by Sherri Hayes
I removed my iPod from my jacket pocket, turned it on, and placed it on the shelf beside the aging radio. The gentle melody of the first song we’d ever danced to filled the small space around us.
“May I have this dance, Miss Adams?” They were the same words I’d uttered a little over a year ago on the night that had changed my life forever—the night I’d met her.
The sides of her mouth curled up a little as she stepped into my arms. “I would love to, Mr. Mattson.”
Lily
When Logan handed me my silver dress I knew he had something special and romantic planned for tonight but nothing had prepared me for seeing him in his tux. The only time he ever wore it was for special functions for the hospital, such as the night we’d met. Since he had to dress up for his job, he didn’t often do so during his downtime. He much preferred jeans and a T-shirt. That was perfectly fine with me most of the time since he looked edible in his jeans, but in a tux Logan was downright sinful.
He snaked one arm around my waist and held my hand against his chest with the other as we swayed together. I rested my head against his shoulder, enjoying being in his arms. This time I didn’t have to worry about people around us, or our professional obligations. Tonight I could enjoy just being together.
“Thank you for this,” I whispered as I snuggled against him. “It’s perfect.”
Logan kissed the top of my head. “Happy anniversary, Lily.”
We stayed in that position while several songs played, as we had that first night. The feel of his body against mine, even with all the clothes, had the warmth in the pit of my stomach growing. We hadn’t slept together that first night even though I knew I wouldn’t have turned him down if he’d invited me back to his place. No, he’d been the perfect gentleman. I was sincerely hoping that wouldn’t be the case tonight.
“Are you hungry?” he asked as the fourth song came to an end.
“Maybe a little.” It had been almost five hours since we’d eaten at the café in town. I wasn’t starving, but I could eat.
Logan walked backward holding both my hands until we reached the kitchen. He let go of me to get the plate of fruit and cheese, along with a bottle of wine, out of the refrigerator. “There’re wineglasses in the cabinet.”
I grabbed the wineglasses and followed him into the living room. We ended up on the couch with my legs draped over his lap. He poured me a glass of white wine and handed it to me before pouring himself one. In the back of my mind, I wondered about his rule of me serving him, but kept my thoughts to myself. Logan was calling the shots this weekend, whatever he decided they were.
The music still played in the background. It was incredibly soothing.
He placed the plate on my lap, picked up a piece of melon, and held it in front of my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the orange fruit and licked the juice from his fingers.
Logan popped a strawberry into his mouth then set his wine down on the stand next to the couch. He placed one arm along the back of the couch to give him easy access to my hair and neck. With his other hand, he toyed with the hem of my dress. Knowing Logan, I doubted his touches would stay innocent for long.
“Feed me.” The way he said it had me thinking of something he liked to eat that had nothing to do with food—me.
Following his instructions, I picked up a piece of cheese and held it to his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked it in.
He nodded to the plate and I knew he wanted me to eat as well.
After a few bites, he asked, “Did you enjoy yourself today?”
Of course, my thoughts went right to all the sexual stuff and I blushed.
Logan chuckled. “I wasn’t only talking about all the masturbating you did, but . . .”
I knew I had to be beet red. “Yes.”
“I can’t wait to see you in that black and white dress again. It’s going to send my imagination into overdrive . . . remembering today.”
I fed us each another piece of fruit. “Yeah, today’s going to be hard to forget.”
“Hopefully impossible to forget.”
Smiling, I took a sip of my wine. Impossible was right. Logan had certainly made this day one I would always remember.
We worked our way through the fruit and cheese while each enjoying a glass of wine. The only time Logan took his hand off my leg was to take a drink.
Done with the food, Logan set the plate on the coffee table, but made no move to get up. He rested his hand near my knee and used his other to twirl a lock of my hair around his finger. We were staring in each other’s eyes when my cell phone rang.
“Are you expecting a call?” he asked, freezing in place.
“No. Everyone knew we were going away for the weekend.”
“You’d better answer it, then. It might be important.”
I doubted it was, but it was one of those things where it was better to be safe than sorry.
Racing up the stairs, I went to get my cell phone out of my purse. When I saw the caller ID, I sighed and hoped this wasn’t the type of call I thought it was. “Hello?”
My sister’s voice came through the line. “Lily?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Is everything okay?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
I sighed. “Nicole, I’m fine. Trying to enjoy a romantic evening with Logan and you’re interrupting.”
“Oh.” Nicole caught Logan and me playing once and ever since she had been convinced he was going to hurt me. She also wouldn’t allow herself to be alone with him. I was trying to be patient and soothe things over between them, but so far I hadn’t made much progress.
“Logan’s good to me. He doesn’t do anything to me that I don’t want him to.”
She didn’t respond.
“Look, Nicole, I need to go. Logan’s downstairs waiting on me. We’ll be back home tomorrow night. I can call you and we can talk then if you want.”
“Yeah. Okay. That sounds good. Call me when you get home.” I could tell by her tone that in her mind my calling her was more to let her know I had made it back safe than anything else.
