I dropped to my knees on the floor and tugged his shorts down so that his erection sprang free. Everything about this man was gorgeous, even his c**k was beautiful. It was thicker and longer than any I’d seen before and was as hard as a rock. The head glistened with a drop of fluid and I brought my tongue forward to taste it. He moaned at the sensation.
I’d never particularly enjoyed giving blowjobs before, but I wanted to taste and savor every inch of him and arouse every response of pleasure I could. I flicked my tongue back and forth along the head, teasing him. He groaned and gripped his c**k in one hand, and stroked my jaw with the other. “Open,” he commanded.
A rush of wetness dampened my panties at his tone. I loved it when he took charge. I met his eyes and obeyed, opening as wide as I could while he eased himself forward into my mouth. The image of his fist gripping his c**k as he slid it in and out of my mouth made me moan each time he retreated. I gripped his thighs, running my nails against his skin. His muscles were tensed and tight with the effort of holding himself steady. I continued sucking him into my mouth, while letting my hands explore his stomach, his ass, cupping his firm sack.
I closed my hand around his and began stroking the length of his shaft while he watched my mouth and tongue lap circles around the sensitive head. He fed his length into my mouth, and sucked in a hiss. “Oh, f**k,” he breathed, heavily. I must have made a noise because his gaze collided with mine. “That’s right, baby.”
His pace increased and his breathing grew heavier. My jaw ached, but I didn’t dare stop now. Suddenly he withdrew from my mouth causing a loud suckling sound at the unexpected retreat. I looked up at him, his c**k hard and damp with my saliva.
“Come here,” he growled, hauling me to my feet. He pressed several soft kisses against my damp swollen lips, his way of thanking me for the oral affection. I smiled at him like a schoolgirl proud of her test score. He reached behind me to unzip my dress, and I helped him pull it down so I could step out of it.
I stood before him in a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra. His hands skidded down my sides, past my hips and gripped my ass, hauling me against him.
He pulled up his shorts and I was about to protest, when he took my hand and led me into the bedroom. The mental image of him trying to walk to my room with his shorts around his ankles made me smile.
When we reached the bed, he unclasped my bra and pulled it from my shoulders, lovingly stroking me with his fingertips as he did. Then he bent down and lowered my panties until they dropped to the floor and I could step out of them. He kissed and nuzzled against my neck and collarbone, while his hands caressed my backside.
I kissed him for a few minutes more, and then tugged him closer to the bed. I pulled him down on top of me until his body hovered over mine, wrapping my legs around his back, I locked my ankles together and pulled him in close.
I ground against him while trying to tug his shorts down. His breathing accelerated and his mouth hovered just over mine. “Ashlyn, are you sure?”
“I want you, Logan.” I kissed him again. Hard.
A broken plea fell from his lips. “Because if you have any doubts…we need to stop now.”
“Please don’t,” I said. He stilled.
“I mean please don’t stop, Logan.”
That had a profound effect on him. He pushed his shorts down over his hips, his freed c**k heavily resting against my belly. I snaked my hand between our bodies and stroked him.
He groaned and looked down at me with wonder while I continued my long, easy strokes. “Ashlyn, I need to be inside you,” he murmured, peppering my mouth with kisses.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He pulled back and lifted himself off of me. “Do you have protection?”
I hadn’t thought about that. I shook my head. I hadn’t had a use for condoms since I never really dated.
He closed his eyes. “It’s not you. I just…I don’t know where I’ve been.”
Oh. “Logan. I read in your file, they tested you for all kinds of things. You’re clean.” Way to kill the romance, Ashlyn.
He breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s…good, right?”
I kissed his lips. “That’s very good, because so am I. And I’m also on the pill.” I’d been taking it for years to regulate my erratic periods.
Nothing stood between us now except for the butterflies that danced in my stomach. I didn’t want to examine too closely what this act of intimacy between us might mean. I knew what we were about it do would deepen my connection to Logan. I wasn’t sure what it might mean, or not mean to him. His lack of availability terrified me and I was beginning to dread the day he remembered his former life. Would he still be here with me?
“Hey, are you okay?” He noticed my distraction and kissed my temple.
“Yes,” I answered, masking my insecurity. I knew it was selfish to want to keep him with me, especially if it turned out he had loved ones waiting for him, but that wouldn’t stop me from enjoying him while I could.
He brushed a strand of my hair back from my face, and stared into my eyes. The dim moonlight restricted my view, but I could see just enough of him. The green flecks in his eyes, his firm, muscled chest, the ink over his ribs, the flat plain of his stomach, and his impressive cock. I let my eyes drift closed, and savored his attention. I relaxed into the moment and attempted to commit this to memory.
Logan had other ideas, he moved down my body, kissing his way across my chest, my stomach, my hips… then he stopped. I raised up on my elbows and looked down. He met my eyes and smiled. “I want you to watch me get you off. You’re beautiful when you come.”