I glance up at her, meeting her eyes over the curve of her breasts. "Patience," I murmur against her inner thigh, enjoying the way she shivers at the vibration of my voice.
When I finally return my attention to her center, her back arches off the bed. I slip two fingers inside her, feeling her tighten around me as I curl them forward, searching for that spot that makes her…
"God, right there," she gasps, thighs trembling on either side of my head.
I establish a rhythm withmy tongue, feeling her body tense with each precise movement. The taste of her arousal fills my senses, making my own need throb painfully against my jeans.
"Logan," Jess moans again, louder this time. Her hips rock against my face, seeking more pressure, more friction. I give it to her, flattening my tongue and increasing the pace of my fingers.
Her breathing grows ragged. I can feel her getting closer, her inner walls pulsing around my flesh. I glance up to watch her, head thrown back, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. She's never been more beautiful.
"Look at me," I command softly.
Her eyes flutter open, dark and hazy with desire.
"Don't stop," she pleads, one hand still tangled in my hair, the other gripping the sheets beside her.
I don't stop. I increase the pressure, curling my fingers inside her as my tongue works relentlessly against her most sensitive spot. Her thighs begin to tremble on either side of my head, and I can feel her getting close.
"Oh god, Logan," she cries out, her voice breaking as her orgasm crashes through her. Her back arches off the bed, body shuddering against my mouth as I help her ride through the waves of pleasure. I don't let up, continuing to taste her as she pulses around my fingers.
When her tremors begin to subside, I slowly pull away, pressing a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. Her chest heaves with each breath, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She looks utterly spent and completely beautiful.
I move to stand beside the bed, and her eyes follow me, still glazed but watchful. My shirt comes off first, then I unbutton my jeans and push them down along with my boxers, freeingmy aching cock. The cool air hits my heated skin, and I exhale sharply.
Jess watches me intently, her hands beginning to move over her own body. Her fingers trailacross her stomach and up to her breasts, cupping them as she watches me. Her nipples harden under her own touch, and I feel my cock twitch at the sight.
"Come here," she whispers, her voice still shaky from her orgasm.
I don't wait. Putting a knee on the bed, my hands roughly push her thighs apart. Her eyes widen as I position myself between her legs, the tip of my cock pressing against her entrance.
"You ready?" I ask, my voice barely recognizable with need.
She nods, her lips parted, eyes locked with mine.
I thrust forward in one powerful motion, burying myself completely inside her. We both cry out at the sensation. She's so wet, so tight.
"Fuck," I groan, holding still for a moment to savor the feeling of being inside her again.
God, it’s like coming home.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jess
Stretching, I let out a groan as I work the kinks out of my body. Logan’s awake next to me, staring at the ceiling.
“What time is it?” I mumble.
“4:30,” he answers.
“Whoa,” I say, squinting at the dark room. “That’s too early.” I burrow back under the sheets. “Why are you awake?”
He turns his head toward me, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Had a weird dream.”
Afraid of what that might mean, I prop myself up slightly. “You wanna talk about it?”
Instead of answering, he asks, “Do you remember the first time we met?”
