When he moved to her other breast, she was already trembling beneath him. His hand stayed on the first, thumb circling her nipple, keeping it peaked and sensitive while his mouth worked the other. The dual sensation was overwhelming.
"Logan," she gasped, hips rolling against him, seeking more friction.
He released her nipple with a soft pop and kissed his way back up to her mouth. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it made something primal coil tight in her belly.
She reached between them and pushed at his briefs. "Off," she whispered against his mouth. "I need them off."
Ghost sat back on his heels. His chest was rising and falling hard, muscles taut with restraint. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed them down.
When he kicked them aside, air caught in her throat.
She'd felt him before, new he was thick. But seeing him, actually seeing all of him, was different.
He was thick. Intimidatingly so. Long enough that her stomach flipped. Hard enough that she could see the veins running along his length, the head flushed dark with need and already glistening. He was bigger than anyone she'd been with before. Bigger than she'd expected, even after feeling him pressed against her.
Her eyes widened and she couldn't hide the flicker of nervousness that crossed her face.
Ghost went still. He was watching her carefully, reading every micro-expression. "Rachel," he said quietly. "Talk to me."
She swallowed hard, dragging her eyes up to meet his. "I just... you're really big, Logan."
His jaw tightened. She saw him process that, saw concern flash across his features. "Too much?" voice tight. "We can stop. We don't have to—"
"No." She shook her head quickly. "No, I want this. I want you. I'm just..." She let out a shaky breath. "I've never been with anyone your size before."
Something shifted in his expression. Not pride or arrogance. Understanding. Protectiveness. He leaned over her again, bracing himself on his forearms, caging her in. One hand came up to cup her face, fingers threading through her hair.
"Hey," he said softly, waiting until her eyes met his. "We'll go slow. I promise. If it's too much, if it hurts, you tell me and we stop. Okay?"
Rachel nodded, her heart pounding.
"I need to hear you say it, baby."
"Okay," she whispered.
He kissed her then. Slow and deep, pouring reassurance into every movement of his lips against hers. When he pulled back, his eyes searched hers. "I've got you," he murmured. "I'm not going to hurt you."
He leaned over her again, bracing himself on his forearms, and hooked his fingers under the lace of her panties. He pulled them down slowly, watching her face the whole time. When he dropped them to the floor, she was completely bare beneath him.
Rachel reached for him, hands sliding to his hips, feeling the flex of muscle beneath her palms. She drew him back down to her, needing to feel his weight, his warmth. She guided him against her, and when his hard length pressed against her slick heat, they both went still.
He was right there. Right where she needed him. Nothing between them now. She felt every inch of him, hot and thick, resting against her entrance. The head of him nudged at her, and the sensation made her breath hitch.
Ghost braced himself on his forearms, caging her in. His face was inches from hers, close enough that she could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, could see the way his pupils had blown wide with desire. His breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling hard.
He rolled his hips, sliding along her entrance without entering. Just dragging himself through her wetness, letting her feel every inch of him. The friction was maddening. She could feel the ridge of the head catching at her entrance before sliding up, rubbing against her clit with just enough pressure to make her whole body tense.
Rachel's hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into muscle. "Logan..."
He did it again, that same devastating rhythm. Sliding through her folds, coating himself in her wetness, the head of him catching at her entrance and making her think he was finally going to push in, but then he'd slide up instead, rubbing against her clit again. She was already so wet, could feel it on her thighs, and he was taking his time. Making her feel every second of it.
She moaned, louder this time. Her hips lifted to meet him, trying to change the angle, trying to take him inside. But he kept the same rhythm, teasing her, making her body arch and strain beneath him.
"Please," she gasped. "Logan, please."
He caught the sound with his mouth, kissing her deeply. One hand braced beside her head, fingers curling into the pillow. The other slid beneath her neck, cradling her head. His thumb moved along her jaw in a gentle rhythm, grounding her even as he drove her higher.
Then he stopped. His forehead pressed to hers, and she could feel his breath hot and ragged against her lips.
