Amanda's Wolves(52)

She blinked up at him, unable to keep from lifting her hips off the bed toward his shaft as he leaned over her. He threaded his fingers with hers and pulled both arms over her head to press them into the mattress.

Her heart rate still soared from the orgasm seconds ago. It wasn’t enough. As though nature was in charge, She didn’t let the need abate at a simple orgasm. Just like early that morning, Amanda knew it wasn’t enough. “Please…”

Logan held her gaze as he lowered his body over hers. His shaft lined up with her swollen opening.

“Just do it, Logan,” she muttered. She couldn’t keep from squirming, the pulsing inside her pleading for him to press into her.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes glazing over as she watched him struggle to maintain his composure. As the tip lodged at her channel, she lifted her hips, forcing him to enter at least a few inches.

An unintelligible sound escaped her lips. It felt so good. The stretch was amazing. Tight, but so much more. “Please,” she pleaded. Nothing she’d ever experienced before came close to this.

If she wasn’t mistaken, Logan shook his head slightly and smirked before slowly easing into her.

It was more than she expected, the pressure intense. She held her breath as her eyes fluttered shut. She wanted this. She hadn’t known this man or the one watching to the side for a full day. And it didn’t matter. It felt right. She gripped him with her inner muscles as he slid in farther.

“Look at me, Amanda,” he commanded, clasping her fingers tighter.

She opened her eyes, capturing his face in a snapshot she would always remember. The first time he took her. Was the intensity simply because she was with the right man, or men, this time? Or was it more? Did it truly have something to do with some force of Nature that determined who she should be with and when?

Slow and easy, he pursed his lips and pushed all the way to the hilt.

She gasped around the pressure, warring with herself over what won out, the painful stretch or the intense pleasure that accompanied it.

He didn’t move or breathe, but held her gaze intently. And then on an exhale that accompanied a low moan, he pulled out—all the way out. He released her hands and climbed over her leg to settle at her side.

She gasped, her channel pulsing with need. What the hell? She was so close to coming. And now an emptiness settled around her. Had she done something wrong? “Logan?” She pulled her arms down to her sides and lifted onto her elbows, but immediately jerked her gaze to her other side when Sawyer clambered over her thigh to situate himself in the same spot Logan had just occupied. She fell back, letting her head drop to the mattress.

Right. Of course.

Sawyer.

He dropped a kiss to each of her nipples and then lifted his gaze to hers. “It may kill us both, and you too, but we’re trying to share the experience.”

She nodded, wishing he would enter her. She felt empty and craved the contact he could provide.

With one hand cupping her face, he used the other to line himself up with her entrance and then eased into her. “Jesus…” His voice was faint.

A tightness in the pit of her stomach made her clamp down on him. “Please,” she begged, not for the first time. If they didn’t stop handling her with kid gloves, she would explode.

Sawyer set his forehead against hers and stroked his thumb over her lower lip, tugging her mouth open as he thrust all the way into her.

She cried out, the sound indistinguishable. All she knew was pleasure this time. And she wanted more.

He held steady, deep inside her, panting as he continued to stroke her lower lip until his thumb pressed between her lips.

Licking the tip, she tasted herself on his finger. It made her heart flutter to exchange something so intimate. And she sucked his thumb between her lips.

Sawyer groaned before he pulled almost out of her warmth and thrust back in.

Her mouth fell open, releasing his thumb with a pop when her brain stopped sending messages to her mouth.

Oh. My. God.

Again he eased out of her and pushed back in, bracing his hand at the side of her head, his palm pressing into her neck, his fingers cupping her cheek. He did the same with his other hand as he picked up the pace, thrusting into her until she lifted up to meet him each time.

All too soon, he pulled out like Logan had and switched places again. Their movements above her were a blur. Logan once again grabbed her hands and hauled them over her head. The action brought her attention to her breasts rising high on her chest, her nipples reaching out, needing contact.

Logan thrust into her without hesitation, sending stars to dance in front of her eyes. She blinked, trying to see his expression better, but failing.

He pushed into her over and over until she was so close to an orgasm, she tipped her head back, exposing her neck and arching her chest.