My cheeks flushed. Crap! What did I look like when I came? Then his tongue slid across me and I forgot about being self-conscious. I watched as he used broad strokes of his tongue to gently lap against me. The sensation coupled with the visual was overwhelming. I let out a soft murmur and shifted, trying to get closer. He brought his hands to my hips and pulled me in closer to his face, then held me in place while he maintained his lazy pace, his tongue providing the most exquisite torture as he licked, suckled, and nipped at my sensitive clit.
I squeezed my eyes closed and let my head fall back, concentrating on the sensations.
Logan stopped suddenly. “Open them. Open your eyes.”
I looked down at him and he once again started his slow torture, licking his warm tongue up the length of my wetness. His pace increased and so did my panting. It had never been like this for me before. I felt like I could come undone and never came down from my high.
Much more of this and I was going to come. “Logan,” I called out.
His eyes lifted to watch me. His attention didn’t let up, his mouth creating a gentle suction against me and a few seconds later, I was panting and writhing against him. He held me in place, his eyes locked on mine.
I exploded into a million pieces, calling out his name over and over again. I collapsed back onto the pillow as Logan kissed his way up my body. When he reached my mouth, he was smiling. “Beautiful girl, let me f**k you now.”
“Yes,” I moaned, reaching for his cock. He was still hard as steel and ready for me.
He lay down on the bed beside me and pulled me on top of him until I was straddling him.
Oh. This wasn’t really the position I had in mind. I wasn’t good at being the one in control, and he was by far the largest man I’d been with, so I wasn’t entirely sure how this position was going to work. I sat across his hips, facing him while he nuzzled against my br**sts and kissed me.
He gripped my hips, and lifted me up, positioning the head of his c**k at my opening. He slid himself against my wetness, preparing his c**k to slide inside me. I groaned at the sensation.
I was about to beg when he finally eased the head several inches inside me. I gasped at the fullness. I felt stretched to capacity. “Logan, ah…”
He groaned deeply, his masculine tone rumbling through me. “Too much, baby?”
“Yeah,” I moaned.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He pulled out just a bit.
His voice shot a pulse of desire through me. I wanted more. I wanted to be completely filled up by him and hear him curse and moan at the pleasure of being inside me. He lifted me up off his c**k so just the tip was still inside me, and allowed me to get used to his size. Then he pushed himself up, sinking several inches into me once again.
I sucked in a breath and held it.
“Christ, Ashlyn,” he growled, “are you sure this is okay?”
I nodded tightly, needing to concentrate.
“Breathe, baby.” He lifted my hips off him, easing the sensation just a little. “I feel like I’m hurting you.”
I sucked in a deep breath at his command “No.” I gazed down at him, and ran my hands over his chest. “I like it…you’re just…big.”
He grinned, a cocky half smile. “But you like it?”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
He thrust into me carefully, pushing in and then withdrawing with an easy rhythm. His breathing was rough and heavy as if the act of holding back was torturous for him. Once seated deep inside, he pulled me down across his chest and held me, kissing my lips in between his gentle thrusts. “You feel so f**king good, baby.”
“Logan,” I groaned.
He responded with a groan of his own. “Can you handle more, sweetheart?”
More? He wasn’t all the way in yet? I nodded, rubbing my cheek against his.
He held me in place while he pushed in farther. His eyes drifted closed with pleasure as he sunk all the way into me. I whimpered with a mix of pleasure and pain as he secured me over the top of him and thrust into me at a faster pace.
My whimpers grew louder and his breaths came in heavy pants against my neck. I felt so close to him just then, with the smell of his aftershave intoxicating me and his rough stubble brushing against my neck. It was the most intimate act we could share.
He brushed his fingertips over my cheek and met my eyes in a tender moment. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. I love it.”
He smiled. “Good. Because I love being inside you.” He kissed me once more and in one smooth motion, rolled us over on the bed so that I was underneath him.
I held tight to his straining biceps while he sunk slowly into me. Now that I was used to his size, I loved the way it made me feel. Incredibly at his mercy. His.
I arched against him, squeezing my eyes closed and exposing my neck. He dampened my throat with wet kisses and began f**king me harder. Each time he thrust into me, I lifted to meet him. Soon his grunts mingled with mine and we lost ourselves entirely.
He wasn’t overly vocal during sex, but I loved the sound of his heavy breathing and soft grunts near my ear. “I’m going to come,” he whispered, clutching my hips tightly as he thrust a final few times until his warm se**n spilled inside me.
He kissed my mouth gently and lay down beside me. “You are amazing.” He smiled.
“So are you,” I whispered. I nestled into Logan’s arms with my back against his front. He cuddled around me. I’d never felt so happy and alive. Logan, with no memory of his own life was teaching me how to live in the moment and enjoy mine.