by Faith Starr
Cold air blew over me but didn’t cause my chill. He had with his close proximity.
He inhaled deeply, taking me in, studying me with no judgment whatsoever; on the contrary, quite the opposite.
Vulnerability filled me because of the intensity with which he devoured me with his eyes. I too inhaled deeply.
He cupped my breast, squeezing it, flicking his thumb over my hardened nipple, bringing his tongue closer and swirling it around my pebbled flesh.
The yummy fragrance of his shampoo wafted in the air, his hair still damp from our earlier shower. It tickled me when he moved.
My heart raced in eagerness, my neurons firing one to the next at lightning speed, about to cause an outage from overheating. He would have to call in fire rescue soon because his scorching touch would most definitely require first aid. It was too bad we were in the middle of nowhere. I’d no doubt burn up in flames by the time help arrived.
Logan emanated sensuality. He knew it too, which made him that much more attractive. There was nothing like a confident man in the bedroom, especially one equally handsome. My sex clenched at the notion.
He licked a slow path south to my naval, moving at a leisurely pace. My breath picked up speed to match my rapidly beating heart, the suspense killing me.
I reached down and dug my fingers into his wet hair. He glanced up at me, raising his brows and licking his lips. I bit my lower one in response, anxious for him to get a move on it yet also wanting to take it slow. A contradiction.
Untying my boxers and easing them down, Logan splayed his fingers wide. He skimmed them over my knees, my shins, my ankles, my feet, my toes. Delicate kisses followed behind, giving me goosebumps.
My body melted into the mattress. He hovered slightly above my thighs. He kissed one inner thigh, the other. I squeezed my pelvic muscles in the hopes it would slow down my readiness. I didn’t want to come across as desperate, but when it came to Logan, I couldn’t hide my impatience.
Daring to peek down at him, I discovered his lips and hands still teasing, exploring the entire area around and in between my thighs except where I wanted them the most.
“Humph.” A protest was imperative. I ground my foot into the mattress to key him into my displeasure.
He smiled against my skin, peering up at me. “Mighty demanding girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, right now, I am.” Maybe my response would encourage him to get the show on the road. The entire area he toyed with throbbed.
He seemed almost entranced, lowering his mouth, using his hands to spread my legs wider, doing the same to my folds, his tongue so close to making contact.
The pad of it swiped across and in between my folds.
Finally!
“Yes,” I moaned, off in the twilight zone, wrapping my leg around his neck, becoming more aggressive with his hair, fisting it. He didn’t stop his ravenous attack on me, so it obviously didn’t bother him.
“Mmm.” This time a soft purr escaped my lips. I would give testimony under oath that this man had a PhD in oral sex. His skills knew no bounds.
Pressure rose, spreading like wildfire when he plunged a finger inside me. I must’ve been wet because it easily glided in and out while his tongue worked its magic up front, kissing, teasing, licking.
“Logan…”
His eyes sought mine again, my vision becoming blurred.
I tugged him upward, wanting his lips on mine, the ones on my face, that is. See, I could be a dirty girl when I wanted to be. That’s what Logan did to me. He made me feel so alive.
He obliged, crawling up my body inch by grueling inch, stopping at my breasts. He sucked on my nipple, releasing it with a pop.
My senses heightened in every way, his smell became more mind-altering, his touch more sizzling, his gaze more fierce, his grunts more fervid. And the taste of his tongue when it greeted mine, a combination of the two of us, spine-tingling. My heart wanted gentle, make-love sex. The rest of me craved take-me now, fuck-me sex. Was it possible to have both?
My hands explored the muscles of his back, tension filling them as his pelvis worked hard against mine. Shit, at this rate, penetration could be off the table.
He moved over me, our bodies finding a steady rhythm against each other. Sparks ignited quickly and transformed into the most beautiful fireworks ever on display.
To my dismay he shifted, dimming their incandescent light. It went without saying he sensed my impending orgasm.
“I’m being selfish tonight. I want you to explode on my cock. Not beforehand.”
He sounded rough, a man on a mission who knew exactly what he wanted and ready to take it, not mindful with his word choice, which only intensified my desire for him to ginormous proportions.
“I want you so bad.” The words blurted out breathlessly. I wasn’t used to being so forthright with my wishes, especially in the bedroom.
“Fuck, I want you too, babe. Do you want me to use a condom?” He panted by this point as well. “I test myself regularly and I always use protection. I’m clean.”
“I’m on the pill to regulate my periods. I’ve never had unprotected sex. I don’t want there to be any more barriers between us, ever again. No condom.”
He smiled over my lips. “I’ve never had unprotected sex either. You better be ready for this, because I’m about to blow your mind.”
“You already have.”
He paused, the heat between us briefly freezing. “You’ve blown mine too, in a countless number of ways.”
Now I craved the make-love sex. How could I not after hearing such sweet words of praise?
He got busy removing his clothes then climbed on top of me again, skin to skin. I breathed mindfully to remain in the glorious moment.
When he aligned himself with my opening, in all his bareness, I swallowed hard, my heart racing from a combination of things: eagerness, fear, the magical connection we shared.
