by Ashley Logan
“What if I never want to stop?” I whisper, searching his face for a promise.
“I hope you never do,” he says with a grin as he presses his forehead to mine. “You are so adorably frustrating, but I’m going to make you come now, and then again a short while later. We can talk about anything else you want after that.”
Whimpering in response as he claims my mouth again, I give myself to his sure movements, responding eagerly to his subtle prompts. Breaking away briefly, he pulls my t-shirt over my head and tosses it away before resuming his heady kisses.
His hands are calming and steady as they glide over my skin. My bra disappears and I gasp into his mouth as his measured touch excites my taut nipples into even firmer peaks on breasts that feel fuller and rounder than ever before. Mumbling in approval, Lennox leaves my lips, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sparking a fuse through my center.
My previous experience was intended for the pleasure of someone else, but I can see now that it could work both ways, in a completely different way than I’ve thought.
Oh sweet fucking stars above, Lennox Green is totally going to make me come.
My legs start to give out beneath me, but Lennox keeps me upright with one strong arm braced around my hips. One of his legs slots between mine and I can’t help but rub against it as his tongue rolls around my nipple while his beard grazes my sensitive skin.
“Mmm fuck,” I groan, forgetting to care about my language as the tantalizing sensation inside me winds tighter. I can feel my panties getting slick, and as his hand weaves into my hair as he takes my nipple between his teeth, it’s more glorious attention and excitement than my body has ever seen. Crying out as my sex spasms against Lennox Green’s strong thigh, I hear him curse in disbelief before his hot mouth smothers my noise. His hand tightens in my hair, pulling it just enough to set my scalp tingling with a slight sting. It sends more tasty shock-waves through me.
Holding me close and stroking me until my body quiets, Lennox releases my mouth and presses his cheek to mine as he catches his breath. “You caught me by surprise there, Katarina.”
“You’re telling me,” I sigh, feeling almost liquid in his arms. “Is that what it’s meant to feel like?”
Stiffening, Lennox leans back enough to see my face. “What? An orgasm?” he asks, his wide eyes staring at me in alarm. “That was your first?”
I nod.
“You never...” His eyes run over me, and he pulls me close again. “Not even on your own?”
“I never had the time or energy when I lived at home, and after... afterward, I felt too guilty when I tried, because I’d think about what I liked from that time and how bad I knew that was.”
“Oh Kat,” he says shaking his head and nuzzling into my skin. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”
“There’s more?” I ask, half doubting and half hoping as his beard scuffs my neck and sends a rush of feeling through my center again.
“Beautiful girl, we haven’t even started,” he says, his hand trailing down my bare chest.
Swallowing hard, I ball his shirt in my hands again and instantly want it gone. It takes all of my concentration to undo his buttons as he plants whiskery kisses down my neck, along my shoulders and down my arm. Stealing one hand away from its mission at his last button, Lennox weaves his finger between mine from behind, forcing my open palm to his mouth. His soft lips drop sweet love to the skin on my inner wrist with each kiss, and his rough beard scrapes my lust to the surface with each pass.
Ripping the last button open with my free hand, I touch the man beneath, running my fingers from his shoulder to his belt as we both elicit a pleasurable moan.
“You touching me feels amazing. Take it off,” he says of his shirt, standing tall for me to do so.
Pushing it open and over his broad shoulders, I drag my hands over his skin as I shove his sleeves down his arms until his shirt falls to the ground. A thin crop of dark hair lightly shades his chest where the wild vines of the jungle tangle with the friendlier floral vines of his garden-style tattoo. His ink covers his arms, his upper chest, and as I follow the vines with my fingers as I walk around him - his upper back. Corded muscles run down both sides of his spine and as I complete my circuit to admire his equally defined frontage with its trail of dark hair leading down below his belt, I exhale in amazement.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined you were,” I whisper, taking a step back to really appreciate the view.
