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“This will taste the best of all,” he whispered, keeping his eyes on her face as his mouth descended to engulf the entirety of her clit. Elizabeth’s lips clamped tight, as she stifled her shriek, her body exploding instantly, her clit throbbing as he tortured it with his tongue. She threw his order away, dropping her hands to his head and attempted to push him away just a bit. Logan continued his assault by simply reaching up to capture her hands in his, their fingers entwining as if by instinct. His hold effectively bound her but was far more intimate than the scarf.
Elizabeth bucked upward, her hips twisting as if trying to decide to beg him to cease the torture or beg him to do as he desired. Her fingers clenched around his, her moans growing slightly louder, but not loud enough by far.
Logan wasn’t about to let her get away with swallowing another shriek when her body once more imploded. Logan lifted his mouth but continued to lap at her swollen clit very gently as she gradually came down from the two orgasms, giving her a false sense of security. When she stopped shuddering, he pulled her down a bit further, until half of her bottom was hanging off the edge of the counter. He positioned himself and then slowly began to push into her dripping pussy.
Elizabeth squirmed as he began to fill her, her body slick and more than ready, but his size still making it difficult. “Oh, God... oh, Log… Logan,” she whimpered, her eyes wide with the wonder of it.
He smiled down at her, glad to hear her words, his hands holding her tight, anchoring her. She moaned as he pressed forward, stretching her, filling her. She squirmed and bucked as her body attempted to tell her that he was too big, far too large for her to accommodate his entire length or girth. Logan forced himself to go slowly, though it was far from what he desired. He knew he would fit but also knew he could hurt her if he didn’t allow her body the time necessary to adjust. She began to relax, allowing her muscles to loosen, to accept his entry.
He leaned forward, his cock only halfway-seated. “Color?” he asked, softly. She was breathing hard, her eyes glazed but meeting his.
“Gr… yellow-green,” she whispered. He nodded and dropped a kiss on her stomach. He slowed even further, the movement barely perceptible as he continued. Elizabeth began to lift her hips and to push against him—telling him that it was okay; it was what she wanted, what she needed. He lifted his left hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. She moaned and arched further. He repeated the gesture with their right hands.
Though he knew she needed the intense connection, he needed to release her hands. “Put your hands over your head,schatzlein,” he said softly. He could tell she didn’t want to obey, a small whimper issuing from her throat. “I’m here, Elizabeth, right here,” he said. “Obey me.” She obeyed, though he could tell she wanted desperately to clutch him. She released her grip on his fingers and he released hers.
Logan slid one hand beneath her and the other to her breast. He lifted her bottom gently, adjusting the angle as his fingers stroked her breast softly. Capturing her nipple between his finger and thumb, he slowly closed the gap, pinching her nipple hard. Her body bowed, allowing him to slip completely into her. Once buried as deeply as possible, he smiled and bent over her, reaching above her to take her two hands into his right while he continued to roll her nipples with his left. She began to move under him, matching his movements, until his lips descended on her breast, sucking, licking and then gently biting her nipples. His mouth moved back and forth between them, his hands now once more linked with hers over her head. Her body was already tightening around his cock as she began to spiral toward another climax.
“Come for me,schatzlein,” he said hoarsely, feeling his own body demanding release. “Come with me.” He began to fuck her hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers, her body accepting his demands. He saw her head thrashing from side to side and knew she would come but was also going to attempt to do so as quietly as she had before, her lips tightly compressing to withhold her passionate vocalization from him.
“Give it to me,” he whispered, his lips hovering above hers. “Give me your pleasure, all of it.” He covered her mouth with his, his lips sealing tight as he thrust once more into her. She arched, exploded and finally obeyed with a scream that Logan accepted into his own mouth, absorbing each note with his soul.
He kept his mouth over hers until every sound had been accepted. He knew this was not an end to her phobia. Her fear was far too deep-seated to be magically cured. He prayed it was the first step on the road to finding her way to freedom. He finally released her mouth and her hands. He pulled from her and then lifted her off the counter, her arms instantly going around his neck.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Logan kicked his clothing out of the way and carried her down the hall. He pushed open the door to the bathroom and once more sat her down on a counter. She looked incredibly tired, her body quivering, both heated and chilled, as she watched him turn on the taps and put the stopper into the tub. She smiled at seeing him test the temperature, twisting the knobs until he was satisfied.
“Are you okay by yourself for a minute?” he asked turning to her.
She nodded slowly. “Uh-huh,” she whispered.
He gave her a long look and shook his head. “I don’t,” he said, moving to scoop her up into his arms again. “We’re going to have a discussion about answering me honestly, young lady.”
Once back in the kitchen, he picked up the container of strawberries and handed it to her. “Don’t drop it,” he said as he grabbed the bottle of champagne and their glasses.
“What about that?” she asked, pointing to the can sitting on the counter.
He chuckled. “Empty.”
“Seriously?” she asked.
“What can I say? I enjoy licking cream from your body,” he confirmed as she flushed beautifully. Returning to the bathroom and her to the counter, he poured wine into the glasses and handed her one. They sipped in silence as the tub filled. Logan fed her strawberries one at a time, and when the juice ran down her chin, he leaned forward and licked it off. When she had her fill, he dropped the last berry into his mouth and then kissed her. She moaned, tasting the fruit with him and he fell in love with strawberries all over again.
Logan gathered soap and a sponge, laying them on the edge of the tub. He brought a bottle of shampoo and three thick towels to the tub. Finally satisfied at the level of the water, he returned to her and once more picked her up. He set her onto her feet in the tub and then stepped in behind her. Logan sat down in the hot water and reached up to guide Elizabeth down to sit between his legs.
She moaned deeply as the water rose to lap at the top of her breasts. She laid her head back against him, her eyes drifting closed. Logan smiled, and seeing her grip loosen on her glass, he took it from her and set it on the floor by the tub. He settled back as best he could in the small tub and wrapped his arms around her.
They were silent for a long time. There was no need for conversation; they simply enjoyed being together, one holding and offering protection, the other being held and accepting the security of his arms. After a time, Logan reached for the plastic cup he had grabbed from the sink and began to pour warm water over her head, one cupful at a time. Elizabeth sighed in deep pleasure when he began to lather her hair and gently wash it.
“God, you’ve got incredible hair. It is beautiful,” he said, as he worked the suds into its strands. “Please, don’t ever cut it; that would be a crime against all mankind.”
Elizabeth giggled. “What is it about men and long hair?” she asked, drawing up her legs and wrapping her arms around her knees when he moved her a bit forward so he could gather every strand and work it with the lather.
Logan grinned, remembering how sexy she had looked as he released the clasp from her hair. When it flowed over her, his cock had jumped at the beautiful picture she made.
“Did you enjoy it when I had my hands in your hair, pulling your head back?” he asked, instead of answering her question.
“Yes,” she said, the one word barely audible.
