by Sable Hunter
A moment of contrition tightened Logan’s chest. “No, this is our wedding night. I’ll take you somewhere special for a honeymoon, don’t you worry about that.”
“I’m not worried.” She was so happy, she would’ve hugged the whole earth if she could have gotten her arms around it. “Are you happy?” Jenna asked him on impulse.
Logan wasn’t expecting the question. He hesitated only a moment. “Of course I am. I just married my dream girl.” Placing a hand on her knee, he playfully pushed the material of her dress up until a portion of creamy thigh was exposed. “God, you’re soft. I can’t believe you’re mine.” With a slow sensual stroke, he moved his hand higher.
Jenna stopped breathing, only gasping when his fingers teased the edge of her panties. “You’re making me wet,” she whispered.
Logan swerved on the road. “We’re almost there and I’m going to love on you till you can’t stand up.”
His promise fortified her until they were driving up in front of a rustic cabin overlooking a sky blue lake. “It’s beautiful.” Her words were low, almost reverent. Everything seemed surreal, a small unwanted niggle of uncertainty teased at the back of her mind. What her mother always said about things that appeared too good to be true haunted her thoughts.
“Yea, it is,” Logan agreed as he climbed out and got their bags. “But not nearly as beautiful as you. “Wait right there,” he told her as he set the items on the porch. Unlocking the door, he came back for her. “I want to carry my bride across the threshold.”
All uncertainty fled as Jenna was swept off her feet by Logan Gray. “Oh, you’re so strong and sexy.” Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she nuzzled him on the strong column of his neck, tasting and nipping. A strong wave of love surged through her. “Are you mine, Logan? Is this real?” She was dizzy with pleasure, weak with the need to be with him once more.
“I’ve always been yours, Jenna. From the first moment I saw you. I fought it, I was afraid it was wrong – but that didn't keep it from being true.” He turned his body to make sure he had her safely through the door. Kicking it to with one booted foot, Logan made his way into the cabin. “The air’s a bit chilly. Let’s light a fire.” Depositing her onto the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room, he said, “You sit right here and let me get the fireplace going.”
“Don’t you think I could keep you warm?”
The playful teasing expression on her face warmed his heart. “I'm going to have trouble getting anything done, seeing that I’m unable to keep my hands off you.” Spreading his hands across her back, he kissed her neck, the rasp of his cheek against the smooth skin bringing a moan from her lips.
“I’m not complaining.” Jenna had waited for this, dreamed about it. She needed him. Being in Logan’s arms, feeling the tension build, incredible heat speared between her legs. She arched against him, pressing closer.
“Jenna, my Jenna.” Her name slipped from his lips, a desperate plea for more as his hands moved to cup her rear, kneading the firm rounded flesh that had always driven him crazy. “You’ve got an epic ass,” he chuckled. “You’ll never know how guilty I felt every time I noticed.”
“You had no reason to feel any guilt, Chief,” Jenna wrapped her legs around his hips and moved her needy center as near to him as she could get. “Logan.” a sigh whispered from her lips as she lifted her hips to fit the ridge of his cock into the vee between her thighs. There was nothing separating them but his jeans and the thin silk of her panties. Jenna bit her lip as he rotated his hips, giving delicious friction to her pulsing clit.
“Feel good?”
“Oh, yeah,” she keened. Oh, how she loved this, the feel of him, the taste of him so male and wild. When he held her close and gently bit the tender flesh near her collarbone, Jenna almost swooned. This was it, she had waited for this moment forever. A dizzying hunger overtook her, Logan was in her arms and there was nothing standing between them – nothing.
“You taste so good,” he whispered against her skin, rubbing his face against her neck. “Hold me tight, get closer.”
With a whimper, she obeyed and then the magic happened. Logan pressed his erection against her. Only the thin material of her panties and the stiffer denim of his jeans separated them. As he undulated his hips, every movement rasped the swollen pearl of her clit. Pure ecstasy swamped her as wet heat gathered between her legs. She wanted him, needed him so much she could die. Holding on to his shoulders, she lifted against him and rubbed herself against the ridge of his cock – riding him.
