“Logan.”
And that right there, her soft begging of his name could undo any man. He grit his teeth to keep from plunging into her and not stopping until he came. Instead, he hardened his jaw and gave her what she wanted and needed.
“Use one hand. Play with your br**sts.” He waited, watching to see what she’d do, and slowly, she obeyed, caressing the swells, her fingers circling her ni**les. “Pinch them.” Her mouth fell open, hesitant at first, but she did it. And it was beautiful. Her back arched, and she gasped as her fingers tightened on the perky red peaks. Damn.
“Harder.” He saw the reluctance again. She needed this just as much as he did. “Harder, Emily.”
When her fingers squeezed her ni**les this time, he saw her wince, and every one of her muscles lying beneath him tightened. Perfect. Fuckin’ perfect. He pushed her hand aside then leaned down and grabbed her nipple between his teeth and pulled until he heard her suck in air. Then, he swirled his tongue soft and sweet around the nub, soothing the pain.
“Open your legs, baby.” There was no hesitation at that, and he smiled as he reached between them and felt her soaking wet already—or still. Whichever, it didn’t matter. Her pelvis tilted toward him, and he shook his head. “No. Wait.” He wanted to laugh when he saw her frustration, the adorable flash of defiance in her eyes and then the deep breath and her resolve to obey.
He slipped his finger inside her and groaned. So tight. No wonder his c**k wanted her so bad.
He curled his finger inside her while his thumb played with her clit, circling, stroking, changing between hard and soft pressure, never letting her body know what he was doing next. He watched her face, the play of emotions telling him when she was getting too close and he needed to back off.
“I can’t take it. Stop torturing me.”
She was a little pissed now, and he couldn’t have that. She should know better. He stopped his thumb’s movement but kept his finger inside her, completely still. He let her make the mistake and move up against him, trying to get what she desperately needed. Fuck, it was like being handed a slice of heaven. He almost caved seeing her body move up and down on his finger, and if he hadn’t just had her in the shower he would’ve said f**k it and taken her.
“No moving.”
Her eyes flew open, and she stopped moving. There was that look of panic on her face, not from whether he’d hurt her, well ... a little ... but how he was going to make her scream. “I think you know the rules?”
Frozen, she gave him those begging eyes, and he wanted to eat her out for a goddamn two-week feast. Instead, he decided to eat her out and have her squirming into his mouth for mercy. And he’d let her scream, he decided. Just hearing her voice was going to make him come. Christ, little did she know that this was more torture for him than her.
“You’re going to need to beg.” His mouth twitched when he saw her eyes close briefly and her head sink further back into the pillow. Yeah, better lay back and relax, because he was taking his sweet ass time.
He kissed his way down her body, tongue tasting every inch of her delectable velvet skin until he reached her na**d mound. Fuck, he loved that she kept herself shaved.
Her head moved back and forth as he took her in his mouth and sucked. Jesus, she tasted like paradise wrapped up in a bow. He groaned, the vibration making her shudder and her legs quiver. He pushed her legs up so her knees bent more.
“Wider.” That’s all he needed to say; she hadn’t forgotten. She parted her legs to the limit, and he moved in to start his feast, tongue rolling over her cl*t then sliding down into the wetness and back up again. He used his fingers to part her and sunk in deep, pushing his tongue up into her.
“Oh God, Logan. Stop.”
She wasn’t in pain. He could hear the pleasure in her voice. And if it pleased her, he would never stop. He ignored her pleas and swirled his tongue around her clit, feeling her tremble and her back arch up pushing herself further into his mouth. She was close. Fuck. He wanted her to come so he could swallow every inch of her.
“Please, honey. Please let me come.”
He couldn’t let that happen, not yet. He slipped his fingers into her and pumped hard and fast, but purposely avoided touching where she was burning for him to finish her off. Not yet.
“Eme, legs.” She was trying to close them, to find some sort of relief. “Open. Now.” She instantly obeyed hoping he’d give her a reward sooner. Not happening. He lived to see her writhe beneath him.
He moved up her body and heard her groan of frustration, but he wouldn’t let it deter him. She needed this just as much as he did. He stopped to circle his tongue around her ni**les then continued upward until he was face-to-face to her half-lidded eyes.
“Let go, Emily.” He wanted her hands on him, touching him, setting him in flames like a f**kin’ city on fire. Her hands sunk into his hair, and he took her mouth, kissing her until she was gasping for breath. When he drew back, he saw the complete and utter submission, and if he wasn’t lying on the bed, he’d be on his goddamn knees. She did that to him.
“I’m making you come in my mouth. Then I’m f**king you until you come again.” He didn’t expect a reply; she could barely breathe by the way her chest was heaving beneath him.
By the time he reached her pu**y, her hands were gripping tightly in his hair and her body was wiggling. He thought she’d come before he even reached his destination.
“Tilt for me.” When she pushed up with her pelvis and he stared down at that gleaming, na**d pu**y, he came a little bit, and it pissed him off. He was losing control, and f**k if that was happening. As his eyes roamed up her body to lock with hers; he knew that this woman could destroy him. He let go of his emotions to get her back; he never felt so vulnerable as he had in the last few weeks, but it was worth it.