I kiss her again, then tug at the hem of her shirt. “Time to get this off.”
It feels like ten seconds flat before we’re ripping off our clothes. I slide back onto the bed, this time against her hot flesh, running my hand down her hips, lying on my side.
“I’ve been imagining this all day,” she moans as I slide my hand between her legs.
“Oh. Hello…you’re wet already.”
She reaches out and wraps her hand gently around my cock, which is rapidly turning hard as a rock.
“Yeah,” she says. “Been wet all day.”
“Mmm. Have you now?”
“Thinking about this.”
I tease her clit, toying with her. “Thinking…about this.”
“Oh God, Logan. Please.”
“Please…?” I murmur. “Please what?”
She arches into me, breath catching, her fingers tightening against my shoulders.
“Please…” she says again, softer this time—but more desperate. “Logan.”
I kiss her harder, swallowing the rest of whatever she was going to say, my hand sliding along her side, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us.
I grab the base of my cock, lining it up with her entrance.
“You ready?”
“More than.”
I press in an inch at a time, watching as her eyes glaze over with that pleasure-filled intensity.
She exhales sharply against my mouth, her body reacting before her mind can catch up.
Like she’s been waiting for this, and she’s done with the waiting part.
“Oh God, Logan,” she moans. “You’re so good.”
“Eyes on me, Cass,” I grit out.
“Yes, sir,” she mutters back, and I wrap my hands around her ass as we find our rhythm.
I grip her harder, pulling her closer. I need to feel every inch of her at once.
Her breath stutters, her body responding instantly, arching into me like she can’t help it.
Like she doesn’t want to.
“Yeah,” I murmur, my voice rough now. “That’s it.”
Her hands drag down my back, nails just enough to make me feel it, to keep me right on the edge of losing control.
And I’m close.
Closer than I should be this fast.
