"You think what?" I asked her again.
She started moving harder, faster.
I cursed under my breath.
"I think . . ." She stopped moving and opened her eyes.
Then she slid off me, pulling my boxers down with her. I lay naked on the bed with my dick standing up in the air. Her eyes raked me from head to toe, resting longer than they needed to on my junk. I placed my hands behind my head and let her take her time. I could never get sick of her reaction to my body. Ever.
"I think you and I need to make new memories in here." She pushed her panties over her hips and let them fall to the floor.
I tried to speak, but her standing naked at the end of my bed, offering herself to me, was too much. I’d failed the first time, and the second. By the third, I'd finally gotten my shit together. "I think that's a really great idea."
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Amanda
He came to a stand next to me. His breath warmed my cheek but I kept my eyes straight ahead, focusing on the bed in front of me. One of is his fingers brushed against my lip, down my chin and in between my breasts. He kept moving it lower and lower until I felt it between my legs. I let out a gasp.
"You want to make memories?" he said into my ear. His voice was scratchy and oozing with lust.
I sucked in a breath and held it.
"Close your eyes," he ordered. It was soft but demanding, just like his touch.
I did what he asked. He still had that power over me.
Then I heard his footsteps, moving around the room. I exhaled loudly, just as I felt his hand on my breasts. He cupped them both, then ran his thumb over my nipples. I whimpered, and squeezed my legs together. "You trust me, right?" His thumb on my nipple was replaced with his mouth, his tongue making circles around it. My hands fisted at my sides, and my back arched, pushing my breasts further into him.
I wanted to open my eyes. I wanted to see him. My breaths became heavy, my mouth dry. Then he was gone. My eyes snapped open, and he was right there—in the small space between the bed and me. "Pretty girl," he sighed, shaking his head slowly. "I told you to close your eyes."
I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off with a kiss. "It's okay," he said into my mouth, and then he pulled back, smirking, right before lifting his hand to show me a tie. "Now I'm going to have make sure of it."
He took a step forward, his hardness pressed against my stomach. He made a show of blindfolding me, knotting it tightly at the back of my head. He moved behind me, making sure it was secure, and then he growled over my shoulder. "I want you on your hands and knees, crawling on the bed."
I whimpered. "Logan," I whined, covering my breasts and sex with my hands.
"Amanda," he scolded. "What's wrong? Are you self-conscious?"
I swallowed my nerves, chewed my lip and nodded once. Then he was in front of me. "Are you kidding me?"
I stayed silent. He removed my arms and exposed my breasts. Kissing my neck slowly, he directed my hand to his dick, encouraging my fingers to wrap around it.
"Does this feel like you have any reason to be self-conscious?"
I let out a moan as he slowly pumped into my hand.
Then he pulled away, moving behind me again. His palm splayed flat against my stomach as he pushed me forward. "Hands and knees," he repeated.
I did what he asked, climbing onto the bed and slowly crawling forward. I tried to stay confident, remembering his words and how he’d felt under my touch. "That's it baby, keep going." I felt the bed dip as he climbed on behind me. His hands covered both my ass cheeks as he squeezed them, tight. I was wet, so fucking wet I could feel it dripping down my leg. "Stop," he said. I did. Then, lifting my hands slowly, he guided them to the top of the bed head. "Don't let go." I felt the bed shifting again; he was moving away. "Spread your legs," he ordered.
Ho. Lee. Shit.
I'd been with Logan before; he was always alpha in bed, but never like this. The effect it had on me must have been evident when his finger slid effortlessly inside me. "Oh fuck," he mumbled. And that's when I felt it; his warm breath blowing against my wetness. I didn't have time to ask him what the hell he was doing before his mouth covered me. My hips jerked instantly when his tongue made contact with my clit. "Holy shit, Logan."
I started thrusting slowly, encouraging his mouth and his tongue to fuck me and bring me over the edge. It only took seconds, my body already prepared for the build up. My thrusts came faster, jerkier. He grabbed handfuls of my ass, pulling me down onto him. And then he sucked. Hard. It was all I needed. I screamed his name—louder than I’d thought possible. I tried to move off him but he kept going, his mouth insistent on getting everything out of me. I rode out every wave, every shock, with my throbbing sex on his face. He never let up, not until the last wave hit and my body became limp. "Holy shit," I breathed.
