His cock, always at half-mast around her, surged into full life seeing her perched on the sideboard, eyes wide, little teeth nibbling her bottom lip as she ran her gaze all over his naked body. A rosy flush spread across her skin despite the wet clothing she was still wearing, and her breasts were in serious danger of spilling over the top of her dress.
“At the risk of sounding like a bad cliché, one of is wearing too many clothes still, and it’s not me, sweetheart.” He stepped closer, the caveman in him roaring in delight at the fact that she didn’t seem capable of tearing her gaze away from his dick. That organ strained up to his navel, bobbed in tune to his steps, and pointed straight toward her like a homing beacon.
“I can’t get out of it by myself.” Hannah’s needy whisper made him even harder. She made a grab for his shoulders when he stepped up to her, yanked her dress up and her legs apart, and stepped right between them. Fuck him from here to next week, she was wearing sheer stockings and a garter belt. He’d died and gone to heaven, clearly, because the silky feel of her legs as she wrapped them around his hips was torture and bliss all rolled into one.
Logan pressed his forehead against hers, and pulled some much-needed breath into his lungs, while he fought for control. It had been too long, and this close to his prize … fuck, he could smell the sweet aroma of her arousal and his hand wandered up her thighs of their own accord. The contrast between the silk and the softness of her skin further did him in as she raised her hips, and clung.
“Please, I … yes.”
Logan slipped his fingers under the elastic of the tiny bit of lace that covered up her pussy, and grunted his approval at the wetness which greeted him. Her fingernails dug into his skin, and Hannah jerked when he slipped one long finger into the tight clasp of her body.
“Hmm, what have we here, Mrs. Bryce. Is this all for me?” He pulled back slightly to see her expression. Head thrown back, eyes shut, Hannah’s breath came in short gasps that turned into a long drawn out moan when he added a second finger and thrust those digits in and out of her channel, curling them until he found that little raised patch he was looking for.
Hannah went wild in his arms when he did. Arms and legs clasped around him, she rode his fingers. It was beyond hot to see her chasing her release with such utter abandon. He trailed kisses down her throat, licked across her magnificent chest, and using his teeth yanked the top of her corset down. One of her heavy breasts fell out, her nipple hard and begging for his touch. When Logan sucked that cherry red nub into his mouth and bit down, Hannah tensed and tumbled over that edge. Her internal walls squeezed his fingers, and she gushed her arousal over his digits.
Incoherent sounds came from his girl’s lips, as she continued to jerk in the aftershocks of her release. Logan released his hold on her breast, grazing his teeth along that stiff peak, and Hannah tensed some more.
“God, I love how responsive you are, little dove. I need to be in you.” Logan ground the words out through clenched teeth, withdrew his fingers, grasped hold of the delicate lace in his way, and tugged. The fabric gave way with an audible rip, and he had clear access to her sensitive flesh.
“Yes, Logan, I…”
Whatever else she was going to saw was lost in her sharp inhale as he yanked her butt off the sideboard, and end of his shaft in one hand, ran the tip of his erection through her wet slit. He bumped the engorged bundle of nerves on the top of her hood. Hannah dug her fingernails into his skin, locked her thighs around him, and ankles crossed behind his ass, lifted up just enough so that he could impale himself inside of her on the downstroke. Like a warm, wet fist her internal muscles closed around him, and they both groaned as he grasped hold of her butt cheeks and propped her up against the wall. The couple of steps required to achieve that, lodged him even deeper inside of her, and Logan saw stars.
“Christ, I won’t last five minutes this time.”
A giggle erupted from the woman is his arms, and his dick jerked as she clamped down at him at the same time. He squeezed her butt, and lifted her off him, until only the tip of his length remained at her entrance.
