Flicks with the tip; suction with his lips in a perfect circle around her clit; licking with the widest part of his tongue, a soft, soft rasp, barely there and making her ache for it. All the while he was thrusting inside her, fast then slow, then fast again until she was crying out like someone in a porno. Wake-the-neighbors loud. When she opened her eyes she realized she’d wrapped her legs around his head. No recollection of doing so at all.
Suffocation by thighs didn’t make him slow down at all. He kept on driving her crazy. There it was, deep down in her belly, the spark of what was sure to be an epic orgasm.
“Wait,” she said, unable to tell if he’d even heard her. “Wait, I’m going to come.”
Something happened down there, with his mouth against her and his fingers becoming still. “Are you laughing at me?” Damn, now her voice was wrecked. “Stop. I’m serious.”
Their eyes met, and she almost came from that alone. He looked like what orgasms felt like. “I’ll stop if you want,” he said, “but there’s no way you’re not coming more than once tonight.”
“Okay,” she said. Then let out the air she’d been holding in one big huff. “Go for it.”
That quirk, that one-sided grin that made it look like he had all the answers. She was a sucker for that, which was—
Holy shit, he’d brought out the big guns. Three fingers. Hard. Hard. Hard. Her body writhing as he sucked on her clit until the low thrum inside her became a crash, her whole body coming so hard she jackknifed and nearly clipped his chin.
Oxygen. She needed a lot of it. Especially when every aftershock made her gasp, made her twitch and constrict. Great gulps of air left her mouth dry. She needed something to suck on.
That made her laugh because, no. All the energy molecules in her body were resting.
Nope, wrong. There was another aftershock: a doozy.
Logan walked back to the bed, and it startled her to realize she hadn’t noticed that he’d left. It was clear that he hadn’t jacked off in the bathroom, which she wouldn’t have blamed him for. She’d been on Planet Pleasure and hadn’t given a thought to taking care of him.
Until now. He had a great-looking cock. Big but not intimidating, and he had to be aching for release.
Suddenly, she wasn’t quite as wasted as she’d been. He sat below her between her legs saying something about a condom, which was good. Then he spread himself over her like a duvet. The molecules weren’t just up, they were raring to go.
* * *
LOGAN HAD MADE sure the condom was on well before he spread out, balancing on his bent arms as they kissed. It turned him on that she could taste herself on his tongue. The noise she made as they rubbed themselves together from knee to chest. Evidently, she’d recovered.
He rubbed his cock on the bottom sheet as he kissed her.
It wasn’t cutting it. Not the kiss, the other—
Screw it. They could kiss later.
Balancing his weight on his left side, he slid his free arm down between them ready to take her to the next level.
A moment later, he was flat on his back and she was grinning. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“If you had, it would have spoiled all the fun.”
Fun. He doubted it. Somebody had control issues. Which he understood completely. It seemed like a worthy endeavor, when to give in and when to take charge. Kensey was challenging. He liked it.
She mounted him just above where he desperately wanted her.
He groaned, anticipating the ride ahead. He was in a good position to thrust up, but with her on top, it would be more difficult to make her come again.
He couldn’t remember a time he’d been harder. His little breather had helped, though. Not a lot, but still. It only felt as if he was going to die if she didn’t do something soon. The longer she waited, the more likely he’d come at the first slide inside her.
Her hand slipped between them, but she didn’t touch his cock. He couldn’t tell what she was doing although she did it for a hell of a long time. She even bent forward, bringing her lips close enough to breathe with him. He tried to make it more interesting, but she ducked away.
“Okay, what is this? Are you trying to kill me?”
“No,” she said, with so much conviction he knew it was a flat-out lie. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Do I get to vote on how?”
She shook her head, and her hair brushed against his chest so close to his nipples he nearly cried. And his nipples weren’t even that sensitive.
A moment that lasted a week later, and she was kind of riding him, but he wasn’t inside her. Close though.
Son of a bitch, she had him rubbing between her cheeks.
He grabbed on to her hips, because he was pretty sure he was going to stroke out on this. This new sensation. It wasn’t penetrative, but the idea of what she’d done to slick up, to make it this smooth...
