I crawled on the bed, taking her in. Admiring her body. Craving her tits. Needing the warmth of her arms. The sweetness of her lips. The heaven of her pussy. My cock pulsed between us.
“Do you have any condoms?” she tested.
I nodded. I reached into the bedside table and grabbed a foil packet. “I made a special stop today.” I grinned wickedly.
She bit her lip, watching me roll the condom over my shaft. I settled over her body, spreading her legs wide. My eyes locked on hers as I nudged the tip of my cock to her heat. She whimpered.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you left,” she admitted.
I groaned, spreading her open. “You’ve always been perfect, Cass.”
I couldn’t slow down any longer. I couldn’t wait. I sank into her, as she cried out. Fuck. She was tight and hot. Her body enveloped me. Her pussy welcomed me home, clenching and squeezing me. I dove deep into her again and again. Her shock was replaced with soft sounds of satisfaction.
Her nails dug into my back with every thrust of my dick. I didn’t care if she left marks. This was how we always fucked. Wholly. Fully. Like animals meant to be together.
I lifted her ankles to my shoulders.
“Take it, baby. Take it from me,” I demanded.
She rocked her body to meet my cock.
“Yes. Oh, fuck yes,” she whimpered.
God, this woman was a rock star.
I squeezed her ass, sinking deeper inside her with each of her thrusting motions. She arched her back and moaned.
I took her hard nipple into my mouth. She reached her hands into my hair and encouraged me to take in more of her tit. I rolled it between my teeth, and she tightened around me. I heard her scream my name as her body clenched. I grabbed her hips and kept up the rocking motion. I was swelling thick, and her tighten climax sent me over my own edge. Gripping tight to her hips, I plunged hard into her one last time as my release erupted. I roared toward the ceiling. Fuck. I was home.
Sixteen
Cassie
I stretched my sore muscles half in a dream, half awake. I was aware of a sweet rawness between my thighs that I hadn’t felt in years. Barely opening my lashes, I saw it was still dark out.
I realized that what awakened me was the feel of Logan’s arms coming around from behind me and cupping my breasts. I felt his warm kisses on my back and his hard cock between my ass.
It didn’t feel like I had been asleep that long. Already Logan was hungry for more, and I was more than willing to give it. I arched my back pressing my ass harder on his wide shaft. The sheets were half-hazardly pulled over our bodies.
I moved to roll over, but his hands on my hips stopped me. Instead, he reached down and slipped his ready cock between my thighs. I arched my back deeper giving him the right angle.
“You always liked it this way, didn’t you?” he teased. His voice was deep and sleepy.
“God, yes,” I moaned.
I heard the bedside drawer slam close and I reached between my legs, easing my throbbing clit while he rolled on a condom.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot, baby.” He pulled my knee wide, watching me work over my clit. I moaned and panted.
“But I want you,” I whined.
“Then show me,” he teased.
I rolled on my stomach, offering my ass in the air. I almost came right there, from the build up. The wait. The need for him to consume me and take me under.
Logan reared on his knees, pushing his cock to my pussy. I moaned as he slid in hard and slick. Though I was a little tender from our first encounter, the feeling of his hard shaft pumping in me quickly overtook any soreness.
His hands reached around twisting and teasing my nipples. Between that and the deep penetration, he was giving me from behind I could already feel my body tightening in anticipation. I clasped the sheets in my fists, matching his thrusts with thrusts of my own. He kicked out my knees wider, sinking deep inside me.
I screamed as he hit my walls in places that hadn’t been touched since the last time he was inside me this way. The day I was certain we conceived Eloise. The day he left.
“Oh fuck, Cass.” He gripped my waist, fucking harder and faster.
I was sure another orgasm would kill me, but my body didn’t seem to care. Instead, it only reacted to the sensual motions of Logan’s warm naked skin against mine.
“Logan,” I moaned in the silence of the night.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered. “I can feel you. You’re so tight, baby. Come for me again,” he ordered. “Tell me you’re mine, again, Cass.”
My body obeyed in an instant. With the tightening of my insides, I felt the thick pulsing of Logan’s shaft still beating against me. His pace was relentless. I felt like I was flying in the air as his constant pumping collided with my over sensitive skin. As he continued his hard thrusts, I laid my head on the bed, ass in the air. He was gripping my hips now sending each pulse deeper inside me.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“I’m yours,” I groaned. “I’m yours, Logan.”
He slammed into me and it felt like my mind and body splintered. The stars swirled around me and my orgasm exploded.
“Fuck, Cass,” he called as his climax built.
I felt his hand slid down to my backside. I let out a gasp as one of his fingers pushed into my forbidden hole. He pumped it in and out with every thrust of his hips, each time sending it a little bit deeper inside of me. It burned and seared with erotic pulses. Nothing had ever felt this fucking good before.
“I can't,” I cried into the pillow hopelessly.
“Yes you can, Cass,” he demanded back to me as he picked up his pace. “You’re going to come again. As many times as I tell you to.”
I was overcome with sensation. Between Logan's growing dick pulsing inside me and his finger keeping time, I was lost in the overpowering sensation.