“Holy Mother,” he growled, this sweet thing was going to kill him.
“Take me to bed, I want you so much. Make me your wife.”
“How about the fire?” he muttered.
“I'm already burning for you,” she whispered as he lifted her in his arms. “A fire only the Chief can extinguish.”
Logan's heart felt near to bursting. All of his secret fantasies had come to life in his arms. Carrying her to the bed, he laid Jenna down, then just stood back and gazed at her. She looked up at him with love in her eyes, a fan of dark hair framing her beautiful face. A delectable body trembled, awaiting his touch. He was the luckiest damn man in the world. “You belong to me?”
Jenna smiled, holding out her hand. “I always have.”
He joined their hands, raising hers to his lips. “I must be dreaming.”
“No, you're not.” She went to her knees in the bed and began removing her clothes. As soon as she was nude, Jenna took his hand and laid it over her heart. “Does this feel like a dream?”
Logan chuckled, “Yea, it does.” He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was a banquet for a starving man. The privilege of seeing her unclothed, being able to run his hands over her perfect body was not lost on him for a moment.
Moving near him, Jenna began to remove his clothes. When his hands came up to help her, she pushed them away. “I can do this, I've fantasized about it enough.” Logan let her do what she wanted, helping by stepping out of his jeans and underwear when it was time. Her small hands caressing him, her lips moving over his chest – he bit his lower lip, steeling himself to not overreact. What he wanted to do was push her to the bed and get as deep in her body as he could, but that would only be cheating them both. He intended to take his time and feast on every part of her. “Now!” she announced when the job was done. “I'm ready.”
“You are so damn sweet,” he muttered as he sat down beside her on the bed. This new freedom to touch her, to not have to hide his feelings, was exhilarating and extremely habit-forming. She reached up to pull him close, but he stopped her. “I want you more than you could imagine, but I have something to say first.” Jenna let out a long contented side and lay her head back on the pillow, giving him a happy smile. From his vantage point, looking down at her, Logan could see the perfect slender lines of her body, the feminine curve of her waist, the gorgeous swell of her breasts. “You are a beautiful armful,” he teased as his penis twitched and engorged. Logan tried fighting the arousal, but it was useless. His cock throbbed with need. His instinct was to claim what was his, roll her to her back and take her. But she was too precious, too small and delicate not to cherish. His eyes found the bruises from the falls she'd taken. “I can't believe you crawled on the back of a damn bull.”
Jenna’s eyes widened as she saw his body change before her. Her response was to wiggle her bottom slightly, lifting her hips in invitation. “I admit that I was lucky, but I did have an advantage. Trick riding has a lot in common with bull-riding.”
“Not enough.” He pushed her silken hair from her face, then slid his hand down one soft toned arm to grasp her fingers. “I have a confession to make. Every time I saw you ride that damn horse, I imagined you riding me.”
Jenna's eyes grew bright with mischief. “I'm up for that.” She started to rise so she could straddle his thighs.”
And when she did, his rough masculine fingers tightened around her wrist in a gentle hold that she knew
couldn’t be broken. “Not tonight. It's my turn. In my excitement to be with you last time, I left a lot of things undone.”
Jenna wasn't sure what he meant, but she was content to follow his lead. “You don’t have to worry, Chief, I don’t want to get away.” The heat that filled his eyes gave her pause as ripples of desire whispered down her spine. Instead of releasing her, his grip increased – not to the point of pain but enough to remind her how powerful the man was and what he was capable of doing. Her breath came in a shallow pant, and in typical Jenna-fashion, she just said what she was thinking. “You’re making me so wet.” She wasn’t lying either, moisture bloomed and dampened between her thighs and her nipples pebbled with need as he held her immobile with one big hand cradling her wrist, his thumb stroking across the spot where her pulse could be felt. “Logan…”
“Shhhh, my turn to talk.” He brought the hand behind her up to sink in her hair, the other let go of her arm and came to capture her chin. “Let’s get something straight before this relationship goes any further.”
