He groans and thrusts his hips.
I moan little noises of encouragement and change the flicking motion from side to side.
“Shelby,” he pants, “You gotta stop.”
Heat gathers between my legs at the desperation in his voice. I hum a no without taking my mouth off him and tighten my fist. His ragged breathing is my reward. I work him faster, making love to him with mouth and hands, letting him know how much I missed him.
Without warning, he sits up, taking himself away from me. “Hey,” I protest.
“Get up here.” He grabs me by the hips and drags me into his lap, tugging my top down until my breasts spill out. “That’s better.” He dips his head, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth, lashing with his tongue.
“Ohh,” I sigh and drop my head back, arching into him.
“Good little chickadee,” he murmurs, sucking my other nipple into his mouth.
My hips move in small, restless circles.
Logan slides his big hand between my legs, dragging his fingers over the thin fabric already soaked and clinging to me. He groans as he explores.
Releasing me, he falls back against the pillows, his lips curving into that beautiful cocky smirk. “Show me this up close.”
“What?” I slide my hand over my stomach under my panties. “This?”
He reaches for me, his large hand circling my wrist. “Come ride my beard like a good girl.” The low, sensual order can’t be ignored.
I straddle him and he guides me up over his chest. Flexing those perfectly sculpted arms, he lifts me until I’m hovering over his face.
“Perfect.” He rests his hands on the backs of my legs, slowly caressing his way upward, over my hips. I bite my lip as he slips between my legs and traces his fingers over my lips, pressing the wet fabric against my flesh. His thumb slides over my clit and my entire body jerks.
He groans with appreciation. “You like that?”
“God yes.”
“Come closer.” He slides his fingers under the material, stroking his knuckles against my core.
The tight, hard throb between my legs almost hurts.
His hands fumble with the panties at first trying to slide them down my hips. He pulls me closer, capturing the delicate fabric between his teeth and pulling.
The material rips. He lets out a savage growl of appreciation.
There’s no time to mourn the loss of my pretty new outfit. His nose grazes my now bare pussy. I lean back, resting my hands on his legs.
He licks and my brain fuzzes. “Oh.” Shamelessly I spread my legs wider and inch closer to his sinful mouth.
“Mmm,” he encourages, sucking and licking.
Little tremors quiver through my body. His heavy breathing rivals mine. He thrusts a finger inside me while flicking his tongue against my clit. Somewhere in my swirling mind I recognize he’s repeating the tongue moves I used on him.
“Copycat,” I whisper on a harsh breath.
I feel him smile against me.
“Logan, please make me come,” I beg. “I want to soak your beard.”
He moans against my center and thrusts another finger inside me, twisting his wrist, seeking the spot he knows will drive me over the edge.
I’m aching. Hot all over. Desperate need stretches and tightens my nerves.
He continues licking.
The tension snaps, blissfully sending me over the edge.
I fall to the side, collapsing in a puddle of melting pleasure.
Logan sits up and strips my ruined panties off. He shifts us to the center of the bed, stopping to take all of me in. “You’re so pretty like this.”
“What?” I arch a brow. “Turned into jelly?”
He lets out a low, rumbling laugh. “Yeah.” Kneeling between my legs, he rubs and tickles my thighs, spreading me open. Slowly he sinks inside. Both of us groan at the sensation. He lowers himself, kissing my cheek, staring deeply into my eyes. “How’s that feel?”
“Amazing.”
He takes his time, slowly alternating between deep thrusts and slow grinds until my breathing turns choppy. The way he concentrates on my every reaction melts me even further. I wrap my legs around him drawing him closer.
“That’s it.”
He moves faster. Harder. Both of us lost in the rhythmic, frantic music we’re creating. I slide my hands over his shoulders, feeling his strength, the power of his body working to bring me so much pleasure.
All my happy zones tingle with anticipation. My toes curl. Legs shake.
“Yes,” he whispers; his hips jerk erratically, pounding into me. We reach our peaks at the same time, our screaming, growling, roars of release echoing around us.
He continues thrusting, slower now, and leans down to kiss me as he strokes his cock in and out. I wrap my arms and legs around him, savoring every last second.
“Fuck, Shelby.” He groan-laughs against my neck. “I don’t ever want to be away from you again for that long. But it’s worth it if we reunite this way every time.”
We clean up in the shower together and then I lead him back to the bed.
He leans over and snags my poor shredded panties off the floor.
“My pretty new lingerie wasn’t meant for the vigorous activities it just endured.”
He holds up what’s left of the bottom, twirling it around his finger with a smug smile curving his mouth. “I’ll buy you another pair.”
I snatch them out of his hand. “Why bother?”
He shifts his big body over me, caging me in with strong arms and mesmerizing eyes. “So I can tear them off you again.”
“Walmart panties will rip just as easily.”
He chuckles and dips down to kiss my forehead. “Were they expensive?”
“I’m not telling.”
He kisses my cheek before settling next to me. I roll over, resting my head on his chest and stretching my arm over his middle. He shifts, arching his back, his face twisting as if he’s in pain.
“You okay?”
“Just tight from the long ride.”
“Didn’t know you’d be gettin’ a different ride once you got here, did ya?”
His body shakes with laughter.
I sit up and press my hand against his shoulder. “Turn over. Let me rub your back.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to.” I reach over and grab the bottle of massage oil I bought, thrusting it in his face. “See, I bought this with the outfit.”
“All part of your plan, huh?” he teases as he rolls over.
“Lordy, your ass is a work of art.”
He turns his head, smiling up at me. “Are you rubbing or ogling?”
I pop the cap and pour a generous amount of oil into my hand. “I can multitask.”
He rests his head on the pillow and reaches for the bottle of oil. “This can be used as lube too.”
“No need for that. My pussy’s like a fire hydrant when you’re within ten feet of me.”
He shoves his face in the pillows, smothering his rowdy laughter.
I rub the oil between my palms, warming it. His body settles and his laughter turns to contented groans as I stroke my fingers over his skin, slowly spreading the oil across his back with long, even upward strokes.
“I wanted to do this for you when you first got here,” I say quietly.