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We squeeze and caress with our fingers, watching the floors pass slowly. The couple happens to get off on the same floor as we do, further prolonging the torture. As soon as they turn down a different hallway, sending us a wave, we practically sprint to the door of our suite. There’s no sign of Carter or Quaid, but Logan still hustles me into my room, slamming the door behind us before staring at me, his chest heaving as he watches me.
I drop my purse on the floor, and we fly at each other, like an explosion of the grandest fireworks. My lips ignite and flame against his as he gets to work on my clothes. He pulls my shirt over my head, and when his fingers brush against my skin, sparks shoot through my nervous system. We’re moving as I get undressed, and by the time my bra comes off, we’ve reached the edge of my bed.
Logan loses his pants and then lifts me up and practically throws me onto the bed. His kiss is rough and demanding…and desperate.
Just the way I need him to be. Just the way I’ve always liked it.
Just the way I’ve always loved it.
I love him so much.
He marks my body, but it feels like he's branding my soul.
I stare up at him as he hovers over my body. He's delicious, a hot mess of a man, that I want every part of.
My stomach twists as I stare up at him. His gold hair, loosened from my grip, flips on his forehead. Panting, his hard chest rises and falls, rippling his six-pack into shadows from the streaming city lights.
Logan Cooper. An angel that I desperately want to defile. Over six feet of sex, he’s a fire I'm desperate to explode inside me. My breath constricts.
My heart races, and my skin feels alive as he once again trails his tongue down my neck. Except this time, he doesn't stop, not until he pulls my panties off of me, he pushes my knees apart and bends down to the floor in front of me.
He smiles, and it fucking lights up my soul. He's like sunshine, and I crave him with every bone in my body. "Still good?" he asks hoarsely, and all I can do is nod.
He buries his head between my thighs, and I scream as he swipes his tongue along my folds and around my clit. His hands massage up and down my calves as he continues to work me, teasing me to the edge of orgasm, taunting me until the world begins to tilt and spin. He eats me like he's starving. I grip his hair as his head bobs between my thighs, his tongue slipping through my wet folds to sink into my center, only to retreat and do it again.
And again.
It feels so good.
So, so good.
He groans, and the long vibration tickles my clit. “Fucking, hell,” he murmurs. “How do you taste this good?”
It’s not just his voice or the sight of him in a position I’ve imagined a hundred lonely nights when it's been just me and my vibrator that has me on the brink of orgasm.
It’s not only his open-mouthed kisses or the way he teases my clit.
It’s the sounds that accompany his feast.
My groan, his growl, the wet suction of his lips. His finger when it slips into my channel—all of this brings me to the brink. I squirm to get closer, and then wiggle away from the pleasure dragging down my spine, to escape the brush of his whiskers against my thighs. It’s too much and not enough. “Please,” I beg.
He stops.
He fucking stops, and he stands and scoots me back on the bed. He studies me as he strokes himself. I can see the gleam of pre-cum already on his cock, and I want it on me.
In me.
I want him to take me. I'm ready to fall, wherever that leads.
He lowers himself over me and settles between my thighs, and I watch as his pupils paint his sky blue eyes almost black just before he kisses me.
And then he's pushing into me hard and fast.
I gasp at his size. It would be a lot for any girl, but the fact that I've been abstaining for quite some time, makes it feel especially…full.
He pauses for a moment, staying buried in me. His hips stay still through his constant touch, his petting and pinching of my breasts, my clit, his rubbing of me into a squirming frenzy beneath him.
The entire time his mouth is on mine or whispering things that make it easy to pretend that he's loving me with his body. I pretend that this means everything I want it to mean. Whether it does or doesn't, I don't know.
