Vanessa presses her lips around the crown of my cock and sucks it as if she needs it the way she needs air to live. I pump harder and imagine Vanessa cupping my balls and squeezing gently.
My orgasm builds up and seconds later, I rupture and spurt rope after rope thick cum. I keep pumping until I’m all emptied out. I shudder and groan long after I’ve finished coming. A deep longing for Vanessa comes over me.
“Vanessa…” I groan her name in the silence of the bathroom.
Chapter 11
Vanessa
“Let’s get your hair cleaned up,” I murmur to Ivy as she splashes water in the tab.
Logan has been great, bringing everything we need from the cottage including Ivy’s tub. I haven’t seen him in three days since that stupid fight we had. The following day, he left early for work but left me a note saying he had a two-day shift.
It’s been weird and a little lonely to be honest, not having Logan home. I know they finish work at seven and Ace sometimes goes out for a drink with the guys. I imagine that Logan does the same.
I rinse the baby shampoo off Ivy’s hair and for the next couple of minutes, it’s play time. Just as I’m preparing for her cries of protest that will follow when I lift her from the bath, a knock comes on the door.
“Come in,” I say, my heart pounding hard in my chest.
He peers into the bathroom looking entirely edible with his tousled hair falling to the sides of his face and his baby blue eyes fixed on me.
“Hi,” he says with a smile.
I’m relieved that our fight is forgotten. “Hi.”
“Bath time,” he says, glancing at Ivy.
She lets out a shriek when she sees him and makes a big splash that ends on the floor. Logan laughs. “I’ll leave you to it. Just wanted to let you know that I was home. Enjoy your bath, Ivy.”
The door shuts and I seize that moment of distraction to lift Ivy from the bath. Her attention is still on the door as she peers at it to see if Logan is returning. I dry her and carry her to her room wrapped up snugly in a fluffy towel. She’s already drowsy as I dress her. After I give her a bottle, she’s ready for bed and before I leave the room, she’s already snoring.
I take the empty bottle with me to the bathroom to clean up and afterward, I go downstairs to the kitchen. I hear the sound of the shower as I walk past Logan’s room, and I slow down until I stop. An image of him naked under the water springs to my mind, his flat stomach slick with water and rippling with muscles. My breath hitches when I picture him stroking his big cock with his eyes half shut. I inhale a shaky breath. I’ve never wanted a man as badly as I want Logan.
I make my legs move past his bedroom and down the stairs. I work like a robot, cleaning and warming up dinner. My appetite is suddenly gone. Instead, I carry my laptop to the couch, force images of Logan from my mind, and concentrate on responding to emails from our clients. I handle correspondence while Eva’s responsibility is payments, aside from teaching the classes.
Logan comes down when I’m deep in my work. I’m engrossed with explaining the intricacies of deep breathing over email when I suddenly sense that someone is looking at me.
I look up to Logan’s baby blue eyes on me. He’s leaning on the doorway and looking entirely edible with his hair damp and his face freshly scrubbed. Heat pools between my legs as hot attraction grips me. I’m seized by a sudden urge to grab his hand and have him drape that fine hard body over me. I notice that he’s checking me out too. I’m dressed in a sleeveless top and a pair of shorts. A little bit on the sexy side. His gaze lingers on my bra-less breasts, eliciting a new surge of heat.
“Hey,” he finally says and dips his hands into his pockets.
“Hi,” I respond feeling suddenly shy. “How was your shift?”
“It was okay, nothing major happened, which is always good,” he says. “How’s work?”
“Really good.”
He tilts his head to one side as he contemplates me. “I want to apologize for the other day. I had no right to say the things I said to you. I was an asshole and now I’m an apologetic asshole.”
A giggle escapes my mouth. “It’s okay and you’re not an asshole, believe me. I’ve met assholes. I’m sorry too for getting so worked up. That topic kind of does that to me.”
“Understandably so,” Logan says. “Just so you know, I think you’re doing an awesome job holding it all together. You’re amazing.”