Air crashed from my lips, fanning his mouth. I felt like I had sprinted a race. “No.”
That single word spurred him to action. He was all movement again. Strength and power. His hands tore my panties off me, and I gasped, stunned and turned on and electrified.
He didn’t stop kissing me. Never once. I didn’t know kissing could be like this. Long, drugging, endless kisses that squeezed the coil in my belly tighter and tighter. I didn’t want him to step back and put any space between our bodies. Even that brief separation would kill me. I was sure of it.
I heard the snap of his jeans and the sliding teeth of a zipper. There was a crinkle of a wrapper and it registered through the haze that he had a condom.
Oh, God. This was really happening. He’d given me plenty of opportunities to stop. To tell him to leave. This was my choice. I wanted this. I wanted him.
He pulled back and I whimpered at the loss of him, biting my lip as I watched him roll on the condom. Some of my excitement edged into anxiety as I stared at the size of him.
“Don’t do that,” he growled as his hands came back to my hips again and hauled me to the edge of the table in one sliding motion.
“Do what?” I gasped as he lightly bit down on my throat. I cried out, pleasure-pain shooting through me as he followed the nip with a stroke of his tongue.
“Think.”
“I-I don’t think you’re going to fit.”
“I’ll fit,” he assured, his hand diving between our bodies. His fingers glided against me, teasing me for a moment before easing one inside. I moaned. “See, Pearls. You’re so wet for me.”
I nodded drunkenly as he curled that finger up inside me, hitting some secret spot that sent me careening over the edge.
He made a sound of appreciation. “You’re past ready.”
I nodded again, insensible, aching, my body clenching in need.
And then he was there. Hard and big, pushing inside me. His hands held tight to my hips, anchoring me as he drove in to the hilt.
I whimpered, the sensation of his pulsing cock alien and overwhelming. I wasn’t a virgin, but he made me feel like one. All of this . . . him . . . felt so new.
His eyes blazed down at me. “God, you’re tight.”
“It’s been a while,” I gasped.
“I can tell.”
I made an inarticulate sound in response to that as he moved again, stretching me. His shoulders and arms quivered and I could tell he was restraining himself from moving faster, but the slow friction of him sliding out and in again stoked the ache back to life.
“God,” I moaned. “I can’t take it.”
His eyes sparked fire and he drove into me, sliding me back on the table. He changed his grip on me, fingers digging into the swells of my ass, locking me into position for the hammering of his body. “You can take it.”
I nodded. Incoherent. Sensation rippled down my spine and twisted around to the pit of my stomach. I felt him deep. Deeper than I ever thought possible. I came in a flash, shuddering with a piercing cry. I’d never been loud and my face burned until the sensations started all over again as he continued to stroke inside me.
He laughed low and deep, the sound a purr that vibrated through me. “So you’re a screamer,” he breathed against my ear. “That’s fucking hot. Keep screaming. Show me how much you love this.”
I shook my head, for some reason defiant, even though I reveled in his body driving into mine. I didn’t know why I fought it. He’d made me come twice tonight and now I was headed for a third orgasm. For a girl who never got off during a four-year relationship it was nothing short of a miracle.
Logan kept going, increasing his pace. He was far from done. My nails dug into his arms as he worked over me, the sound of our bodies smacking together filling the air. His biceps flexed and bulged under my fingers. Unbelievable as it seemed, the insistent friction of him moving inside me had me hurtling toward that crest again.
Unintelligible sounds choked from my lips again and he dropped his head into my neck, biting down on my earlobe.
He reached between our bodies and found my clit, rolling it once before pinching it firmly. That’s all it took. I came apart in his arms, shuddering and gasping and moaning, my arms slipping around his shoulders and hanging on to him.
He followed fast, slamming into me with a ferocity that would have slid me right off the table if not for his grip on my ass.
His throat arched and I felt him jerk and pulse to a stop inside me. His body folded over me then, his firm chest sticky on mine. We were still joined. I held on to his shoulders, my heart pounding like an incessant drum in my ears.
My fingertips worked against his skin, fluttering slightly on the smooth surface, unsure where to go. What to do next. I’d never been here before. I’d only ever slept with someone I was in a relationship with. A fling was a new experience and I was lost on the protocol.
He lifted his head and looked down at me, his blue eyes deep and unreadable. He still didn’t move his weight off me or slide out of my body. His deep voice rumbled up from his chest, vibrating against my bare breasts. “I knew it would be like this with you.”
My pulse skittered at my neck and his eyes caught the flutter of movement. His fingers grazed my pulse point there like it was the most fascinating and tempting thing he had ever seen. As though I was.
It’s as if he saw everything in me. Missed nothing. “Be like what?” I whispered.
A long beat followed before he replied, “Not enough.”
My heart danced a little until I shoved it back down and forced my rioting emotions to behave. He almost made me feel relaxed and not completely awkward. “I bet that’s what you tell every girl.”
His expression turned grave. “I’ve never said anything I didn’t mean to a girl. And I’ve never said that before.”
Okay, now I was uncomfortable. I pushed at his shoulder with the heel of my palm. This wasn’t the beginning of some grand romance. Relationships didn’t start this way. I was looking for a forever kind of guy . . . eventually. And he wasn’t that. “I need to clean up.”
He lifted off me. I turned and snatched up my dress from the back of a nearby chair where it had landed.
Holding it against me as a makeshift shield, I hurried to the bathroom. Only once inside, I realized he had followed, his bigger body cramping the small space.
