“Yes. Yes, I want that.” His kisses become more frantic as he removes my clothes. The room echoes with a chorus of gasps, groans, and the sound of desperation. My hands reach under his hoodie, and I find a tight-fitting T-shirt. Breaking the kiss, I mutter in frustration, “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
“Here, let me help you.” Quickly, he tosses his hat and reaches behind his shoulders, grabs the fabric and in one quick motion both shirts are off and fly across the room.
“Impressive.”
He smirks as my own hoodie is yanked up and over my head before I even have time to reach for his pants. His hands quickly unclasp my bra and my breasts tumble free.
“Fuuuck, I have been dreaming about these,” he groans as his palms cup and squeeze them together. Dipping his head, he takes a taunt nipple in his mouth, sucks hungrily, then switches to the other side. My hands pause on his hips momentarily as I lean into the sensation.
“Oh my god.” My breath becomes uneven as I slide my hands into the back of his pants and push them and his boxer briefs down over his ass, his hard length springing free. Jesus, I don’t remember it being that big.
“Off,” I demand as he quickly pushes them down his legs and steps out of them, kicking them into the corner of the room with his socks. My own shoes, pants, and underwear rapidly follow. Stepping back, his eyes roam over my body and he hums in appreciation.
Ducking my head, I suddenly feel shy, and he notices my hesitation.
“What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”
“No, no,” I shake my head, “it’s just my body isn’t the same.” The vulnerability I’m feeling standing completely nude before him is startling. I consider myself very confident and I love my body, it’s just different than it was the last time we were together. My hips are rounder, tummy is softer, and boobs aren’t as perky as they once were. And Logan…well, he looks like a tattooed Greek god.
“Look at me, baby.” He slips two fingers under my chin and pushes up so he can look into my eyes. “You are stunning, and I’m completely obsessed with every version of you. If you let me, I will show you just how much.”
Smiling softly, I agree. “Okay.”
My concerns are washed away as he dips his head again and he sucks on my pulse point. His mouth travels up my neck and back to my lips in a desperate kiss as he continues to walk me backwards until the queen-size bed hits the back of my knees. Falling into the middle, I scooch my body up the soft sheets towards the pillows and he crawls above me bracing his weight on one forearm.
His lips only linger on my throat for a moment before they crash into mine again and I can’t get enough. His hand travels leisurely over my hip, down my thigh towards my centre. I arch my hips towards his touch, heart pounding with anticipation.
When he reaches my pussy, he pauses for a moment, giving me a chance to change my mind. Not happening, I’m fully in. I cover his hand with my own and encourage him to continue his exploration. His fingers glide easily through my slick heat.
“Look how wet you are. Is this all for me, baby?” he mumbles against my lips, his voice low and rough as he rubs slow, gentle circles around my opening.
“Stop teasing. I need more.”
“So, demanding. Like this?” Two fingers dip into my entrance and move in a steady rhythm, the palm of his hand pressing on my clit. The pressure draws a moan from deep in my throat. I grip his shoulders as my breathing becomes faster.
“Feel how tight you are around my fingers?” He continues thrusting and twisting as he adjusts his hand so his thumb can brush slow circles over my clit. I feel like I’m going to come undone, every nerve ending is lit up as he coaxes me higher and higher.
“You like it when I work you open like this, don’t you, dirty girl? Don’t hold back, I need to feel you fall apart all over my fingers.”
Every stroke of his fingers and circle of his thumb brings me closer to the edge.
“Don’t fight it, baby. I want to see you lose control.”
I cry out helplessly as waves of pleasure roll through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. He doesn’t take his smoldering brown eyes off me as I fall apart in his hands.
“That’s it, you are doing so well,” he murmurs as his strokes slow. He tracks every small gasp and groan falling from my lips like he’s committing this moment to memory.
“You are so beautiful when you come for me like this.” His fingers leave me, and he brings them to his mouth, smirking as he sucks them clean. Good lord this man is going to kill me. “Mmmm, I want more. Let me taste you?”
“Later.” Breathlessly, I meet his gaze and without another word I push him onto his back and slide my hands down his chest, over his hard abs and grasp his thick, hot cock in my palm and squeeze. His hips eagerly push forward into my touch.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”
His voice is wrecked as he tips his head back with a moan. Logan is the most vocal man I have ever been with and it’sridiculously hot. I stroke him with slow deliberate movements, my thumb gliding and circling over the slick bead at the tip. I love the way his muscles tense and his jaw tightens as he tries to maintain a sense of control. Leaning forward, I kiss along his jaw towards the corner of his mouth. His hand tangles in my hair and his breaths become ragged as I continue in a steady rhythm up and down his shaft.
“Oh my god, you need to stop or I’m going to come. I want to be inside you when I do. I need to feel you come on my cock. Please, baby,” he begs as his hips continue to snap into my hand. In an instant, he grabs my wrist forcing me to stop, and I gasp as he flips me effortlessly onto my back and pins me beneath him. The muscles in his forearms and neck become corded and strained as he fights to remain in control.
“I need you,” I plead. “I have an IUD and I’ve only been bare with you. Ever.” I silently thank my past self for talking about our history the other night.
