Logan Chapter 15

-Emory-

“Now, I haven't finished looking at you. Let me take a moment to savor your red hair against my sheets. Your pale skin practically glows for me in this room. I wish I was an artist.” My whole body, mind, soul is humming in pleasure from his compliments, so I open my thighs again and clasp my hands above my head. I have my hands tucked under a pillow above me on the bed and my back slightly arched from extending my arms. This is probably the boldest I’ve ever been about anything, but this is also the sexiest I’ve ever felt in my life, especially when Logan’s jaw drops the slightest bit and he practically pants for me. Feminine power is flooding through me, when he gets control of himself and stretches out over me, clasping both of my hands in one of his to hold them where they are.

Holy shit. I have always been aware how much bigger than me Logan is, intellectually, but it wasn’t until I had him on top of me, restraining me, that I fully realized just what that means from a physicality standpoint. He has both of my hands wrapped in one of his, fully extended over my head with his elbow resting on the bed beside them. His other arm is holding him up just enough not to crush me underneath him. I pull at his hold experimentally, just to see how little wiggle room he’s left for me, and he pauses a second to check my face. With a slow smile and some scorching eye contact, he grips my hands tighter.

“No escape for you, little rose. Not until we’re both ready. You’ll have to just relax and take it.” I feel like I’m melting from the waist down. I have the random, insane thought that he just might make me ruin these exquisite sheets tonight. He presses a hard kiss to my forehead, then my mouth, before moving down to my collarbone.

“You taste so fucking good, Emory. From here straight to that sweet pussy, I could lick you all over for the rest of my life and never hunger for anything else again.” He delicately licks at one nipple before biting it just hard enough to sting. At my yelp, he sucks away the pain and kisses the tip for good measure.

“I suppose I should endeavor to be extra satisfying, then. Please, Logan, get inside me. I might just die.” I’m writhing under him, mostly contained from his weight pinning me. My thighs are soaked, my brain is fogged, and my heart is beating like a hummingbird’s.

“Mmm, that was a very pretty please, baby, but I’m looking to please you. You keep trying to lure me away from my plan, so let me tell you what it is. First,” he pauses to leave a love bite on the outside of my left breast “I’m going to make you come. Then I will get inside you, and we’ll both come. Then I plan to hydrate and start it all again. Feel free to tell me when you’re close, but unless you have a better plan, you’ll have to learn some patience.”

“No, that’s… a good plan.” I’m already close- if I’m honest with myself, I’ve been close since about 10 minutes after he got me off in the car. Something about him keeps my engine revved all the damn time. Logan smiles like he can read my mind and slides one hand comfortingly up and down my side before dragging one finger up my thigh.

“Look how wet you are for me, all dewy, absolutely begging. You don’t even need to ask with your words when your body is yelling at me with every breath like this. Should I put you out of your misery, or do you want to ride the edge a little longer?” He slides that one diabolical finger all the way up my thigh to my clit and I know I can’t take much more. I’m embarrassed at his observations, my desperation, but… in a good way? In a way that sets off little thrills in my belly and makes my blood feel like honey in my veins.

“I need you, Logan, please. I just need, I need-” I can’t even articulate around the fire in my core, around the light, tantalizing circles he’s drawing over my clit with just the one finger.

“I know exactly what you need, little rose. Now come.” And with that, he squeezes my clit between his middle and ring finger as he sucks hard on my left nipple. I detonate underneath him, making sounds I’ve never heard myself make before while spots dance in my vision. I didn’t even know I could feel like this, but it only gets better as he lifts up above me again and swiftly enters me inch by inch while I’m still spasming, driving my orgasm deeper and deeper.

When I come back down, Logan is fully seated inside of me. His nipples are tight and his chest is flushed with the effort to give me time to adjust to the fullness, and I am absolutely full. I want to feel those abs, that ass, so I wrap my legs around his waist and give another little yank at my hands to let him know I’m ready for him.

“You feel so good, Logan. Let me touch you.” He groans and releases my hands, breathing hard as he starts to move - a slow drag out, then a staccato push that has me gasping- and I run my hands over his abs before bringing them to rest on his back so I can feel all those muscles pistoning his cock into me. I want to lick every inch of this man, so I push up just a little to lick where his neck meets his shoulder. The taste of his sweat has me moaning while he pulls a sharp breath in through his teeth and speeds up, just a little.

“Jesus, Emory. That pause was just as much for me as for you. You drive me absolutely crazy, woman.” He growls as he tilts his hips just a little against me before the next push in, somehow hitting my clit and my g-spot in the same thrust. “Ahhh, there you are,” he says, as my eyes widen and I just barely contain a shout. “Don’t be shy now, baby. Let me hear you.”

I stop being in control of anything my body is doing at that moment. I’m pretty sure the yelling I hear is me, I feel my back bowing until my breasts are in Logan’s face, which he of course takes as an invitation. All of my muscles pull tight like rubber bands and I’m so close, so close when Logan pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach. I have long enough to pull in one deep breath in preparation for a lot of complaining, when he covers my body with his and slams back into me. His hands fold through mine and pull them back up beside my head, and I could swear I feel claws, but I can’t think enough to wonder about it. My orgasm, apparently paused instead of stopped, goes back to climbing impossibly high inside of me. Logan is pounding into me now, face buried between my neck and shoulder, growling one continuous note into my skin. Our sweat mixes as his corrugated abs slide against my spine, his cock rides my g-spot and gets bigger, harder, and just as I feel everything in me clamp around him, his teeth clamp on my shoulder. The pain of the bite just makes the orgasm flood through me harder, and I scream myself hoarse before my vision goes black.