I’ve wanted to feel him inside of me for a while, but the timing never felt right. Now, I know he loves me, and he’s going to be moving in. We’re beginning to build a life together.
I want to do this with him, to give myself to him in every way possible.
“Yes.” My tongue darts out to wet my lower lip, teeth scraping over it as I nod. “I just want to feel you.”
Logan’s arms bracket my sides as he falls over me. His cock slides along my center, the crown slick and teasing against my clit. I grasp the hair at the nape of his neck and pull his mouth to mine. Our tongues dance as he reaches between us, wrapping a hand around his erection as he guides himself to my entrance. “Are you sure?” he asks.
My pussy pulses with the need to feel him, to be filled by him. Nodding as my breath catches in my throat, I reach up to card my fingers through his light brown hair. “I’m sure.”
His tip presses teasingly against me, just barely dipping inside before he pulls his hips back with a hiss. “I love you.” His breath is ragged as he holds himself steady.