“I’m listening,” she swallowed, feeling her skin break out in chill bumps.
“I keep thinking back to what you said about paying me back. You don’t owe me anything. What I did for you, I did because I wanted to, because it was right.” His eyes left hers and dropped to her breasts before raising again. “You were right, everything I have belongs to you.”
Emboldened by his revelation, Jenna slid a hand behind his neck and tugged him down. “I’m not interested in what you have. I only want to belong to you.” Slowly, holding his gaze, she lifted her mouth to his, rubbing back and forth, teasing him with the tip of her tongue tracing the seam of his lips.
“Fuck,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against him. “I’ve been aching to kiss you.” Crashing his mouth against hers, he kissed her so deep and long that it seemed he was satisfying a long-denied thirst. Jenna moaned, kissing him back as if he was the most important thing in the world to her – because he was.
Logan moved over her, covering her body with his, holding himself so as not to crush her, but allowing himself to feel the unbelievable rapture of his skin on hers – the tips of her breasts brushing his pecs, one of her legs hooking around one of his. For long minutes, Logan just let himself love her. He came upon his knees, taking one of her arms and kissing it from shoulder to fingertips. Moving down, he did the same thing to one of her shapely legs. How many nights had he dreamed of having the right to touch and kiss her to his heart's content? “Damn, this is like having a life-time pass to the world's best amusement park.”
Giggling, Jenna beckoned. “Come up here,”
“Not yet, I have business down here,” Logan grinned at her.
“Ah, well, don't let me disturb you.” Jenna teased, running her hands over her breasts, then cupping them. She'd never felt so sensual. Her whole body was tingling.
“Mercy!” Logan yelled. “I want all of you, I want to do everything and I can't decide where to start.” Even as he voiced his complaint, he gloried in the problem. Jenna was here, she was his wife, and he could make love to her all night long.
“Can I make a suggestion?” Jenna pulled on her nipples. “These are aching for your lips.”
Logan growled and lowered himself to the right level. “We can't have that.” With one big hand he framed her breasts, kneading and molding the shape. “You're perfect. Did you know that?” Their eyes clashed as he rubbed his palm over the tender globe. “I used to fantasize what you'd look like, but you're more beautiful than I ever imagined.” He traced the full mound. “Firm, round, high and tipped with succulent cherry-red nipples.”
Jenna clasped him behind the neck. She loved the praise, but she needed more. “Your mouth is speaking beautiful words, but I can think of a better use for those lips.”
With a triumphant laugh, Logan gave her what they both wanted. Taking a nipple between his lips, he began to suckle, molding one breast while he sucked at the other. Jenna closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. God, how long had she craved this? Unable to look away, she watched Logan worship at her breast, kissing, swirling his tongue, drawing as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could – pulling, drawing, creating the most amazing sensation as he drew it into his mouth in rhythmic pulls.
Jenna tried to be still. She wanted this so much – it felt so good! Her whole body lit up with pleasure as he feasted on one breast and then the other. And when he moved lower – at first she protested until she figured out what he hand in mind. Logan replaced his lips with his fingers, massaging the taut tips of her breasts while his mouth moved south. “Spread your legs, I have another fantasy to satisfy.”
She didn't hesitate, Jenna was defenseless against him. Years of pent-up desire and need were swept to the forefront. “I don't think I can handle this,” she whispered. “I've never done this before.”
Logan froze, realizing the truth of her words. Jenna belonged only to him. “Of course you haven't.” He was grateful for the light. Logan wanted to see. No other man had ever touched her here – but him. He was the first to take her and he would be the first to give her ecstasy with this intimate kiss.
As he settled between her thighs, Jenna held her breath. This was one of those things that girls dreamed about. She didn't watch much porn and the only experience she had was the one night with him. The first thing she felt was his warm breath and every muscle in her body tightened. And then...Sweet Merciful Heavens...his tongue – his lips – kissing her in the place she needed him most. With a keening moan, Jenna fisted the sheet beneath her. There was nothing in this world that could have prepared her for the tidal wave of heat and hunger that Logan unleashed on her. He was wild, consuming her as if she were necessary for his very existence.