His hips jerked up, but Kensey wasn’t having any of that. She held him right where she wanted him.
As much as he liked this, he was going to have to take matters into his own hands pretty damn soon. Did she think for a minute that he couldn’t flip her right back—
Holy shit, holy... She slid onto his erection, all the way, then rose again. Until he wasn’t inside her. But not for long.
His moan had just awakened anyone who’d fallen asleep after Kensey’s impressive performance.
It was nothing short of amazing. The tension in him was enough to power his van for three blocks. No pattern, no rhythm. Just one type of stimulation versus another until he was a gibbering idiot.
No more. Just...
He flipped them. Didn’t tease her. Just hit it hard, one thrust. Another.
She grabbed him by the head, her hands literally clutching his hair and keeping him where he was.
His top half stilled. His hips? Not even a hiccup.
Instead of the lecture he’d braced himself for, she pulled him down while she rose to meet him. Another kiss. Harder this time. Wet, sloppy and exactly right. But he couldn’t hold the position much longer.
She let him go, and he managed to slip his fingers between them, finding her soft folds in seconds.
This was it. The show stopper. The part where this gorgeous woman came for the second, maybe third time in a mad race against his own skills and her responsiveness. She’d better hurry, though.
As her own quick orgasm hit, she squeezed his cock. He made a sound he’d never heard before. His hand stopped. Maybe his heart had, too, at least for a second. Stars and bolts of light danced behind his eyelids as he came.
* * *
“BREATHE,” KENSEY SAID, shaking him, and she really hoped she hadn’t done anything permanent to her voice. She was on the edge of hyperventilating, herself, but Logan... “You’re turning funny colors. Oh. That’s the walls.”
He took her advice, anyway, and finally she could try to recover from her own climax. Before tonight, she’d never come more than once during sex. It hadn’t bothered her. She just figured it depended on a lot of factors.
She was looking at her trembling hands when Logan kissed her. Then he launched himself over to the other side of the mattress.
Watching him move, she was caught up by the dance of muscles in his arms. Lean and mean—that was a perfect description. Then she looked at his face again. His great smile, how his eyelashes skimmed his cheeks. “Were you married?” she asked.
“Hmm? When?”
“Ever.”
“No.”
“Huh,” she said. “That was epic, by the way.” She turned onto her side to face him only to find he’d done the same thing. They were curled up next to each other, both of them smiling.
“My thoughts, exactly.”
“But...”
He raised his eyebrows.
“I’m starving.”
His stomach responded for him. “That means getting out of bed. Think we can call the Thai restaurant and have them deliver to the bedroom in the next ten minutes?”
“We could try. You never know. Although, I think we’ll have better luck if we’re not completely naked for the delivery person.” She brushed his cheek with her thumb. “There’s an awful lot of food in the pantry. Bet we could make something easy.”
“Make? I don’t have enough energy to open a box of Twinkies.”
“Huh,” she murmured. “I could go for Twinkies.”
Smiling, he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Have I told you how amazing you are?”
She kissed him. The past hour and a half had been amazing for her, too, for many reasons. Not the least being the fact that she hadn’t given one thought to her father, the Degas, Holstrom, Neil or the very big mess she called her life.
7
“WE CAN STILL order Thai.”
Logan shook his head. “It’ll take too long.”
“So eat a little something now and, o-kay. Never mind.”
He’d opened the pantry door. The vast amount of food on the shelves suggested that there was a Harry Potter thing going on where the inside grew to accommodate everything put in it. It was also organized to the last inch, and part of him wanted to just go crazy putting things in the wrong places.
Kensey came up beside him. They were both wearing their apartment-issued Turkish robes. She looked much better in hers than he did in his, but she could wear any damn thing she wanted to and still make his heart beat triple time.
“If I wasn’t so against the entire concept of cooking anything, I’d pull out the mac and cheese. I doubt it’s a normal staple for this place. Sam understands my annoying obsession with it. She used to send me cases of the stuff when I was in the Sandbox.”