“Are you laughing at me, girl?” He pulled her back down his length, locked his knees, and started to thrust in earnest. Laughter turned to moans, and Logan lost the ability to do anything but feel, as Hannah went over that edge before him. The rhythmic ripples along his shaft sent him, too, into the abyss of pleasure. With his head buried in her neck, he thrust in deep and stayed there, roaring out his pleasure, as his dick twitched inside the tight clasp of his wife’s body. Legs like jelly, they gave way, and he allowed them both to slide down the floor, until they ended up in an undignified heap of limbs and wet clothing on the stone floor. How long they stayed there, he would never know, but eventually the cold creeping into his butt and the shivers wracking his bride got through to his mush for brains that impromptu fuck fest had left him in. His softened cock slid from her silky embrace. He caught Hannah’s moan of denial in the kiss he gave her, until the shivers which appeared to wrack her body brought him to his senses.
“Forgive me, you’re frozen. Let’s get you out of this.”
Chapter Nine
Hannah wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms, but Logan was a man on a mission. He ignored her protests, and having pulled her off the floor, picked her up again as though she weighed no more than a feather.
He hushed her protests with a shake of the head, and firm admonishment to watch herself, as he started to climb the winding, narrow, wooden staircase.
She clung on tight, ducked when he told her to, and got a fleeting impression of several charming, rustic rooms before they reached the top of the tower. Logan appeared barely out of breath, and she had to marvel at his strength as he set her on her feet inside one of the most delightful bedrooms Hannah had ever seen.
It was dominated by the king size wooden bed in the middle of the room. A rollover old fashioned bath stood in one corner, next to a wooden chest of drawers, on which several fluffy bath towels were piled. She recognized her suitcase in the corner of the room, and her gaze traveled upwards over the myriad of beams that crossed the ceiling. The warm colors of the décor were reflected in the deep red and brown hues of the bedspread and added to the whole, rustic feel of the room.
“Here, wrap this around your shoulders, and I’ll run you bath.”
Logan flung a towel around her shoulders, and she sank into the fluffy material with a grateful sigh. While it was considerably warmer up here, her wet dress chilled her skin now that the aftereffects of her earlier orgasms had worn off, and she felt bereft without Logan’s warm body surrounding her. Much to her dismay he wrapped a towel round his hips, which spoiled her view somewhat, but the byplay of his muscular shoulders and back, as he made short work of running her that bath provided more than enough ogling material. The angel tattoo across his shoulder blades almost appeared to come to life, and Hannah swallowed her sigh.
Theirs might not be a love match, but to be married to this hunk, and to have the right to ogle his physique whenever she chose to, let alone the fantastic sex were more than enough compensation.
Logan smirked when he caught her checking him out, and gently tugged the towel out of her grasp.
“Let’s see how this works, ah, turn around for me, sweetheart.”
His warm hands on her damp skin left shivers of awareness in their wake, as he slowly and carefully peeled her out of her dress. The sodden material fell to the floor, and Logan pulled in a sharp breath when she stood in front of him in nothing but her corset and stockings.
She suppressed a giggle when he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a plea for divine strength. Her amusement fled the building, however, when he pulled her close and she felt the hard evidence of his arousal against her back. She grew wet for him all over again, and groaning, Logan ran his hand through her pussy lips.
“Such a fucking turn-on, but I promised to warm you up, so the bath it is.”
“Spoilsport, there
are other ways, and we have this lovely big bed right here.” She panted her reply, because he’d turned her again to face him, and the way he was tenting that towel while his dark-eyed gaze devoured her made her tingle all over.
She took a step back until her legs hit the side of the bed, and she fell backward. His gaze immediately zeroed in between her legs, and she deliberately opened them wide.
“Fuck, yes, open them wider. Let me see that sweet cunt.”
Logan’s dirty words pitched her need for him higher still, and the most sinful smile spread across his face when she complied.
“Beautiful. Put your heels on the bed, hold onto your ankles and let your knees fall open. Can you do that for me?”
His voice changed, took on that deep, dark delicious edge, which she simply couldn’t resist. As awkward as this position felt, it was also hugely exciting.
“That’s my very good girl. If you could see how wet you are for me. Your little hole is clenching as I speak, and you’re lovely and pink, so eager for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please fuck me again.”