Logan's erotic intensity made her whole body shudder. As his warm hungry lips found the delicate folds of her sex – licking and laving up and down her slit, he continued to milk both nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Jenna ran her hands up and down his arms, digging her nails in because the sensations were almost too good to bear. They're gazes locked, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. The sight of Logan kissing the sensitive flesh between her legs stole her breath, she couldn't be still.
Sliding his hands down her sides, Logan cupped her delectable bottom. This was what life ought to be like. Logan had known he was missing out, he hadn't slept with a woman since Jenna had come into his life. He'd tried to put sex out of his mind since the only woman he'd wanted was off limits. But now she was in his arms and he was celebrating. Making her happy, blowing her mind was job one. He gave his complete and full attention to every part of her, his lips moving up and down her slit before tightening on the little bundle of nerves with long, gentle draws. There was no guessing that she liked it – his wife's little body was writhing, her hips pushing against him – wanting more.
Jenna wasn't certain she would survive the ecstasy. Spirals of pleasure wound tighter and tighter until she thought they would tear her apart. Her whole body strained, pressing toward the prize. “Please, don't stop,” she begged as the promise of oncoming rapture became her focal point.
“Not a chance, baby. Cum for me,” he murmured as he moved down to tease the sweet channel that was weeping for him. Pressing his tongue deep inside of her, Logan set out to give her as much pleasure as he could – licking, sucking, laving – holding her still, as he returned to her clit, rubbing the flat of his tongue across it before he took it between his lips and sucked.
Jenna's hands left the sheet and came up to weave themselves in his hair. “Logan!” The implosion of ecstasy caught her by surprise. Her whole world lit up with a kaleidoscope of colors as a wave of heat swept through her body. Quivers of bliss made her body shudder and jerk. Logan had to hold her down as he carried her the last step of the way. “I love you!” she screamed as he slid up and sealed his mouth to hers.
Settling between her thighs, Logan sought to bring himself home. His Jen
na was still trembling, her legs spread out like the wings of a beautiful butterfly. The pink glistening flower of her sex was where he longed to be. Taking his cock in hand, he fit the flared head to her tender opening and eased himself in. A wave of absolute euphoric release almost blinded him. She was hot. She was tight. She was his. “Fuck, baby, fuck,” he groaned as he eased himself in.
Jenna's eyes opened wide. “Feels so good, you're so big.” She lifted her head so she could see the wonder of his shaft sinking inside of her. Just as she'd always thought, “I was made for you.” Fiery pleasure consumed her as he forged deep. The burn and stretch of his invasion was overwhelming. Grasping his shoulders, Jenna held on as Logan began to move – in and out – the drag exquisite as he pulled free then rammed home to the hilt. All she could do was hold on and enjoy. This was what she'd longed for, what she'd dreamed about. She belonged to Logan – body and soul.
As he pumped in and out of her, Logan feathered whispered caresses across her chest and shoulders, telling her how perfect she was – how beautiful. “You're mine, Jenna Gray. Mine.
Jenna just held on tight, wrapping her arms and legs around him, lifting herself to take what he was giving, offering him all that she was. “Yes, I'm yours.” And she had been from the beginning. Since she was sixteen, he'd been the center of every fantasy, of every dream. Now, they were all coming true and that realization was as sweet and heady as his tender lovemaking.
Being inside Jenna was heaven. As his hips flexed and his cock eased in and out of her tight, hot channel, Logan rubbed his face on her chest, finding one of her swollen red nipples. Taking it between his lips, he began to suck.
“God, I love that,” Jenna gasped. In fact, she loved it all. Despite the powerful orgasm she'd just enjoyed, another one began to build.
Sensing her excitement Logan shifted, holding himself up so he could bend her knees, giving himself the angle necessary to take her even higher. There was no resistance, she opened herself up to him and moved her body in a counter rhythm to his own thrusts, milking his cock until his control was hanging by a thread.