“I did not.”
“Did he touch you?” she asked, knowing he meant it when he said to be specific.
“He did not.” He leaned in, nipped her bottom lip. “You’re so fucking wet, and I’m so fucking hard, Sam. I want to feel your pussy on my cock.”
She shivered, lifting when his hands fell away so he could unbutton his jeans. She settled her hands on his shoulders and stared down between their bodies as he deftly pushed his jeans down and freed his beautiful cock.
“Sit on my cock,” he instructed. “Ride me while you interrogate me.”
The dark rumble of his voice made her nipples pebble and her sex clench. She’d known he was going to make up for lost time when she got home, but she hadn’t expected this. Not that she minded. She was sure there was a hefty tip in it for the driver, provided he gave them the privacy Logan sought.
Logan tugged her panties aside so she could sink down on him. She moved slowly, enjoying the glide of his cockhead along her slit, then the delicious stretch as he angled at her entrance. When his cock was pushing inside her, Sam eased down on him, moaning as she did.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” she said softly, loving how his long, thick cock filled her, bringing all those sensitive nerve endings to life.
He grunted, pushing her shirt and bra up so that her breasts were bared to his hungry gaze.
Thank God for tinted windows.
Sam remained in control as she lifted and lowered, rocked forward and back, fucking herself on his cock. She’d worked herself up over the weekend with erotic thoughts of him and Elijah together. Because of those fantasies, she knew it wouldn’t take much to get her off.
“Did you…” She moaned as he pressed on her clit again. “Did you kiss Eli while I was gone?”
“I did.”
She sucked in a harsh gasp; her eyes widened at his admission. A mental image of their first kiss in the cabin flashed as heat swamped her.
“Was it as good as you remembered?” she asked, her hips moving faster, her pussy milking him.
“Better.”
Oh, hell. Those mental images alone were going to make her come.
“Did you touch him?” she whispered, trying to focus on her questions even as the pleasure consumed her.
“I did.”
“Where?” She moved faster. “Tell me, Logan. Tell me what happened.”
His hazel eyes flashed with desire. “I fucked his mouth with my tongue, baby.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
“And I stroked his cock until he came.”
Her pussy clenched, pulling a moan from his chest.
“You like knowing that, Sam?”
She nodded. “I want to watch.” She rocked forward and back, quickening her pace as her core began to tingle. “Did he touch you?”
“He jacked me off,” he growled, his eyes hot as he stared at her breasts. “He made me come with his hands.”
“Logan … I’m so close. What else?”
“What else do you need, baby? Doesn’t the thought of us locked in a passionate kiss, our hands stroking … isn’t that enough for you?”
It was more than she’d expected, yeah. But it wasn’t nearly enough. She wanted to watch them. She wanted to see her powerful, dominant husband give and receive pleasure from her sinfully sexy lover.