I tried to open my eyes to get my bearings, but the blindfold was still on. The bed shifted again, as he pulled out from underneath me. Moments later, I felt his hardness against my ass, his chest against my back and his breath against me ear. "We can't go any further."
"What?" My chest heaved. "Why?" I panted, trying to fill my lungs with much-needed air. "But I need you."
He bit my earlobe gently. "I need you, too, baby. But I don't have anything."
"Huh?"
"Condoms—I don't have any."
"Oh." I took a few more breaths. "Did you get tested when you got back?"
"Yes—for everything."
"Then we're good, I'm safe."
He let out a breath. "Thank fuck."
I felt the air hit my back when he straightened up. He slid his dick between my folds, spreading me open for him.
"You have to go slow, babe. It's been a while. I need to get used to your size."
He grunted as he slowly slid inside me, inch by inch, letting me get comfortable.
"Okay," I assured him, once I'd taken all of him. I felt his hand flatten on my back as he pulled out almost all the way and then thrust back in slowly. He did this a few more times, coating his dick with my juices.
"I fucking love watching you take me like this. Your ass is incredible."
His words turned me on even more. I started meeting him thrust for thrust. He was so slow, so gentle.
I wanted more. I needed more. "Logan?"
"Mm?"
And I don't know how the words were formed or how I let them leave my mouth. "Fuck me," I begged.
He moaned. Then one hand cupped my breast, the other rubbing my clit.
"Are you sure, baby?" He kissed down my spine.
"Please, Logan." I needed him.
"Hold on tight," he ordered, right before he moved.
Within minutes, I exploded again. It was stronger this time, and I felt myself throbbing around him. He pulled back, released my breast and splayed his hand against my back again. He kept pumping into me, harder, faster, just the way I wanted it. "Fuck me!" I demanded.
Then I felt him get bigger inside me, right before his body stilled and a growl escaped him.
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She started moving harder, faster.
I cursed under my breath.
"I think . . ." She stopped moving and opened her eyes.
Then she slid off me, pulling my boxers down with her. I lay naked on the bed with my dick standing up in the air. Her eyes raked me from head to toe, resting longer than they needed to on my junk. I placed my hands behind my head and let her take her time. I could never get sick of her reaction to my body. Ever.
"I think you and I need to make new memories in here." She pushed her panties over her hips and let them fall to the floor.
I tried to speak, but her standing naked at the end of my bed, offering herself to me, was too much. I’d failed the first time, and the second. By the third, I'd finally gotten my shit together. "I think that's a really great idea."
25
Amanda
He came to a stand next to me. His breath warmed my cheek but I kept my eyes straight ahead, focusing on the bed in front of me. One of is his fingers brushed against my lip, down my chin and in between my breasts. He kept moving it lower and lower until I felt it between my legs. I let out a gasp.
"You want to make memories?" he said into my ear. His voice was scratchy and oozing with lust.
I sucked in a breath and held it.
"Close your eyes," he ordered. It was soft but demanding, just like his touch.
I did what he asked. He still had that power over me.
Then I heard his footsteps, moving around the room. I exhaled loudly, just as I felt his hand on my breasts. He cupped them both, then ran his thumb over my nipples. I whimpered, and squeezed my legs together. "You trust me, right?" His thumb on my nipple was replaced with his mouth, his tongue making circles around it. My hands fisted at my sides, and my back arched, pushing my breasts further into him.
I wanted to open my eyes. I wanted to see him. My breaths became heavy, my mouth dry. Then he was gone. My eyes snapped open, and he was right there—in the small space between the bed and me. "Pretty girl," he sighed, shaking his head slowly. "I told you to close your eyes."
I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off with a kiss. "It's okay," he said into my mouth, and then he pulled back, smirking, right before lifting his hand to show me a tie. "Now I'm going to have make sure of it."
