Logan strokes my pussy with one hand, and wraps the other around his cock. He rubs the mushroom-shaped tip against my clit and I moan.
“I love you,” he rasps, and begins to enter me. I’m drenched, making him wince in pleasure. He slides his hard length as deep as it can go, kisses me, and we begin to move. I’ve never had sex with a dancer before.
This man lives, really lives, in his body. He understands how it functions, not just for lifting weights, but every movement is trained. I’m swept away, moaning with abandon, forced to catch my breath as heat rockets into my core. His blue eyes I’ve known since forever are staring at me with such love, such need, that tears start to gather in my eyes. I rise, throw my arms around him and claw across his shoulder blades as thick, throbbing pulses tighten my pussy. He groans and claims my mouth, muffling my cries. The steady strokes slow to let me rest, but they don’t stop. He’s smiling at me as his hips thrust with a long stroke, then another, then another, picking up speed until he’s in a rhythm that satisfies us both. I grab his hips and buck mine. “You feel so good!”
He flips us over so that I’m riding him. My hair falls just above my breasts, both bouncing as I use my thighs, fucking him a little faster. Logan’s eyes roll back and close. The heavy lids crack open and he reaches up to play with my nipples, caressing them with his open palms so lightly that it’s infuriating. I moan and grab them, cupping his hands around me and holding them, because my nipples are too sensitive right now. Riding him from base to tip, repeatedly, I throw my head back and really feel how hard he is, how much he wants me, how beautiful he thinks I am.
He came back for me.
He left it all for me.
I don’t have to miss him anymore.
Beads of sweat slide between my breasts. Logan is shining, too. I’ve got him panting, groaning, trying to take control but half-heartedly. He’s enjoying me on top. I grab his hands, lace our fingers, and slam them above his head, craning my back so that my breasts reach toward his mouth to offer a bite. He claims my taut crest, licks it as I ride him a little slower, drawing each stroke out.
I’m close.
So is he.
He loves this.
Loves me.
My best friend growls my name as his muscles flex with need. His cock stiffens near the edge, pushing me nearer to mine. A burning heat sends waves of intense pleasure into my pussy, all her edges and insides. The waves take hold of me, my willpower, my ability to think. “Logan,” I cry out, as I give myself to it. He rolls me over to be on top, lifting my leg as he grinds. His hips arch up, the top veiny line of his length hitting my clit perfectly. The warmth hits a new high. I grip his arms as my legs stiffen with each stroke of his cock. Tears I was holding back break free. Logan roars, unleashes everything he has to give me while I marvel at how beautiful he looks when he cums. How primitive and crazy, and completely and utterly beautiful.
He hugs me, panting, our sweaty chests squished together as he turns us on our sides, still inside me as he wipes my cheeks and kisses my tears.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“No,” I sob, burrowing into his neck. “I don’t want to lose you again.”
“You won’t.”
“Let’s move in together!”
With love in his eyes, Logan grins, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Chapter Forty-Five
LOGAN
"Don't open them!" Samantha groans through a smile as I head for the hotel’s black-out curtains to allow natural light in for a change.
For the second morning in a row, we ordered breakfast in bed. Yesterday was more healthy, but today a feast that our sweet-tooths dictated is coming, but it won’t be here for a while.
“This window faces east, so I’m hoping the sun will shine on your naked body. Let’s see if I’m lucky.” I open the taupe curtains and sure enough, beams splash in. Admiring the effect I rasp, “Yes!”
Sam is gracefully lying on her back under a blanket of sunshine since the other blankets are on the floor. Her soft hair is fanned out on her pillow, dusky nipples pointed, flesh bouncing as she pats the king-size. “Come back to bed, Logan.”
I walk to her, cock swinging free. Reaching up to rake my long hair back I glance down and see the claw marks she left on my abs. “Look what you did.”
“Wasn’t me.”
“Oh no?”
Sam laughs, “Nope. We have gremlins.”
“Very sexy gremlins,” I smirk, crawling between her legs and adjusting the right one to get a better view of her pussy. “I love looking at you.”
“My face is up here.”
“I’ve seen your face my whole life.” Tapping on the spongy folds, I say, “She and I need to get better acquainted.” Burying my mouth into the salty sweetness, I give her a lick and hum, “Mmm.” Sam gets up on one elbow to watch me, and I lock eyes with her as I lick again. Her mouth softens, eyelids heavy. I spread it with my fingers and discover her hidden clit. Giving it a tender nibble with my teeth makes her moan. I suck for a bit, wrapping my lips around the tiny bean, using the tip of my tongue to lick it, and suck some more, releasing her when she’s too sensitive. With a steady rhythm I lap her sensitive folds, the gentle opening, using my hands to caress her inner thighs with a feather-soft touch.
Sam opens her legs for me. “So good, Logan.”
I give her clit tiny flicks with my tongue’s tip and glance up when she begins
