Crush(96)

He’d made love to me once last night and f*cked me twice. Laying claim to me in a way he didn’t have to. I was already his—heart, mind, body, and soul. There was no denying it.

His lips continued to move against mine, but the kiss was slow and sweet.

Wanting more, faster, I thrust my tongue inside his mouth and then took his hand and placed it on my breast.

“Elle.” He whispered my name against my mouth.

“Logan,” I breathed.

His thumb started rubbing my nipple to an aching tightness.

He shifted and I clawed at his arms. I wanted this. I wanted him to bury his cock as far inside me as he could. I didn’t want slow and sweet, not this morning, I wanted hard and fast.

For a moment, he stopped and just gazed at me. He, himself, was a sight. His chest ripped, smooth, gloriously defined. Arms perfectly shaped. Legs strong.

My body pressed forward.

When I made contact with his, he flipped me onto my back and hovered over me, fingers almost magical as they reached between us and found my clit.

Caressing my *, his movements quickened, and then he started rolling my clit in little circles with his thumb while he tasted my mouth like he never had before. Desperate. Needy.

I felt the same.

A storm of desire hit me like a hurricane-force wind.

My hand reached down and found his beautiful length. I stroked it. Felt it. Circled it. As soon as I did, he groaned in such ecstasy I was beyond turned on.

“Logan,” I moaned breathlessly, thrusting my hips up to meet his cock.

In an instant, he cupped me from behind and pulled me closer. I was all too happy to rub up against his hard, thick cock.

“Not yet,” he whispered in my ear. He proceeded to tease me and kissed his way down my neck. When he reached my breasts he held them together to kiss the plumped flesh, both at the same time.

The sheets felt warm beneath me but he felt even hotter. It was a heat I yearned for and one I knew would never burn me.

His lips started to trail farther down my body and his throat made murmuring sounds of appreciation. No one had ever made me feel the way he did. Like I was special. Like I was the only thing that mattered. Like I was the one who kept his heart beating, his lungs breathing.

His hands moved in conjunction with his tongue, both at a busying pace, and I found the anticipation exhilarating. My body was at ease with his hands, lips, tongue, and teeth all over it.

Goose bumps rose on the bare skin of my hip bone when he passed over it and my body practically quaked when his finger started stroking my clit again. I bucked and wiggled beneath him when his warm breath teased me this time.

Lightly, ever so lightly, he stroked me again. It was tantalizing. It was teasing. It was delicious torture.

I found myself spreading my thighs as wide as I possibly could. I opened for him. Offered myself to him. And as soon as I did, he greedily took what was already his by sliding a finger inside of me and licking me with his tongue at the same time.

His groans of appreciation aroused me even more. The fact that I could elicit pleasure from him while he was giving it to me still messed with my head. I couldn’t believe two people could be so in sync with one another.

My belly jumped when he put his mouth right on me and I rocked my hips when he added another finger.

“You like that?” he purred.

“Yes,” I called out.

His hands were on me, his mouth was all over me, his tongue in me, and when I started to buck beneath him he held me down, never once stopping the exquisite pleasure he was administering.

If there was a heaven, I was in it. Every time with him brought new levels of pleasure and I was peaking once again. Up high above the clouds, stars burst behind my lids, pleasure shot through my veins. My legs tingled all the way to my toes, my arms all the way to my fingertips. He was my sun, my moon, and my rock-steady earth. I needed him in a way I knew I shouldn’t. It made me weak, but I couldn’t fight it. Instead I came beneath him and let the pleasure take me to that place I never wanted to leave.

I cried out. “Oh God, Logan. It feels so good. Don’t stop.”

I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted this feeling to be enough to take me through whatever was going to happen with Michael because I knew, down deep in my soul, it wasn’t going to be as easy as I wanted it to be. And I was going to take a piece of this with me to remind me not to trade my soul to the devil.

Logan nuzzled me for a moment before moving back up to bury his face in my neck. It was as if he was cementing that small gift in my soul he’d just given me when he placed his hand on my heart. I, in turn, put mine over his and held it for the longest time.

His erection was hot against my thigh and when I felt I could speak I told him, “Fuck me.”

“Nothing I want to do more,” he responded in that voice that caused butterflies to take flight in my belly every time.

He pinned my hips down and pushed the first few inches of his cock inside me. Ecstasy filled the room in the form of moans. He held me in place. Watched me as he thrust inside me a few more inches. Pleasure swept through me. I wanted him so much that I had to rock my hips to get more of him inside me. “More,” I breathed.

Repositioning himself, he drove his cock in deeper. My legs wrapped around him and my ankles locked together at his back. He was pulsing inside me and I loved it. My fingers went to his scalp and I pressed them against it.