Page 127 of Snared Rider

He’s toned, muscled and incredibly sexy.

He comes down on top of me, his weight on his hands, which are placed either side of my shoulders. He recaptures my mouth and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me as he slips his tongue into my mouth. I also can’t stop from moaning as his bare chest rubs against mine, my nipples beading painfully.

He kisses me until I’m dizzy before sliding down my body, his lips touching every inch of me as he moves lower and lower. He places a final kiss just above the line of my knickers and I arch off the bed with a loud moan.

Fuck.

Then, his hands and mouth vanish.

I brace, waiting for them to reconnect elsewhere on my body and he doesn’t disappoint. He presses a kiss right between my legs, over the gusset of my knickers, then he gently pulls the material aside and runs a finger through my folds.

I groan, writhing beneath his touch as he moves his finger back and forth with painful slowness. He’s so tantalisingly close to my clitoris, which is throbbing now. I need him there, and I need him there now.

I move my hips, trying to direct him to where I want him and when that doesn’t work I seize his wrist and try to physically put him there.

He doesn’t allow me to do that either.

I growl, frustrated. I need release and if he won’t give me that, I’ll give it myself. As my hand dips between my legs, he encircles my wrist and pulls me away.

God fucking dammit!

“Patience, sweetheart, is a virtue.”

Easy for him to say, he’s not on the edge of orgasm.

I nearly curse at him, but all thoughts scatter as he pulls out of my knickers and moves his fingers to the elastic waistband. Then he slides them down my legs and off. Exposed, lying on the bed, I should feel vulnerable but I don’t. Not with Logan. It feels weird to say this considering everything that’s passed between us but I trust him and so I spread my legs for him as I’m freed from my underwear.

He returns his focus to my attention-starved pussy and runs his fingers through the folds again, through the wetness there. I know I’m soaked and ready for him but he continues to torment me with his stroking. I barely breathe as a shiver races through my pelvis when he skims over my clit.

Fuck, I could come from this alone.

Luckily, Logan has bigger plans for me and he finds my entrance and pushes a finger inside me. The intrusion stings a little at first and then gives way to that familiar ache of needing more inside me. Logan moves his finger back and forth, shallow thrusts at first that have me internally screaming with frustration. I need it deeper, thicker and fast. I move my hips to facilitate this but I can’t reach the depth I want.

Taking pity on me, Logan slips another finger inside and I feel everything down there stretch to accommodate the wider intrusion. He moves slowly, and the slight burn again dissipates into pleasure. His fingers move faster and harder. And then I feel him there, in the spot I need to climax. I thrust my hips again to push him deeper inside me and my body convulses as the growing tingle turns into a galloping pulsation.

Logan doesn’t relent, and I’m glad he doesn’t. He keeps finger-fucking me while his other hand rolls my left nipple between his fingers, pulling the bud almost to the point of pain. And it’s as if my breasts are linked to my pussy because this simultaneous stimulation pushes me over the edge.

I resist the urge to arch my back off the mattress as my climax roars through me. No way in hell can my ribs take that kind of movement.

I can feel and hear my pulse in my ears, racing so hard I can barely breathe. Logan maintains his relentless pace even as I cry out his name, gasping and moaning as everything tightens and throbs.

He barely gives me time to come down before he’s pulling his fingers out of me and tugging his jeans and boxers down his legs. His eyes blazing with lust and want, I watch as he opens a condom packet, gives his already hard cock a couple of pulls with his hand and then slides the prophylactic on with an expert precision I do not want to think about.

Then, he’s back on the bed and on top of me, keeping most of his weight on his arms, protecting my bruised side. I love that he does, that he thinks about me and my comfort. It soothes me.

Then, he kisses me so softly I feel tears prick my eyes. How long has it been since a man made love to me with such reverence?

Ten years…

Shit.

His cock nudges against my entrance, and I widen my legs to give him the room he needs. Then, he inches into me. I gasp as he does, and my gaze locks on to him. He watches my face as he slips further, deeper into me. My pussy stretches to accommodate him and I feel deliciously full by the time he’s fully seated inside me.

I feel a connection that isn’t physical but emotional. I love this man. I always have, always will. And he must see this in my expression because he leans down, presses a kiss to my forehead and when he pushes back up, he says, “Okay?”

I nod and he takes this as the invitation he needs to drag his cock out of me and push back inside.

Oh fuck.

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