“So you’ve thought about me naked?” he asks with a grin.
“Are you kidding?”
“Good. Likewise,” he says, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as his heated gaze sears my exposed skin and makes my breath catch. Slowly undoing the button of my jeans, I watch his chest rise and fall just as rapidly as my own.
Closing the gap between us, his lips are on mine in an instant and the next thing I know, my feet are no longer touching the ground. A moment later, I’m being lowered onto my back on the soft grass, surrounded by the intoxicating night fragrance of the now-sleeping flowers. Though the conditions in the warehouse are warm and humid, the grass feels cool and ticklish beneath my skin and I shiver a little at how pleasant the contrast is.
Lennox reaches over me to grab a folded blanket from the park bench, and flicks it out with one fast snap to make it fall mostly flat next to me.
“Tell me if you’re cold,” he whispers as his face drops to my neck, “I’ll warm you up.”
“You’re already making me hot,” I confess as his fingers lightly trace the unbuttoned waist of my jeans. The anticipation of what he might do has me squirming before he’s even done anything.
My hips keep rising off the ground of their own accord and I end up twisting in my attempts to hold them down. Chuckling quietly, Lennox stills his hand. “Have you got ants in your pants?”
I stiffen under his touch. “You have ants in here?”
Laughing a little harder he shakes his head and nuzzles my cheek. “No, sweet girl.”
I relax again and he resumes his gentle stroking of my lower abdomen. “Though maybe I should check, just to be sure,” he adds as my hips begin moving again.
“Mmm,” I agree as his hand slips below the denim and glides over my satin panties in a very exciting development. His fingers brush over my most deliciously sensitive spot and I rise off the ground with a gasp.
Soothing me with soft murmurs, Lennox brings me back to the ground.
“I’m going to do a lot to that little button of joy, Katarina. After you come on my fingers, I’m going to suck that sweet little clit until you come again.”
Arching into his palm at the words, I whimper as he applies a gentle, circular pressure to push me back down.
I can’t keep my eyes open. My heart skips a beat and every breath becomes a gasp as his palm moves increasingly faster, building a tight knot of pleasure within me. Just when I think it can’t get any better, he stops; withdrawing his hand.
Opening my eyes in alarm, I see him staring right back at me. A reassuring smile plays across his lips as his hand slips beneath the satin and his fingers slide through my slicked crease. His eyelids flutter as we both moan and his palm resumes its light grinding as this new sensation has me aching for something more.
“Lennox?” I whisper, having lost all volume control.
Kissing me softly on my cheek, he nuzzles my hair. “I know,” he whispers back at the same time as he slips a finger inside me.
Again we both moan, as if he’s enjoying this as much as I am, though I don’t know how that could be possible. He pulls out and then two of his fingers are inside me while his palm continues its teasing friction.
“Oh shit,” I cry, feeling it building quickly. His fingers seem to hook inside me and again I cry out, but this time he’s ready for me. Mouth on mine, he greedily swallows my every bucking squeal as my legs clamp his hand in place and I curl around his arm like a snake on a stick.
“You are so fuc
king unbelievable,” he whispers against my skin when he finally releases my mouth. “Simply gorgeous.”
I start to unravel from his arm, still twitching as he withdraws his hand from my jeans. Taking hold of their waistband, he peels them from my legs and tosses them over his shoulder into the private little paradise of his indoor garden in the heart of Buffalo. Staring down at me, he shakes his head and covers his mouth.
“I could look at you forever.”
“Just look?” I ask with a grin as I nudge him with my toe.
Growling, he seizes my foot and bites it before leaping on me as I squeal.
The weight of him is a shock, but a good one. Having his bare skin next to mine does things to me I should’ve known it would, and I have to wonder why we haven’t been close enough to do it before now.
“You should take your pants off,” I say struggling for breath a bit until he takes more of his weight from me.
“I should probably not take my pants off,” he says, kissing down the middle of my chest. “Yet.”