“Goodbye, Nicole.”
“’Bye.”
“Everything okay?” Logan asked from behind me.
I turned to find him standing halfway up the stairs. “Yeah. She was just worried about me and wanted to check in.”
“Anything I can do?”
“No.” I tucked my phone back in my purse. “I’m hoping that eventually she’ll see that she’s wrong about you. Us.”
He climbed the rest of the stairs and circled his arms around me. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up, honey. She might always be this way when it comes to us.”
“I know. I just wish she would believe that what she went through with her ex and what you and I do together isn’t the same thing.”
“How about this?” he said, palming my ass. “Why don’t we forget your sister called and get back to our evening?”
I placed my arms over his shoulders and smiled up at him. “That sounds like a really good plan. Do you have any ideas about how to go about that, Sir?”
He gathered the back of my dress in his hands and pulled it up until my bare backside was exposed. “I might have a few.”
I could still hear the music playing downstairs, although it wasn’t very loud up here. He took both of my ass cheeks in his hands and began moving us with the music. The way he was pressing our lower halves together reminded me more of dirty dancing than what one would see at the charity ball where we’d met. I was perfectly on board with the change, though.
He lifted my leg and hitched it around his hip, opening me up to his touch. Logan backed us toward the bed. When we were met with the edge of the mattress, he went for my zipper. Slowly he slid it down, revealing more of my skin. His fingertips brushing against my back sent shivers through me.
With the zipper all the way down, he raised my leg a little higher, causing me to lose my balance. I fell back onto the bed with a bounce.
Logan st
ood at the end of the bed and looked down at me with a smirk. He removed his jacket and began unbuttoning his cuffs. “Take off your dress.”
I scrambled to comply, pushing the dress off my shoulders and down my body until I could kick it onto the floor.
His shirt and pants quickly joined his jacket on the floor. In nothing but his underwear, he went to the bag of toys he’d brought with us. It took him a minute or so to find what he wanted. When he returned to the bed, he held a bottle of baby oil in his hand. It was then I knew what he had in mind for tonight.
Leaning back, I relaxed into the mattress as he squirted some of the oil into his hand. I was more than ready for what would come next. I couldn’t wait to feel his hands gliding all over my body.
Chapter 7
Logan
Setting the bottle of baby oil on the shelf that ran along the wall, I rubbed my hands together to warm the liquid. Lily’s chest rose and fell rapidly and her eyes were bright with excitement. I knew once I took the baby oil out that she’d know what was coming.
I’d wanted tonight to be a mix of romance and kink. In my mind, wax play was the perfect combination of the two.
I placed a knee on the bed and began massaging the oil on her thighs and stomach. I made sure not to miss the creases of her legs or the sensitive area above her clit. Lily kept herself bare—she liked it better that way—but I preferred to use the oil just in case.
As I ran my hands along her skin, up her torso, and over her breasts, Lily moaned.
“Feel good?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir.” She arched her back into my hands as I palmed her breasts and closed in around her nipples. “So good.”
I took my time touching her. There was no rush and I wanted her entire body humming before I began dripping wax on her.
Lily was lying on the bed with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted by the time I was finished with the oil. She didn’t move as I got off the bed and wiped my hands with a towel I’d brought for that specific purpose.
Leaving her where she was, I placed two candles on the shelf and lit them. One was red and the other white. I gave them a few minutes to melt and went to check on Lily.
“How are you feeling?” I asked as I combed my fingers through her hair.
“Relaxed.”
I chuckled. “Are you ready to continue?”
“Yes, Sir.” She didn’t bother to open her eyes. The trust she had in me warmed my heart.
Her lips were still parted and I couldn’t resist bending down and pressing my mouth to hers. “I love you. Keep your eyes closed.”
A small pool of wax had formed around the wick of the candles. I picked them both up—one in each hand—and stood along the side of the bed. This position would give me the greatest access to her body without having to lean over or stretch.
I held one candle about two feet from her body and tipped it to the side. Melted wax dripped down and landed on Lily’s chest in the area between her breasts. She tensed slightly for a moment then relaxed her muscles again.
Giving my other wrist a slight tilt, I let the white wax drip down over her stomach. This time I dragged the candle downward as I poured, creating a line from right above her belly button down to the junction between her legs. This got more of a reaction out of her. A quiet hiss left her lips and her hips came up off the bed.
Not giving her time to recover, I continued to alternate the wax until I’d covered most of her torso. I loved drizzling it over her nipples and down the creases of her legs. Those areas got the best reactions.
Once she was significantly covered with wax, I blew out the candles and set them aside. “Look at me,” I ordered as I returned to the bed.
Her blue eyes stared back at me so full of love.
I brushed my hand down the side of her face before tracing the outline of the wax on her chest. She arched her back and pressed her lips together when I curled my fingers and began picking the hardened substance from her flesh. Wax play made the skin beneath extra sensitive.
Raking my hands over her chest, and then lower to her stomach and thighs, I scraped the dried wax from her body. It was an incredibly sensual experience as she reacted to my touch.