Lord only knew where those words came from. Hannah had never been one for dirty talk in sex, but with this man staring down at her it simply felt natural to give into her darker fantasies. “I have real problems holding this though. Perhaps you ought to tie me up to help me, Sir?”
Logan’s sharp intake of breath told her he approved, as did the dangerous glitter in his dark eyes.
“Don’t call me that in the bedroom unless you’re ready to give up total control to me, little dove.”
“Please, Sir.” She put extra emphasis on that title, and when he smiled and nodded she released the breath she hadn’t been aware of holding.
“Very well then. If you need out of the ropes, or anything hurts, say red. Got that?”
“Yes, Sir.” How she managed to get that response out past the lump of excitement lodged in her throat she would never know.
Oh my God, he gave me a safeword and everything.
“Good girl. I’ll be right back. Don’t move now.”
She heard the smirk in his voice, then the sound of a zipper being opened, and in the next instant he was back with her. Her breath hitched, and she couldn’t help her shiver of need when she showed her the red rope. He hovered the end of it over her belly, and she sucked in a breath at the tickling sensation.
“Ticklish, are we, little one? Ropes can be used for all sorts of things, sensation play being one of them, but tonight I’ll just tie you up as per your request. Close your eyes for me. This will be so much better if you do.”
He slid the rope through the folds of her pussy, and Hannah’s eyes fluttered shut without any conscious effort on her part. God, that felt way too good.
“Good girl, I’m gonna tie you up now. Remember to call red if you have to.”
The first tug of the hemp against her skin made her head come up, and her eyes fly open. Seeing his dark head bent between her legs, his warm, even exhales ghosting across the exposed skin of her inner thigh, was a visual stimulus all on its own. Logan clearly knew what he was doing, as he ran his fingers under the rope to ensure it wasn’t too tight, and he checked the knots as he went. He looked up as though he sensed her watching him, and smiled.
“Do I have to blindfold you, little dove?”
Hannah hastily shook her head and screwed her eyes shut.
“Much better, girl. Now just relax and let yourself feel the moment.”
Hannah pulled a face at first, but he was right. Without her vision, the feel of the rope sliding across her skin became a sensual dance. By the time he had her hands and wrist securely tied to her ankles, she was so aroused that the slight air displacement against her pussy made her clit clench in need.
“Ah, my poor little dove is so very needy, but first things first, this corset has to go. I want nothing between us this time when I fu—make love to you.”
Her eyes flew open at that declaration, and the heat and admiration in his gaze as he looked down on her made her heart turn into a jackhammer, not least because he held a pocket knife in his hand.
“Relax, I’ve got this here in case I need to cut you loose quickly, and it’s also rather handy for this. Hold still now.”
He put his hand between her skin and the corset and started to cut away the laces. Every well-placed slice of the knife pitched her arousal higher, and by the time he cut her free of the corset, she was in danger of hyperventilating.
Logan smiled, grasped her breasts and pushing them together, lavished attention on them.
“I fucking love these, and at some point over the next week, I’ll fuck them, but for now.”
He sucked both nipples into his mouth until she was a panting, pleading mess, and then worked his way down her body, delivering little bites, which made her jerk and gasp. Each time he soothed the sting away with his tongue, and when he finally, mercifully reached her pussy, one swipe of his talented tongue was all it took for her to explode. Hannah was pretty sure she screamed, while Logan ate her out as though he was a desperate man deprived of nourishment for too long. He kept up his attentions until the last of her tremors had abated, and then slowly kissed his way back up her body, before he kissed her, while he slid in deep inside of her. So very deep.
She could taste herself on him, and as he set up a slow push and retreat rhythm between her legs, she kissed him back with all the wealth of emotions his slow, languorous lovemaking evoked in her.
This was more than just sex, as he rocked in and out her, and she was powerless to do anything but let him take the lead. With that loss of power came peace and pleasure. God, so much pleasure, as her orgasm flared anew.
