Page 37 of Twisted Love

“Logan….” She breathed his name and that nearly snapped the will he’d only just regained control of. When she tilted her hips up to his face, he couldn’t help but open his mouth, to taste her. He was powerless against that urge. His lips cupped at the soft skin of her labia while his tongue searched, and found, the part that ached for his touch the most.

Keily, still half asleep, twisted her hips in time with his tongue, lost in nothing but sensation. His fingers tightened on her nipples, driving her a little higher. Her hands came down, fluttered over his head, pressed his face deeper into her, before they flitted down to his shoulders. She held onto him there, danced on his tongue, her breath halting as she gave in to the pleasure he gave.

Logan listened, waited, tested the way he moved his tongue to make her breathing more erratic. It was then she was almost there, when she was just on the edge that her breaths would halt. She’d hold her breath and wait until the first wave of bliss passed over her before she’d gasp for air again.

He’d wanted to be inside of her desperately, but now? He wanted nothing more than to send her over the edge.

“Oh, Logan, please…” She begged, but he knew it was only words, she was just telling him she was almost there and needed him to keep going.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders until it was painful, but he took the pain, turned it into pleasure that only made his cock throb harder. Soon, he’d be inside of her, inside that delicious haven that got him off better than anything else ever had.

He’d been tempted to get himself off while he was apart from her, especially when his mind fucked with him and wouldn’t let him stop thinking about her, but he knew it was a poor replacement for the real thing and hadn’t bothered. That denial made him eager to get inside of her, to feel her surrounding him in luscious, wet heat.

But not yet.

He finally heard the sound, that little hitch before she held her breath, felt the way her hips pushed down, and knew not to let go. She lost all control, gasped his name, and made the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard. This was what he’d wanted the most, that sound of pure bliss, and she rode that wave for ages. He didn’t let go, not until she pushed against him, not until she whimpered in protest.

He’d wanted to slide right into her, but wanted to look up at her more, so he turned, pulled her over him, and groaned as she slid down onto his hard shaft, at last. Logan’s brain turned off completely so that he could savor, for only a moment, that sweet moment when she took every last inch of him. It was an exquisite sensation that he didn’t want to end, but sitting still would get them nowhere.

He opened his eyes to see her smiling down at him, just before she leaned over to kiss him, her hips moving in time with the guidance of his hands on them. She moaned into his mouth as she found just the right angle and let go of the kiss.

Something brushed at his nose as she moved away, her breasts at his chin. He pushed a necklace away, pushing the pendant behind her neck to keep it out of the way as she sought one more chance to experience heaven. Logan was too hungry for her to hold back too much, but he did his best. If he didn’t last this time, he’d make it up to her. He always did.

Time stood still as she moved on him and he had to open his eyes at last, to look at her, to see just how gorgeous it was to watch her ride him. She was lost in sensation, he saw as he looked up at her face. There was concentration in the way her brows knitted together, lust in the way her tongue swiped at dry lips, and then pleasure as her jaw came forward when she found the right spot.

She was fucking delicious, everything he remembered she was, and she was his again. There was no distracting himself now, not after that glance at her face. It was a siren call he couldn’t resist, and he thrust up into her with enough force to lift his hips from the bed. There were no complaints, only the clamp of her thighs against his hips to make sure she stayed on for the ride.

Logan glanced down at her breasts as she pushed herself up to gain some traction. She understood instinctively that he was past waiting, past holding back, and wanted to help him now. She brushed her hair behind her shoulders, thrusting out her breasts as she did so. Logan was the one that gasped this time.

She was…perfect.

She shook her head as he groaned, letting her head fall back as he fucked her just right, and the pendant fell back down her neck to nestle just at the very top of her breasts. It glinted for a moment, but Logan closed his eyes before he could make out the design. He didn’t give a fuck what that necklace was, not when he was about to die if he didn’t come soon.

His fingers dug into her hips, held her in place as she thrust harder, every inch slamming into her welcoming body, until he thought he’d leave bruises on her skin, but he knew she didn’t care. She never complained about what happened when they had sex, as long as they both got off, that was all she cared about.

She’d had hers already, it was his turn now.

“Look at me, Logan, look at me while you fuck me.” Her voice intruded into the darkness behind his eyelids and he did as she asked.

Light gray eyes stared down into his and she smiled. She liked it when he obeyed.

“That’s it, watch me, look at me, know it’s me that’s getting you off.” She’d become bolder since they went on vacation together, definitely more talkative in the bedroom, and he loved it.

“I’m watching you, Keily. I see you.” He assured her.

Another gasp escaped him as he watched her, saw how dark her nipples were, such a contrast to the lightness of the rest of her, saw how her eyes devoured every sign of his pleasure, and nearly slipped away. Nearly. He held on, wanting to enjoy this for as long as he could.

Getting off was only half the fun. The getting there was just as fun and being inside Keily was a bliss all its own. There wasn’t anywhere else he wanted to be and getting off would mean that his time in that precious place was over. For a little while, anyway.

“Don’t you want to come, Logan?” She asked and he knew by the way she breathed that she was about to fly high again.

“I do, Keily, but I do love fucking you.”

“I know.” She purred as she fought to move her hips, still locked in his grasp.

“I don’t hate you anymore.” The words slipped out. He wanted to unsay them, but that was impossible. You could never unsay words already spoken, he’d learned that a long time ago and had tried to remember it all times, but he couldn’t remember a damn thing that he should when he was inside of her.

“I don’t know if that’s true, Logan, but it’s alright. You’re here now and that’s all I care about.” She responded, and there wasn’t much else he could say to that.