“You are so willing, so ready,” he said, his finger circling her nipple. “Going to take this nice and slow.”
Watching as he eased back, so he was between her legs, he stroked his sheathed cock before pausing at her entrance.
Slowly, he glided in. Her hips rose to meet him, her body feeling languid but so ready for his hot shaft, and then he eased out.
“Logan,” she said.
“Slow,” he repeated, easing the tip in again and then pulling out. He did that several times, before sliding into her. Driving her crazy with each tease.
Reaching up to grab him, Harper moaned, the low sound vibrating through her body.
As Logan thrust deep in her, his hot mouth came over hers, his teeth grazing her lip. Under him, she purred, watching his muscles flex and ripple, as he went deeper with every stroke.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he gritted out.
Without hesitation, Harper did. Logan’s hands eased back just above her knees, pressing down on her as he increased his pace, stroking hard in her.
Harper felt her muscles contract around his penis, felt the slick sweat on their skin, glistening in the soft light of the bedroom, and arched forward trying to get that elusive orgasm.
“Now,” Logan said,
Harper cried out as he dove deep into her. As his body went rigid, his face tensed and then relaxed as his orgasm washed over him. He slowly brought himself down next to her, the gentle giant so careful to keep his weight off her.
“God, you’re delicious,” Logan said, wrapping his arms around her.
“You’re pretty tasty yourself,” Harper said.
The vibration of his deep rumble against her back sent a ripple of pleasure through her. She enjoyed making this man laugh.
“Bathroom?” she asked.
“Through there.” Logan gestured to a door at the end of the bed.
Sliding out of his hold, Harper eased off the bed.
Stepping into the bathroom made her feel like walking into a spa. Black tiles lined the wall, huge soaker tub, two sink vanities and a vast walk-in shower.
After washing her hands and splashing water on her face, Harper took a washcloth from a stack on a shelf and ran it under the warm water.
“I can get used to this sight,” she said as she re-entered the bedroom.
Logan was stretched out on his back, his hands under his head, and a grin across his face.
“Yeah? Me too,” he said, tugging her by the hand at the side of the bed.
Harper smiled, easing the condom off him and tossing it in the wastebasket she spotted near the bed. Then she slowly wiped him up
“That feels amazing. Did motorcycle boy teach you that?” Logan asked.
Giggling as he lifted her on the bed, Harper shook her head.
“No, that one I thought of all by myself.”
Logan took the washcloth from her, putting it on the nightstand.
“You have good ideas, Miss Blake. What happened to motorcycle boy, anyway?”
“It didn’t last. Xander didn’t think I should continue taking in-person classes,” she said.