When all that was left was the wax around her pussy and upper thighs, I changed positions and moved to the end of the bed. I took hold of her hips and pulled her downward until her legs were bent and her ass rested inches from the edge of the mattress. Beautiful drips of wax crisscrossed her skin. The mixture of white and red halted outside her lips almost as if framing it for display.
I lowered to my knees and placed a kiss directly on her lips. She sucked in a breath and I couldn’t help but grin.
While my tongue traced around the edge of her opening, I picked at the wax. With every flick of my tongue—every piece of wax—Lily’s breathing picked up. Her lips swelled as she grew more aroused and I could see her clit peeking out of its hood. I knew she was more than ready. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.
But I wasn’t ready.
I continued to tease her as I finished removing the wax by touching her everywhere except where she desperately wanted me to. Her entire body was flushed and I knew it wasn’t only from the wax. My girl was vibrating and I knew she was getting close to begging. I hadn’t allowed her a release since before lunch.
Confident all the wax was removed, or at least as much as could be without a shower, I discarded my boxers, scooted her farther up the bed, and eased onto the mattress to hover over her. Another hiss left her lips as I lowered myself on top of her and our skin came into contact. She was beautifully flushed and completely mine.
I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy and flexed my hips to push inside. Her walls gripped me, sucking me into their depths. I had to close my eyes to keep from pounding into her like a madman.
She gazed up at me and I covered her mouth with mine. I could still taste the fruit we’d eaten earlier when I tangled my tongue with hers.
Lily reached for me, but that wasn’t what I wanted. Taking her arms, I held them over her head and began to piston my hips. I could feel her hard nipples grazing my chest as I moved against her. They sent little shock waves of electricity straight to my cock. Oh, how I loved this woman. I loved every part of her.
Lacing our fingers together above her head, I released her mouth and increased my speed. “Are you ready to come for me, Lily?”
She gasped as I changed the angle of my thrusts slightly. “Yes. Yes. Please.”
I released my hold, sat back on my heels, and gripped her hips with both hands for better leverage. I brushed the side of her clit with one of my thumbs and I thought she was going to lose it right then and there. Her entire body tensed and her legs trembled.
“Not yet, my little redheaded vixen. Not yet.” I thrust several more times, watching as she closed her eyes trying not to come. “Pinch your nipples.”
It took a moment for what I said to register, but as soon as it did, she reached up and took her nipples between her fingers.
“Harder,” I commanded.
She pinched harder and I thought she was going to come off the bed.
I knew it was time.
Adjusting my hand so that my thumb was directly over her clit, I pressed down and began a circular motion. “Come for me, baby.”
Not thirty seconds passed from the time those words left my lips until a scream tore from her throat. She twisted as if it was too much, but she didn’t let go of her nipples. I knocked her hands away and took one hardened peak into my mouth as I continued to thrust into her, letting her ride out her orgasm.
When she began to calm down, I gazed up at her, not releasing my hold on her nipple. A moan left her lips and her fingers sank into my hair.
I held her gaze as the pressure in my balls built. She knew I was close when my rhythm began to falter. She scraped her fingers along my scalp and lifted her hips to meet each of my thrusts. It was all I needed. I emptied myself inside her with a satis
fying groan.
Lily
Logan lay draped over me, his head resting between my breasts. I was still covered in baby oil but that didn’t matter. I felt at peace with him here in my arms. Everything felt good—right.
We lay there for a long time until my leg started to cramp. “Sir?”
He raised his head and shifted forward a little to give me a kiss. “Come on. Let’s grab a shower.”
The cover on the bed was a bit of a mess from the oil. Logan didn’t seem all that concerned, however, and said he’d asked for a spare set of blankets and sheets.
My legs were shaky as we made our way downstairs. I held onto the handrail with one hand and Logan with the other. He seemed to sense how unsteady I was. I think the blood was still trying to find its way back to my brain after that climax. Whenever we played—really played—my orgasms tended to be extremely powerful. I’d never screamed through an orgasm before Logan.
For the third time that day, I stepped into the large glass shower stall. Logan got in behind me and reached to turn on the water before wrapping his arms around me. He held me close as the water warmed up. I felt safe, protected, loved.
“This is my favorite part,” I whispered against his neck.
His chest vibrated beneath my cheek. “I’ll have to remember that. Skip the orgasms and go right to the cuddling.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said as I gave his side a gentle pinch.
That only made him laugh harder.
“What did you mean, then?” Logan stepped under the spray, pulling me with him.
I sighed as he separated the strands of my hair. “Being with you like this after we’ve had such an intense session. Everything feels like so much more. Every time you touch me I feel like I’m sharing a part of myself with you.”
He ghosted his lips along my jaw. “It’s the same for me, Lily.”
When I looked into his eyes I got lost in their depths. “Let me wash you?”
One side of his mouth quirked up in a half smile. “Your legs aren’t going to give out on you, are they?”
Even as he asked the question, he loosened his hold on me. “If they do, I’m sure you’ll be there to catch me.”