“Seriously,” she looked at me with wide, emerald-green eyes and shook her head. “It’s impossible to be this perfect. You have to have a weakness.”
Her thumb grazed the head of my cock, and I hissed.
“Trust me, I have one,” I growled as she took me in hand, testing my width and length. My jaw locked as I fought the need to thrust into her hand.
“I’m not sure about that,” she said as she set her lips to my collarbone. “Perfect body. Perfect heart. Perfect eyes.” Her fist slid down my length and back up. “Perfect cock.” Her tongue licked up my neck, and I snapped.
In one movement, I had her on her back, centered in my bed. Her thighs spread and cradled my hips, but she held onto my dick like it was her personal trophy.
“Delaney,” I groaned as she squeezed me lightly. Fuck, her hands were magic.
“Now, if only that face of yours wasn’t so…” She sighed. “But I guess we work with what we’ve got.”
I flat-out laughed, then kissed her until she moaned and arched, her grip changing from exploratory to flat-out demanding. “You still want this?”
“I want every single part of you,” she answered.
I brushed a kiss over her lips and then retrieved a condom from the nightstand drawer. A tear of foil later, I rolled it over my dick, already missing the feel of her hands on me.
Then I was back between her thighs, the head of my cock resting at her entrance as I kissed her breathless. It wasn’t enough for her to say that she wanted me. I needed her desperate. I needed her to need me.
I kissed her again and again, until she rocked up against me. Then I worked her nipples as I slid through her slippery folds, using my dick to caress her without entering her. Soon, she was arching, writhing beneath me, and it was all I could do to keep from thrusting inside her. She wasn’t there yet.
“You feel so good under me,” I told her as I ran my hands down her body. “Soft in every place you should be, and so fucking gorgeous.”
When I bumped against her glasses for the next kiss, she ripped them from her face and sent them toward the nightstand.
Then her hands were in my hair and she was moving against me in a rhythm that told me she was getting close. I slid through her folds again, and she groaned.
“Logan, please, get inside me!” She tugged at my hair, punctuating her demand.
I moved my hips, bringing my dick to her entrance and then pushing the head in just past her walls. “Like this?” I asked, barely holding onto the words as pleasure assaulted me, climbing through my limbs and filling me with one single thought—take everything she offered.
“Yes!” She rocked, taking me an inch deeper.
I let my head fall so our foreheads touched and looked into her eyes. “I do have a weakness,” I told her as I slid into her, inch by slow inch. “It’s you.”
Then I thrust home.
We both groaned as she adjusted around me, her walls stretching to hold me while she squeezed me tight.
“Damn. Delaney, you’re a fucking vise. So hot. So damned wet.” The effort to hold still brought beads of sweat to my forehead.
She whimpered, then arched her hips. She was ready.
I started a rhythm that soon had her keening—deep, hard, steady thrusts, that pushed us both to the brink.
Fuck, this woman was perfect.
“Harder,” she ordered. “Logan, God, yes, like that!” She slid up the bed as I took her harder.
I gripped her wrists and raised them above her head, to the dark headboard. “Brace,” I ordered.
She nodded, her breath coming fast and shallow through her lips.
Then I gave her exactly what she asked for—gave her what we both needed. I took her over and over until we were a tangle of limbs and driving need. Pleasure shot down my spine, gathering at the base, and I gritted my teeth against my impending orgasm. I wasn’t coming until she did.
“You gotta come for me, baby.” I angled my hips so I raked over her clit with every move, and she trembled as she met me for every thrust.
“Logan. Logan. I’m…” She tensed beneath me, her eyes squeezing shut, then flying wide as she screamed out my name.
Her pussy gripped me tight, pulsing and fluttering in time with her orgasm, pulling me over with her. I came hard, nearly blacking out as the pleasure overtook me.
I’d never lost so much of myself while simultaneously feeling like I’d finally found what I was looking for.
“Are you okay?” I asked, rolling us to the side. I brushed her long auburn tresses over her shoulder so I could see her face.
“Okay?” she asked, blinking hazily at me. “I’d say I’m fantastic. Euphoric, even. Okay is definitely not the right word to use after something like that.”