“Of, God, yes,” I screamed into the pillow. It was the ultimate climax. I had never felt my body orgasm like that before. He steadied his pace as I tightened around him and I felt the smooth, warm pulse of his cock inside me. I arched my hips back wanting to push him deeper inside.
Finally, I felt him relax against my body, and he slowly removed his finger from inside my puckered hole. His body came down on top of mine.
Gingerly, he rolled us over to the side, keeping me close against him. I could hear his heavy breathing against my ear match my own racing heart.
He pulled the sheet up over us, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep. I didn’t know if I could define what we had done to each other’s bodies tonight, but it was what we had always done best—now it had more meaning than ever.
Seventeen
Logan
I could feel Cassie waking up before I even opened my eyes. It was the first night I slept all the way through in a long time. Well, I guess I didn’t sleep all the way through, but I didn’t have any nightmares, and that was a first.
I pulled her naked body tighter to mine not ready to wake up.
“Logan,” she whispered as she rolled over in my arms to face me.
“I need to get home before El wakes up.”
I pulled her toward me, ignoring her words.
“I have to get her to school, and get myself to work. You need to go to work too,” she urged, snuggling against my chest.
I cracked my eye open to look at my clock. Though the sun was up, it was still early morning light.
I kissed the top of her head as I slowly woke myself up. I couldn’t help but think things would be a lot easier in the morning if her and El were staying here with me.
“I mean it, Logan. I need to go,” she said softly pushing against my chest as my arms slid down the length of her naked body.
I scowled at her in disappointment.
“You can hang out in bed all day if you want, but I have to go. I’ve never left Eloise for a whole night.”
It was strangely satisfying to hear that.
“Okay,” I f
inally said gruffly.
I rolled over and leaned against the headboard looking towards the ceiling. I watched Cassie slide her body out of bed and hunt on the floor for her things.
“I have some clothes you can borrow,” I offered as I let my eyes linger on her body. “That is if you don’t want to attempt to squeeze yourself back into that little number. It’ll cost you though.”
She turned around hands on her hips. She had looked exquisite last night in the moonlight, but this morning, with the full sun washing over her curves, she was breathtaking.
“Cost me what?” she asked, narrowing her eyes on me.
“Just a shower before you go,” I bargained.
I watched her eyes trail down my bare chest and land on my hips. The sheet over my waist wasn’t doing much to hide what was growing underneath.
She bit her lower lip, and I smiled in satisfaction. She didn’t want what we shared to end any more than I did. I slid out of bed not waiting for a response. I promptly threw her over my shoulder and smacked her naked ass. She squirmed and squealed.
I set her down in the bathroom as I turned on the shower. She hugged her arms around me, and I kissed her hands on my chest as we waited for the water to warm.
It didn’t take long for the bathroom to steam up and we stepped inside together. Without a word, I grabbed the loofa and filled it with a silky lather. Cassie let me rub it up and down her body.
Finally, after she was covered in a soft froth, I dropped the loofa and caressed her body with my hands instead. She leaned against the tile wall and closed her eyes in satisfaction as I massaged and cupped her breasts.
She reached down and took my shaft between her two soaped up hands. I continued lathering her body as she stroked me up and down. Her hands were so soft and slick against my erection I could feel myself already swelling to burst.
I pulled her into the stream of the water with me, pressing her hard against my body. I wanted to slip inside her again. Instead of letting me, she pushed back on my chest.
I looked down at her through my dripping hair wondering why she stopped me. She had a wicked smile on her lips. She pushed away from me just enough to kneel before me on her knees. Cassie took the length of my shaft in her mouth in one fluid motion. Her mouth was so warm and wet.
“You’re a fucking vixen,” I moaned. “Do you know that?”
“For you, yes,” she answered. Her blue eyes blazed. “I didn’t get to finish what I wanted last night.”
I grinned. “Don’t let me stop you this morning.”
She teased the tip of my shaft with her tongue licking up the small bead of cum already dripping out. I dug my hands into her wet locks urging her to take all of me again.
She swallowed me, wrapping her hands around my ass and digging her nails deep into my flesh. I rocked hard against her mouth as she opened her throat and took me all the way to the hilt.
Each time she would scrape her teeth along my shaft and then plunge it deep into her mouth again.
“Fuck, Cass,” I moaned. “Baby I’m going to come,” I promised.
Her grip tightened on my ass and she took my shaft deep into her throat. I reached forward and steadied myself against the tile wall as I pulsed my warm juice into her mouth. I grunted, fucking her sweet mouth fully. Cassie waited till I was done and then swallowed. Looking at her hungry eyes made me want to lock her in my room and fuck her till she begged me to stop.
She stood up, and I tilted her head to take her mouth with mine. I could still taste my salty flavor on her tongue. It made me want her even more.
“I should probably go,” she said reaching behind me and turning the water off.
She gave me a wicked grin and gave a soft tug on my beard.
“I think I’ve decided that I do like this,” she said before turning to slip out of the shower.
Twenty minutes later she was dressed in my old Army sweatpants and PT shirt. I drove her home. She leaned over the seat to give me a final kiss before slipping out.