In my wildest dreams, I never thought he and I would be in a bed making love again even if I’d pictured it a million times. But this was real. His thickness probing my entrance wasn’t a figment of my imagination, a fantasy, a dildo, or my hand. It was Logan, all six-foot one inches of him, a perfect specimen of a man.
My hands rubbed over his damp skin to ground myself, to prove this wasn’t make-believe.
His warm breath blew against my cheek, his hand drifted down between us. He fisted his hardness and repositioned it at my entrance.
His tip nuzzled inside, slight apprehension causing me to tense my muscles.
“Relax,” he whispered against my lips.
It had been a while for me, and never with this much feeling behind it, other than when it had been with him. My biggest despair—that our act of intimacy could be the last for us to share together—a truly horrifying thought.
Using my hand, I spread myself wider for him, until my body granted him full access with no tension remaining.
Time seemed to stand still, my body somewhat unable to move as he inched deeper inside. My body had forgotten about his large size.
“Please relax, babe. I won’t hurt you.”
Those infamous last words.
He brushed his lips over mine. I prayed with every fiber in my being he spoke the truth.
I stared into his eyes. He gazed into mine.
A wave of pleasure ripped through me, settling where our bodies connected. A wave of something different settled in my heart, causing it to feel as full as the rest of me.
My body experienced an “aha” moment, quickly remembering Logan, relaxing into his gentle thrusts.
My hand pinpointed his ass, squeezing it and suddenly feeling the itch for more.
And man did he give it me, going deeper. And deeper. As far as my body would take him.
“Ah!” What a glorious ride. I arched my back, the searing sensations having me digging my foot into the comforter, my hand curling into a fist.
“You feel even better than I remember.” He breathed against my ear.
I pushed him onto his back. He slipped out during the transition. No worries whatsoever on my part. I remedied the situation by straddling him.
He grabbed on to my hips, his satisfaction with my dominance evident in his touch, his eyes.
I wrapped my hand around his length, hovering above it, my legs tucked next to his sides. I closed my eyes and came down on top of him.
“Fuck!” The word shot out of my mouth, my entire being in a state of bliss.
I rested my hands on his torso, holding on as if my life depended on it. More like it did.
“Fuck is right, baby.” He shifted my body over him, the new position hitting that sweet spot inside me.
“Ah!” I cried out again, the fervor multiplied by ten. Screw that, a hundred.
He clasped our hands together. I forced them over his head, leaned forward, and kissed him, restraining him while continuing to ride him, my body welcoming him in as though he’d never left.
He pumped into me, lifting his hips to match my rapid pace.
My eyes flicked open, studying his sweaty face, his panted breaths, his slightly parted lips. He must’ve sensed it because he too opened his eyes.
I smiled.
He smiled back.
My heart became putty, more than usual when it came to Logan.
The three words I felt for him desperately wanted to come out. It took everything I had to keep them tucked away. Way too soon to say it even though my feelings had never changed. They never would either.
My lips remained inches above his for several seconds.
He brought his to mine with more urgency. I opened my mouth to him, our tongues going at it more aggressively.
The sparklers igniting my female anatomy spontaneously combusted into a poeny, the name for the firework which resembles a large ball with no tail, no trails, only a colorful, spherical ball of heavenly bliss. Mine shot off in a deep shade of purple, my favorite color.
“Right there, Logan. Please, keep it there.” I couldn’t hold back any longer.
He did just that, keeping the momentum going steadily.
Lightheaded didn’t describe the divine happenings taking place in my head from breathing so rapidly.
I released his hand, grabbing on to the blanket instead, burying him inside me to the point I couldn’t see straight. Everything became a haze as heat collected and pooled in my core, spreading throughout my entire body. I would most definitely be in need of that fire extinguisher about now.
Everything faded to black.
“Logan!” I screamed out, giving in to the pleasure ripping through me.
He tensed under me, going still, gripping my hips, locking me in place, grunting, releasing himself into me. His body jerked, his lips parted slightly, the muscles in his face tightened.
“Fuck,” he grumbled.
Fuck was right.
I fell on top of him, resting my head on his chest. I focused on my breath, trying to catch it.
His caressed the wet skin on my back with featherlight strokes.
My eyes felt too heavy to open, so I kept them closed.
We remained in this position for several minutes. It took me a while to gain enough strength to lift my head so I could see him.
He swiped my hair off my face. “Hi.” He smiled brightly, sweetly.
“Hi, back.” I returned the gesture, playing with the small patch of hair on his chest.
He had fun with my hair, twirling strands of it around his finger. The emotion in his gaze burned into me, engraving a permanent mark on my heart, the one with the reserved sign bearing his name, now reinforced.
Again, I held back from saying what I felt, instead resting my head on his chest again in fear my mouth would betray me.
I closed my eyes, keeping them shut. That was all I remembered before falling fast asleep.
21
Logan
I opened my eyes, my body warm. Drew had remained in the same position she’d fallen asleep in—her head resting on my chest, her image peaceful, her body relaxed, limp over mine. I had to take a leak, but it would have to wait. I didn’t want to wake her. I also had no fucking clue of the time.
