This was a game of conquest and surrender, but neither were victims, and both were victors. Still…this territory felt new and a bit frightening though no less exciting. With a breath, Lucy forced herself to relax. She didn’t want him to stop. It was a moment of acceptance, of surrender.
As if confirming the silent understanding, that he would take what he wanted, he urged her to spread her legs farther apart. When she did as he bid, she was rewarded. His mouth closed down on her, suckling with warm insistence, and with just the right amount of pressure, he explored her body. She felt the tremble of her knees, dangerously close to buckling. Her weight pressed against the wall, thankful for the stability it offered.
Lapping at her with his tongue, he filled her with sensation after sensation. Pleasure pressed her to oblivion where she could hardly think. There were no fantasies in her mind. Pleasure became this very moment. This very second. The escalating tension of impending orgasm heightened as his finger worked the silky folds of her body and slid inside. With unmerciful insistence, he worked her to the edge. To the moment she cried out.
The sound disappeared, stolen along with her breath, as the shudders of pleasure overtook her body. On and on, the ecstasy overpowered, so complete it was like nothing she’d ever experienced. And when, finally, she calmed, there was a feeling of both satisfaction and need. The wait for fulfillment she could not bear. But thankfully, her silent cry was fulfilled.
Solved when Logan slid his cock between her legs.
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Tantalizing.
Lucy was that and so much more. Somehow, Logan managed to undress and grab a condom out of his wallet and made fast work of rolling it over his pulsing body. His hands settled on the curve of her perfect ass. The other guided his cock along her silky, wet body. If only he could feel her fully. He hated condoms, yet understood the necessity. His pulse beat at triple time as he slid along her flesh and watched her hips rotate from side to side. Stroking him as if she was a kitten. Purring with acceptance. And he wondered if she could possibly want his cock inside her as much as he wanted it there. Was her need as great as his was?
With a hard thrust, he sunk deep inside her body. His hand slid to her stomach to both hold her up and lift her against his hips. The moment he hit her core, they both gasped. For long moments, he stilled, buried deep in the sweet depths of their joining.
And then, wildness unleashed. He drew back and then lunged again. Lust clawed at him like a living, breathing thing. The price of pleasing her, of holding back, now had to be paid. Over and over, his cock pounded into her. A rhythm, hard and fast, formed. Animalistic. Potent. Lucy moaned and cried out, pushing her hips against his. Wanting. Needing. Taking. And then, he hit the point of absoluteness. He shuddered with a release that touched each and every nerve ending in his body.
When, finally, he stilled, his legs were weak forcing him to withdraw from the completeness of their connection. But, this was only the beginning. There was much more to come. Picking her up, he carried her to his bedroom. Her head rested on his shoulder. God, she was so sweet. Holding her felt right. Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a woman in his room. Years, for sure. Back before he got smart enough to avoid personal entanglement. In the back of his mind, he warned himself about his actions. He didn’t have time for a relationship. Nor did he need a woman who wanted him for his money. Most, in his experience, did.
Yet, as he laid Lucy on top of his bed, he had the oddest feeling of perfection.
As if it was a moment that simply belonged to the two of them. Leaning over her, he brushed a wayward strand of hair from her eyes. “I’ll be right back.”
She nodded and smiled. Logan walked toward the bathroom to clean up. His mind and body were reeling from Lucy’s impact. She was the first woman he could ever remember wanting with such…possessiveness? Hell, part of him was afraid to leave her alone for fear she’d dart. It was a strange feeling. One he didn’t understand and wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Later, he thought as he shut the bathroom door. Later. Enjoy her now. Think tomorrow.
Chapter Six
A nice, tight ass.
The bathroom light gave her a short, but quite delicious, view of Logan’s backside. He was scrumptious. Complete male perfection. And all hers if only for a night. It amazed Lucy how comfortable she was lying on his bed, naked…and, well, naked. Normally, she’d feel a lot shyer. But, then, something told her if Logan came back and she was hiding he’d order her to behave. She sort of liked his tough act. Perhaps, because she already got the feeling that control could be hers if she wanted it. And, the power he embraced was something she had enabled him with.