I tilted her chin to stop her before our lips met. She looked at me surprised.
“Can I come by tonight?” I asked. “We never talked about Eloise.”
She smiled and gave me a quick peck. “You’re right. We didn’t.” She leaned over the open door, “You should probably pack a bag then.”
“See you tonight.” I watched as she climbed the stairs to the front porch.
Eighteen
Cassie
I did my best to tiptoe up the stairs as quietly as possible. I carried my heels in one hand and my gold dress in the other. Tiptoeing, I turned and shut the door.
“Well good morning, sunshine,” Megan’s voice called from the kitchen.
I huffed in defeat. All that attempt at being stealthy and I was still caught red-handed in my walk of shame.
“Coffee?” she asked holding a mug. “I just made it.”
“Yes please,” I said setting my skirt and shoes on the floor.
We both came to sat at the small table and sipped our own cups for a few minutes.
“Everything good with El last night?” I finally asked hoping to avoid the third degree.
“She was an angel like always. She went to bed kind of early though. Still had that cough,” Meg reported.
“I probably should go check on her,” I said, starting to get up.
“Wait a minute. You're not going anywhere until you tell me every detail from last night.”
“Every detail?” I asked with a raised brow.
“Oh, yeah. Every single dirty one. The dirtier the better.” My best friend winked.
“Sounds like you’re the dirty one,” I teased.
“Hey when you don’t get any action, you’ll take what ever you can get. That includes living vicariously through your best friend.”
If she thought throwing out the best friend fact was going to make me tell her how Logan had fucked my brains out and then did it again, she was wrong.
“I’m still not going tell you,” I replied.
“Fine,” Megan whined. She pushed her long straight blonde hair back from her shoulders in an irritated gesture. “But you did at least, you know…do it?”
“I did stay the night, didn’t I?”
“And came home in clothes that don’t belong to you,” she added with a tip of her cup before taking a drink. “So you think things might start to be coming back between you two?”
“Well, there was defiantly one thing that came back pretty easily between us,” I admitted.
“Like riding a bike,” Megan said with a wink.
“Yeah, something like that. It was nice to talk with Logan too.”
“Talk about what?” Megan asked knowing that, as the best friend, she was defiantly entitled to these details.
I told her all that we talked about over dinner and most of what he said me back at his place. I kept the story about his injury vague, however. I could tell from the way he told me last night, that it was still something very personal and hard for him to talk about.
“Wow,” Megan said when I was done. She looked at me over her now empty mug deciding if she wanted to ask what was on her mind. “Do you think you will tell El now?”
I gave a long sigh.
“Yeah, I mean, I think so. I don’t know. Things are happening really fast. I just need a second to process it all before I do something as irreversible as that.”
“I know you still love him,” Megan said. “You never stopped. You may have had your heart broken, but it has always belonged to Logan. I get being scared, but you have to admit to yourself that you still love him. And that, no matter what he did in the past, he deserves to be Eloise’s father now.”
I thought about Megan’s words as I hugged her and sent her out the door and back to her own place. I was grateful to have such a good friend like her. Not only was Megan always there for me when I needed her, but she also never shied away from telling me the truth. Even if I didn’t want to hear it.
She w
as right. I did love Logan. Really, I always had. Even when he left. My hurt never took away how much I loved and needed him. I knew deep in my heart that there would never be another for me.
It was a terrifying realization to come to. It meant fully opening myself up again and risking being hurt a second time. I had to put my trust in Logan’s words though. I knew he was sincere in wanting to always be there for El. I had to trust his words that he would always be here for me too.
I heard some restless coughing from down the hall and figured that Eloise must be waking up. My mind turned to her as I heard the sound of her little feet coming down the hall. She was coughing hard, and her eyes looked sunken like she hadn’t slept at all. I immediately came to her side. Her whole body was burning up with fever. Even worse she looked almost lethargic and seemed to struggle to breathe.
“Eloise, honey?”
She looked up at me, “Mommy, I don’t feel good,” she whispered.
I picked her up and carried her over to the couch. My heart was pumping, and I was filling with fear. I grabbed my cell out of my purse still in a pile with my dress and shoes and called Logan.
“Miss me already?” he teased from the other end of the line.
“Logan, its Eloise.”
I was struggling to keep my emotions in check. I didn’t want to scare her. At the same time, I was afraid. Terrified something was horribly wrong with my little girl.
“What’s wrong?” Logan demanded suddenly alert and severe.
“She has this horrible cough that keeps getting worse, and her fever is back. It’s almost like she is wheezing when she breathes.”
“I’m coming right now,” I heard him say as a door shut in the background. “Put a cold washcloth on her head and see if you can get her to drink anything.”
I sat by El’s side, my cold cloth to the back of her neck while we waited for Logan.
Logan didn’t even knock, bursting through the door as if my house was on fire. He was still wearing the running shorts and T-shirt he had dropped me off in and in his hand was a medical bag. He walked over to the couch without a word and opened up the bag. In an instant, I felt all my fears rush away. Logan was here now, and he would make sure that Eloise was okay.
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