His lips brush over the soft skin there. “I thought you would’ve gotten this removed.”
“I could never seem to get rid of it.” I smile down at him.
It’s like the connection between the two of us was frayed, never broken. As evidenced by the ink we still have on our body.
Something we did on a whim in Denver one night.
Holding me close, Logan turns us, moving me up the bed so my head lands on the thin pillows.
His hands move down my body, touching each part of my exposed skin. It’s feverish. I need more, craving his body.
“I wish I could take my time with you right now…” Logan bites down on his thumb. “But I don’t think I can. Not now. Not when I finally have you again.”
Reaching up, I link my hands behind his head and pull him close. “We have all night. We’re not going anywhere.”
“Thank fuck.”
He closes the distance, sealing his lips over mine. Seeking hands. Exploring kisses. Every part of him is setting off a flurry of butterflies in my stomach.
Logan stands, stripping out of his clothes before pulling my pants down. I slide out of my bra so we’re both naked.
He gives his cock a slow stroke. The way he’s looking at me? It looks like he wants to devour me.
“Are you just going to stand there?” I beckon him closer.
“Depends. What do you want to do?”
Leaning closer, I wrap my hand around his. “Allow me.”
I stroke his dick, loving how it responds to me. I lean closer to lick the leaking slit. Humming, I take him to the back of my throat. The salty taste of him explodes on my tongue.
“Fuck.” His hands thread into my hair, locking me in place.
Squeezing his ass, I pull him in and out. We both set the pace as he fucks into my mouth.
“Touch yourself, Audrey. I want you nice and wet for what I’m about to do to you.”
I moan, strumming my fingers over my clit.
“Such a good girl. Getting yourself ready for me.”
His eyes are focused on where I’m touching myself as I slide a finger inside. I’m impossibly wet. The Logan effect.
I bring my other hand around, squeezing his balls. He always loved it when I played with them.
Still does by the way he thrusts into my mouth.
“Shit. I’m not going to last.”
He pulls out, massaging my jaw before dropping down to give me a kiss. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
He digs around for his wallet.
“Condom?” he asks, holding the foil pouch in his hand.
I shake my head. “No. All my tests are negative, and I’m on the pill.”