Logan broke the kiss, grasped her butt cheeks, and tilted her slightly, so that every slow thrust hit that sweet spot inside of her. She clamped down on him, making him groan, but he would not be hurried.
“Please, I need, God, you’re killing me.”
A dark chuckle was her only response, and he pulled all the way out, leaving her hanging.
“Please, Sir.”
“Hush now, my sweet. We’re doing this my way.” He looked down as he pushed back in with a grunt. “So good. Seeing your greedy little pussy swallow my cock is such a turn-on. Knowing that you can’t do anything but take me, and let me set the pace.”
He flicked a glance up her body, and Hannah lost herself in the intensity of his gaze. On and on he pushed her driving her crazy with the slow coupling, as the pressure built to unbearable levels.
“Please, I need to … please.”
Logan’s face contorted, and she knew the exact moment it became too much for him, too, because he clenched his jaw, set his thumb on her clit, and growled.
“Then come for me now, baby.” His hips flexed, and she flew over that edge with him as he increased his speed, stiffened and kept himself buried deep inside of her. Heat bathed her insides, and Hannah gave herself up to the sheer force of an orgasm that didn’t seem to want to end.
When she finally stopped trembling and gasping for air, she was free of the ropes, and Logan was slowly removing her stockings. How odd that she had forgotten all about those.
“There you are, my sweet, up you come now. Your bath awaits.” Sure enough, when he helped her off the bed it was to find the bathtub filled with steaming bubbles. Hannah wasn’t at all sure her wobbly legs would support her, but she needn’t have worried, because Logan stepped into the bath with her. The water sloshed over the side, soaking the bath mat on the floor, and Hannah winced as the water made contact with her sore nether regions.
She tried to wriggle away, but with his legs either side of hers, she couldn’t, so she gave in and leaned back against his broad chest.
“That’s my girl. You relax now and let me take care of you.” He picked up a sponge from the side of the bath and ran it up and down her arm. Hannah pulled in a sharp breath when she noticed the crisscross pattern the ropes had left behind on her skin, and Logan’s hand froze.
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br /> “Do you mind?” he asked. She heard the concern in his voice loud and clear, and felt the sudden tension in the big body surrounding her.
“Not at all, they’re beautiful.” She twisted slightly to enable her to see him, and the approval in his silent eyes gave her a warm glow inside. Especially when he kissed her nose.
“You’re beautiful, Mrs. Bryce.” His voice sounded odd, as though he held in his emotions, and Hannah sighed in happiness and turned back round again.
“If you say so, Mr. Bryce.”
Logan growled his annoyance, and she laughed. They stayed in the tub until the water ran cold. Hannah shooed him away to get dressed, and a laughing Logan disappeared downstairs to rustle them up some food.
Having donned one of the sheer nightgowns and matching robe she’d purchased specifically for her honeymoon, Hannah, too, made her way back down the narrow staircase. She could hardly believe her eyes when she stepped into the living room. A roaring fire was lit, and Logan had arranged what looked like an indoor picnic in front of it. A very upscale picnic to be sure, with a bottle of champagne cooling in ice, and a selection of mouth-watering cold and hot dishes.
“How on earth?” She gestured to the goodies on the plush rug and sank onto one the cushions Logan had thrown on the floor.
He passed her a flute of champagne, clinked his glass to hers, and shrugged.
“I could pretend I’m a whizz in the kitchen, but that would be a lie. Suffice to say the housekeeper left those for us in the fridge, and there’s plenty more delights in the freezer. We don’t have to set foot outside at all unless we want to.”
“Oh.” His earlier words of keeping her naked all week flooded back into her conscience and heated her cheeks.
“Yes, oh. You should know by now that I mean what I say.” Logan fixed her with one those looks. Dark, intense, and promising a myriad of sinful delights to come. She took a long swallow of her champagne, and Logan barked a short laugh. “You’ll enjoy them I promise, and I shall not insist on keeping you naked, if you wear delightful clothing like this.”
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