Shivering beneath him at that one little word, I start to wonder about assorted vegetables and have to force my mind elsewhere before I either giggle or run away.
“Lennox?”
“Mm?” he replies, kissing my stomach now.
“Why do you sometimes moan when I moan? Does it feel good for you too?”
“Yes,” he says looking up. “Your pleasure makes me feel very good.” Giving me a reassuring smile, he returns to his ministrations.
“In the same kind of way?” I ask, not sure if I believe that it could be.
“Sometimes,” he says, nuzzling my breast before taking it into his mouth and making me moan on my own this time. “Depends what we’re doing,” he says, shifting his talents to my other breast as my back arches to meet him.
“When you... went beneath my panties and moaned, how did that feel good for you?”
Looking up, he lets my nipple slide from his mouth. “When I felt how wet you were for me, my dick practically leapt from my jeans for a chance to drown inside of you.”
My cheeks warm at his candor and I open my mouth to say something, but words escape me.
“I love it when you blush,” he says with a smile in his voice as his face drops back to my skin.
Clearing my throat, I try to speak again as his tongue flicks along my side and I squirm to get away from the tickle. Lennox follows the tickle with the scruff of his beard and I’m back to wanting to be closer to him.
“You should take your pants off,” I say again as I bend one long leg up to run my foot down the length of his leg. Looking behind him to my foot on his ass, he lowers his forehead to my chest and both of his hands grab my hips firmly.
“I forgot how flexible you are until just now,” he says with a tight jaw as he lifts his face to me with an expression of barely controlled restraint.
“Take your pants off.”
“I’ll take your panties off,” he replies, whipping them off before I can respond. They get tossed over his shoulder as well and I giggle until he kisses me. Down there.
Silenced, all other thoughts fly from my mind as Lennox moans, and licks, and does amazing things that I didn’t even know were possible, all in the name of driving me out of my mind. The building sensation is achy and wanting and...
“Omigod get the fuck inside me!” I cry out as he somehow brings me to the verge of blindness it feels so good.
“Fuck,” he grinds out through gritted teeth. The needy sensation inside fades as he moves upwards to my face.
“Beautiful, you cannot yell those things that loud when my daughter is asleep upstairs, and you cannot say that to me and not expect me to do it, because fuck me, you saying that makes me harder than fucking concrete. Now, seeing as I can’t keep your mouth covered with mine if my mouth is otherwise occupied, I’m going to obey your command and get the fuck inside you. I love all of your noise, but tonight calls for some restraint in the volume department. I didn’t know it would be an issue and I’ll make adequate preparations in future so that I can hear the full extent of your pleasure, but tonight just bite me. Okay?”
“You want me to bite you?”
“Only if you think you’re going to yell and I’m not already kissing you quiet.”
I nod. “Okay. Sorry.”
“Don’t ever be sorry about it, Katarina. I fucking love it.”
Nodding again, I take a deep breath. “Can you please take your pants off and fuck me now? I want your cock inside me so bad.”
Groaning he gives me a warning look as he undoes his belt buckle. “Un-fucking-believable,” he says, unzipping his fly and reaching around to his back pocket. The foil crinkles as he tears open the condom and rolls it on to a fantastic looking cock. It must be nearly twice the size of Mr. Coulson’s little prick.
“Ready?”
Wide eyed and wetter than wet, I nod.
“I think you could be more ready,” he says with a gleam in his eye as he drops his face back between my legs.
In no time at all, he has me back at the needy edge. Reaching for him, I pull him up by his hair all the way to my mouth to muffle the pleading demands I make. He tastes of me and as his dick notches into place, he continues to kiss me and devour my moans. He inches inside, giving the deepest, hottest, gruntiest moan yet. The sound of it drives me wild, but the feel of it rumbles right through my body, leaving me whimpering in response.