He took a step forward, his hardness pressed against my stomach. He made a show of blindfolding me, knotting it tightly at the back of my head. He moved behind me, making sure it was secure, and then he growled over my shoulder. "I want you on your hands and knees, crawling on the bed."
I whimpered. "Logan," I whined, covering my breasts and sex with my hands.
"Amanda," he scolded. "What's wrong? Are you self-conscious?"
I swallowed my nerves, chewed my lip and nodded once. Then he was in front of me. "Are you kidding me?"
I stayed silent. He removed my arms and exposed my breasts. Kissing my neck slowly, he directed my hand to his dick, encouraging my fingers to wrap around it.
"Does this feel like you have any reason to be self-conscious?"
I let out a moan as he slowly pumped into my hand.
Then he pulled away, moving behind me again. His palm splayed flat against my stomach as he pushed me forward. "Hands and knees," he repeated.
I did what he asked, climbing onto the bed and slowly crawling forward. I tried to stay confident, remembering his words and how he’d felt under my touch. "That's it baby, keep going." I felt the bed dip as he climbed on behind me. His hands covered both my ass cheeks as he squeezed them, tight. I was wet, so fucking wet I could feel it dripping down my leg. "Stop," he said. I did. Then, lifting my hands slowly, he guided them to the top of the bed head. "Don't let go." I felt the bed shifting again; he was moving away. "Spread your legs," he ordered.
Ho. Lee. Shit.
I'd been with Logan before; he was always alpha in bed, but never like this. The effect it had on me must have been evident when his finger slid effortlessly inside me. "Oh fuck," he mumbled. And that's when I felt it; his warm breath blowing against my wetness. I didn't have time to ask him what the hell he was doing before his mouth covered me. My hips jerked instantly when his tongue made contact with my clit. "Holy shit, Logan."
I started thrusting slowly, encouraging his mouth and his tongue to fuck me and bring me over the edge. It only took seconds, my body already prepared for the build up. My thrusts came faster, jerkier. He grabbed handfuls of my ass, pulling me down onto him. And then he sucked. Hard. It was all I needed. I screamed his name—louder than I’d thought possible. I tried to move off him but he kept going, his mouth insistent on getting everything out of me. I rode out every wave, every shock, with my throbbing sex on his face. He never let up, not until the last wave hit and my body became limp. "Holy shit," I breathed.
I tried to open my eyes to get my bearings, but the blindfold was still on. The bed shifted again, as he pulled out from underneath me. Moments later, I felt his hardness against my ass, his chest against my back and his breath against me ear. "We can't go any further."
"What?" My chest heaved. "Why?" I panted, trying to fill my lungs with much-needed air. "But I need you."
He bit my earlobe gently. "I need you, too, baby. But I don't have anything."
"Huh?"
"Condoms—I don't have any."
"Oh." I took a few more breaths. "Did you get tested when you got back?"
"Yes—for everything."
"Then we're good, I'm safe."
He let out a breath. "Thank fuck."
I felt the air hit my back when he straightened up. He slid his dick between my folds, spreading me open for him.
"You have to go slow, babe. It's been a while. I need to get used to your size."
He grunted as he slowly slid inside me, inch by inch, letting me get comfortable.
"Okay," I assured him, once I'd taken all of him. I felt his hand flatten on my back as he pulled out almost all the way and then thrust back in slowly. He did this a few more times, coating his dick with my juices.
"I fucking love watching you take me like this. Your ass is incredible."
His words turned me on even more. I started meeting him thrust for thrust. He was so slow, so gentle.
I wanted more. I needed more. "Logan?"
"Mm?"
And I don't know how the words were formed or how I let them leave my mouth. "Fuck me," I begged.
He moaned. Then one hand cupped my breast, the other rubbing my clit.
"Are you sure, baby?" He kissed down my spine.
"Please, Logan." I needed him.
"Hold on tight," he ordered, right before he moved.
Within minutes, I exploded again. It was stronger this time, and I felt myself throbbing around him. He pulled back, released my breast and splayed his hand against my back again. He kept pumping into me, harder, faster, just the way I wanted it. "Fuck me!" I demanded.
Then I felt him get bigger inside me, right before his body stilled and a growl escaped him.
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