“What are you . . .” My voice faded as he reached inside the shower stall and turned on the water.
That single word spurred him to action. He was all movement again. Strength and power. His hands tore my panties off me, and I gasped, stunned and turned on and electrified.
He didn’t stop kissing me. Never once. I didn’t know kissing could be like this. Long, drugging, endless kisses that squeezed the coil in my belly tighter and tighter. I didn’t want him to step back and put any space between our bodies. Even that brief separation would kill me. I was sure of it.
I heard the snap of his jeans and the sliding teeth of a zipper. There was a crinkle of a wrapper and it registered through the haze that he had a condom.
Oh, God. This was really happening. He’d given me plenty of opportunities to stop. To tell him to leave. This was my choice. I wanted this. I wanted him.
He pulled back and I whimpered at the loss of him, biting my lip as I watched him roll on the condom. Some of my excitement edged into anxiety as I stared at the size of him.
“Don’t do that,” he growled as his hands came back to my hips again and hauled me to the edge of the table in one sliding motion.
“Do what?” I gasped as he lightly bit down on my throat. I cried out, pleasure-pain shooting through me as he followed the nip with a stroke of his tongue.
“Think.”
“I-I don’t think you’re going to fit.”
“I’ll fit,” he assured, his hand diving between our bodies. His fingers glided against me, teasing me for a moment before easing one inside. I moaned. “See, Pearls. You’re so wet for me.”
I nodded drunkenly as he curled that finger up inside me, hitting some secret spot that sent me careening over the edge.
He made a sound of appreciation. “You’re past ready.”
I nodded again, insensible, aching, my body clenching in need.
And then he was there. Hard and big, pushing inside me. His hands held tight to my hips, anchoring me as he drove in to the hilt.
I whimpered, the sensation of his pulsing cock alien and overwhelming. I wasn’t a virgin, but he made me feel like one. All of this . . . him . . . felt so new.
His eyes blazed down at me. “God, you’re tight.”
“It’s been a while,” I gasped.
“I can tell.”
I made an inarticulate sound in response to that as he moved again, stretching me. His shoulders and arms quivered and I could tell he was restraining himself from moving faster, but the slow friction of him sliding out and in again stoked the ache back to life.
“God,” I moaned. “I can’t take it.”
His eyes sparked fire and he drove into me, sliding me back on the table. He changed his grip on me, fingers digging into the swells of my ass, locking me into position for the hammering of his body. “You can take it.”
I nodded. Incoherent. Sensation rippled down my spine and twisted around to the pit of my stomach. I felt him deep. Deeper than I ever thought possible. I came in a flash, shuddering with a piercing cry. I’d never been loud and my face burned until the sensations started all over again as he continued to stroke inside me.
He laughed low and deep, the sound a purr that vibrated through me. “So you’re a screamer,” he breathed against my ear. “That’s fucking hot. Keep screaming. Show me how much you love this.”
I shook my head, for some reason defiant, even though I reveled in his body driving into mine. I didn’t know why I fought it. He’d made me come twice tonight and now I was headed for a third orgasm. For a girl who never got off during a four-year relationship it was nothing short of a miracle.
Logan kept going, increasing his pace. He was far from done. My nails dug into his arms as he worked over me, the sound of our bodies smacking together filling the air. His biceps flexed and bulged under my fingers. Unbelievable as it seemed, the insistent friction of him moving inside me had me hurtling toward that crest again.
Unintelligible sounds choked from my lips again and he dropped his head into my neck, biting down on my earlobe.
He reached between our bodies and found my clit, rolling it once before pinching it firmly. That’s all it took. I came apart in his arms, shuddering and gasping and moaning, my arms slipping around his shoulders and hanging on to him.
He followed fast, slamming into me with a ferocity that would have slid me right off the table if not for his grip on my ass.
His throat arched and I felt him jerk and pulse to a stop inside me. His body folded over me then, his firm chest sticky on mine. We were still joined. I held on to his shoulders, my heart pounding like an incessant drum in my ears.
My fingertips worked against his skin, fluttering slightly on the smooth surface, unsure where to go. What to do next. I’d never been here before. I’d only ever slept with someone I was in a relationship with. A fling was a new experience and I was lost on the protocol.
He lifted his head and looked down at me, his blue eyes deep and unreadable. He still didn’t move his weight off me or slide out of my body. His deep voice rumbled up from his chest, vibrating against my bare breasts. “I knew it would be like this with you.”
My pulse skittered at my neck and his eyes caught the flutter of movement. His fingers grazed my pulse point there like it was the most fascinating and tempting thing he had ever seen. As though I was.
It’s as if he saw everything in me. Missed nothing. “Be like what?” I whispered.
A long beat followed before he replied, “Not enough.”
My heart danced a little until I shoved it back down and forced my rioting emotions to behave. He almost made me feel relaxed and not completely awkward. “I bet that’s what you tell every girl.”
His expression turned grave. “I’ve never said anything I didn’t mean to a girl. And I’ve never said that before.”
Okay, now I was uncomfortable. I pushed at his shoulder with the heel of my palm. This wasn’t the beginning of some grand romance. Relationships didn’t start this way. I was looking for a forever kind of guy . . . eventually. And he wasn’t that. “I need to clean up.”
He lifted off me. I turned and snatched up my dress from the back of a nearby chair where it had landed.
Holding it against me as a makeshift shield, I hurried to the bathroom. Only once inside, I realized he had followed, his bigger body cramping the small space.
“What are you . . .” My voice faded as he reached inside the shower stall and turned on the water.
