My moan of satisfaction turned to frustration when he stepped back. He’d run his hand between my legs to get it wet, to give himself lubrication as he jerked off.
“Logan.”
“The sooner you show me, the sooner you can have me.”
Well, if that wasn’t motivation, I didn’t know what was. I didn’t normally use two hands, and the one stayed on the outside. It never felt as good as the real thing to me, but if it could speed me along, I was all for it. My other hand walked down to join the first, then further until I could insert my finger as deep inside me as it would go.
There was a sharp intake of breath. “Imagine that’s my finger inside you.”
“Why do I have to imagine?”
“Go at the pace you want me to fuck you.” His hand slid back and forth on himself, his knuckles white.
I did as he told me, and lying there before him, doing something I’d never let anyone else truly see, I let go. I closed my eyes and imagined his finger inside me, taking me up and up, climbing closer to the peak.
“I could watch you do that all night.”
No, he really fucking couldn’t. Not after this morning.
“Oh god, I’m coming,” I cried.
My hands moved furiously, fingers pumping in and out. My back arched, and I cried out and collapsed back into the pillows. My orgasm hadn’t subsided before he was on the bed. He knelt between my legs and ran his dick on me, drenching himself in my orgasm. Then he pressed inside me, and the second orgasm, the one that piggybacks, roared into life with this sudden connection. I threw my hands around his shoulders and clung to him, convulsing. Pulsing. Throbbing.
He moved slowly, stroking me from the inside, prolonging the enormous pleasure until it ebbed.
“Not that I’m complaining,” I whispered when I had my breath back, “but what about the raincheck?”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get there.” His devious expression gave me another aftershock.
He grabbed a handful of pillows from behind me and tossed them aside, so I was flat on my back, him up on straightened arms. He moved, grinding his hips into mine. Electric shocks flashed through my sensitive body.
His handsome face had that seductive smile on it. “I want your hands.”
I dragged them down his arms, loving the feel of the strong muscles beneath his flesh. He took my hands in his, lacing our fingers together, and pressed them above my head, holding them to the mattress. He leaned forward and brought our lips together.
My eyes would have gone wide if that was possible, but it wasn’t. They closed under his silent command. Under the power of this kiss. Tonight, Logan wanted to make love.
He withdrew almost completely and then sank back into my body, which welcomed his every gentle intrusion. I drew a line on his lips with my tongue, begging to taste him.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes.”
He hadn’t asked me a question, and yet I’d give him whatever he wanted. I shifted to meet him, eager. Drowning in my desire for him and in the passion of the moment. It’d never felt this good. It could have been hours or just minutes, I lost all track of time when his mouth was on mine and he was moving deep inside. I writhed beneath him. My soft cries of pleasure were muted by his unrelenting kiss.
He stilled and shifted over me, withdrawing and trailing kisses down my chest.
“Where are you going?” I demanded, even though it was obvious. I wasn’t one to usually turn that down, but now? It was cruel torture to tease me with his lovemaking and take it away. His fingers spread me open to his intimate kiss, and I jerked up onto my elbows.
“Logan, please . . .” I cried. My hand curled under his chin to try to bring him back to me.
“You don’t like this?” His deep voice rumbled from in between my thighs. He fucked me with his mouth, his tongue fluttering on my flesh and heat raced outward from it.
“Oh!” I moaned when he pressed his face into me, nuzzling me and causing me to collapse flat on my back. I was utterly conflicted. His mouth was indecent and, holy shit, I didn’t want him to stop. Yet I worried that when he returned he’d change, he’d adopt a new style. He’d have a new way to satisfy me, and I didn’t want that.
“Come back to me,” I said in a breathy voice. “Make love to me.”
He lifted his head in startled surprise, so I seized it and pulled him up. His hard body slid over mine. His wet lips returned to my lips, and he nudged me with his dick, slipping into me with a groan of pleasure.
In the pit of my stomach, desire tightened like a vise.