It amazed me that a week had passed, and we would be boarding the bus soon. Part of me couldn’t wait to get the hell away from the mountains and back to city life. The other part cherished the solitude of being alone with Drew.
She shifted. I ran my hand through her silky hair. I loved how long she had let it grow over the years. A sexy-as-hell style, especially now, her locks cascaded around her face. Stunning.
She lifted her head, her eyes barely open. She squinted. “What time is it?”
“I have no idea. Did you sleep well?” I smoothed her hair.
“Like a baby. You?”
My heartwarming caress across her cheek easily answered the question for me, but I still replied. “Fantastic.”
An interesting notion because I rarely, if ever, let a woman stay in my bed. Once we both got what we wanted from each other physically, adios amiga. Not only did Drew spend the night with me, she also practically slept on top of me. The craziest part, I had a killer night’s sleep. I couldn’t remember when I had last slept so peacefully.
Here I’d come to the ranch for a reprieve from my hectic life, and somehow it had gotten even more chaotic. It blew my mind how something so unbelievable had fallen so easily into my lap, almost too easily, which in my experience meant turbulence lay up ahead.
She stretched then climbed off the bed, my cock taking notice of her ass as she sashayed across the room to check the time on my phone. She smiled when she caught sight of the evidence. I shrugged, grinning with pride, having nothing more to add.
“We should probably go eat breakfast before packing. The van is leaving in about an hour and a half.”
Did that mean she wasn’t going to take care of my cock situation? I pouted. I’d have to try another tactic.
“What’s the rush? I can’t go to breakfast with a woody.” I pointed to the offender.
“Yeah, I don’t think it would be appropriate.”
Go ahead and laugh, luscious.
Placing that glorious mouth of hers over my dick, or better yet, burying my cock balls-deep inside her pussy became all I could think about. Let her laugh about that.
“Maybe you can help me out with my problem.” I extended my hand out toward her.
My urge to pee vanished, not like I’d be able to piss in my current state anyway.
She jumped onto the bed, full of life and carefree. Her eyes glistened.
Wow, someone was a morning person, me included.
She straddled me, exploring my chest with her hands. “You’ve bulked up a lot.” She surveyed the areas she touched, heat emanating from her fingertips, burning into my skin.
“I’ll take it you approve.”
“Approve? It’s fucking hot,” she purred.
Fuck me and her hotness. And she spoke differently now. Guess she had grown up, not the young girl I remembered anymore, now a self-assured, sensual woman, the ultimate turn-on. My dick dug it too.
She stared at my erection, skirting her hand down my abs, a bit lower. She held my cock firmly in her grasp, lust filling her. I loved her confidence, but now I wanted to resume control and take charge.
22
Drew
He thought he would control how this went down. Silly man. Not if I could help it.
I gathered my hair and twisted it into a knot to get it off my face. There. Now I could see him in all his delicious nakedness. I moaned in delight, inching my way down his body until my face and his cock were in perfect alignment. I brought my head forward and kissed the tip of his rigid length, licking the wetness, keeping my eyes on his. Need filled them, famine.
Opening my mouth, I enveloped him, taking in as much of him as possible. I sucked leisurely, only to speed up, then slow down, teasing him to no end.
He fisted my makeshift bun, encouraging me to take him deeper by d
rawing me forward. His shaft became slippery under my grasp, thanks to my bobbing mouth.
“Fuck, Drew.”
Satisfied I brought him so much pleasure, I smiled, glancing up at him. His gaze bore into mine which turned me on to the nth degree. So I continued to watch his gorgeous face, using my tongue to lick a swirly path up to the mushroom tip. Wrapping my mouth around him again was the finisher.
“I’m going to come if you keep that up and I want to be inside you when I do.”
Too bad for him. I was having fun. I cupped his balls, sucking with varying grades of tension.
He hardened beneath me and pushed me back, releasing himself from my grasp. I hoped I hadn’t done anything wrong, but if his eyes spoke the truth, I knew I hadn’t.
“Lie down.” His tone was commanding. I liked it.
As instructed, I rested on my back, opening myself up to him in a myriad of ways.
He climbed over me, using his feet to spread my thighs wider.
“God, I’m jonesing to be inside you, baby.”
“What’re you waiting for?” My body screamed for its own release.
“Fuck me, Drew.”
“I plan on it.”
His eyes went wide. I kind of shocked myself at my own forthright behavior.
He aligned himself, my giddiness disappearing as he buried himself inside me with more energy than patience.
I gripped his hair. Our tongues danced to their own beat. He drove into me harder, a heavenly concoction of delirium and intoxication building with each thrust forward.
“Logan!” I cried out, the surge rising, too much to contain any longer.
He flipped me over, so I sat on top, right back where I’d started. I rested my hands against his chest, losing myself, my body controlling the depth and speed of our connection. He must’ve wanted more because he seized my hips and conducted our symphony instead, moving me with more oomph, his cock buried so deep I couldn’t see straight. Between that and his gentle rubbing of my clit, he had me all but shattering into a million pieces.