Pulling back, he drives in again, deeper this time, and it is can’t-feel-my-legs fantastic, but as he breaks his seal over my mouth, he swears and withdraws completely.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as he rests back on his heels, his shoulders slumping. “Are you okay?”
“Condom broke,” he mutters, yanking the tattered remnants from his shining dick.
“I don’t care. I’m on the pill and I trust you. Get the fuck inside me and make me bite you!”
His dick jerks to attention and seems to thicken at the request. Again, he’s on me before I really understand what’s happening. Plowing into me, he makes me gasp, then moan, capturing it like an expert now. It isn’t long before I can feel the steady build of something very promising as he slams into me, probing deep inside.
Shifting his arm beneath me, he tilts my hips to inspire a new array of sensations and provide that excellent friction on my clit. I can feel the urge to cry out building in the back of my throat as I begin to tighten inside.
“You feel fucking amazing,” Lennox pants, claiming my cries as he thrusts me to climax, groaning just as loudly into my mouth as he jerks and stills, spilling himself inside me as I clench around him.
We stay locked together for about as long as it takes for my vision to clear, then holding me to him, he rolls us so he’s on the bottom and pulls the blanket over us. Rubbing circles on my back until our breathing returns to normal, he sighs happily and kisses the top of my head.
“I never imagined it would be that good Kat,” he says quietly, stroking my hair. “I mean, I hoped, but...” he fades off, shaking his head.
“It was way better than anything I could imagine,” I reply, smiling as I kiss his tattooed chest. “Sorry I didn’t know very much. I’ll get better.”
“You were perfect Katarina. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Sighing at the fullness still inside of me, I shift a little so I can see his face. The movement is enough to send a few little tremors through my center and I look up at him helplessly. His eyes are closed, but he doesn’t seem relaxed at all.
“Lennox?”
Squeezing his eyes shut, he keeps completely still and rigid. “Mmm?”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Oh thank God,” he says, flipping me over onto the blanket and driving into me again.
It’s hot, and messy, and by the time it’s over again, I’m exhausted. I ache in the most satisfying ways, and I think I may have actually reached some sort of limit. Limp and drained, I lie on his chest listening to his heart and
the fountain in the corner of the garden as they lull me into a sleepy trance.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lennox blows softly on my face and I give him a lazy smile, but don’t open my eyes. “Okay Katarina. Time to get you cleaned up and put to bed.”
I mumble some sort of oppositional noise and he chuckles.
“I think we’re done for now, but I promise I’ll never stop wanting to do that, so anytime you want to, you just let me know.”
“Deal.”
Shuffling out from under me, he pulls his jeans on and dresses me in his shirt. Gathering any other discarded items, he pulls me to my feet, wraps me up in the blanket and swoops me into his arms with everything else and carries me back through the gardens.
Yawning, I lean against his bare chest. “I should go home.”
“You’re staying here.”
“I am?”
“Of course. We have a spare room.”
Frowning, I pry my eyes open long enough to glare at him.
“I’m kidding,” he says with a laugh. “You’re sleeping with me. No arguments.”
“But what about Kimber? And the morning?” Groaning into his skin, I feel my cheeks flaring up at the thought of how awkward that might be.
“I said, no arguments. But if you’re worried about it, you can get up when I do and I’ll walk you home before anyone else is even up.”
“Yes please.”
Kissing my forehead, Lennox tackles the stairs, negotiates the front door and takes me straight to his bathroom. His shower is hot, with great pressure, and I’m easily convinced to just stand under the spray leaning into him while he washes me. I barely have to lift a finger as he takes care of my every need, lowers me into his big brass bed and curls himself around me.
When his alarm goes off, I hate the sound. I don’t want this night to end. Silencing the beeping, Lennox returns to the position he’s left, only now he’s kissing my shoulder as his hands trail lightly over my skin. I snuggle closer, loving the way his naked body sets mine tingling as if his every touch has the sole purpose of pleasuring my skin.