Page 221 of Staying Selfless

“A while?” I laugh in disbelief. “It’s been fifty-two days, baby.”

She holds onto the base of my neck, anchoring herself as she intentionally grinds down on me, the friction taking my breath away.

“Then we should probably take care of that,” she says with a kiss that brings me back to life before she climbs off me and into the back seat.

I open the passenger side door because I’m way too big to do that shit myself and find Logan lying on her back as I climb in and hover over her. It’s a visual I’ve thought about for weeks at this point. My girl on her back, legs open, and waiting for me.

As soon as the door closes behind me, Logan’s soft hand undoes my zipper, finds me in her grasp, and frees my dick from the restraint. She strokes my cock with her perfect pressure, causing it to throb in anticipation.

I shudder at the sensation. My reserve spank bank images of Logan were absolute shit in comparison to the real thing.

I pull my hips back, forcing her to lose me from her hold. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I was going to come quickly. But I’d really like to be inside of you when that happens.”

A knowing smirk dances on Logan’s lips as I lift the bottom of her dress to her stomach. I slide a finger up her silky black thong, finding it wet and warm. It’s my favorite thing to be with this woman. To taste her, to touch her, to bury myself inside of her. I need it all.

My tongue licks the soft material, running a line up her center, and causing Logan’s head to push into the seat below her, a soft whimper leaving her lips.

I flick my tongue over the fabric a few more times, teasing her before I hook a finger into the thin silk and move it to the side. Pressing my tongue flat against her pussy, I slowly taste every part of her.

“Oh my god,” she breathes out as she pushes her palms into the car door above her head.

“Fuck, you taste good,” I remind her as I lick my lips and go in for another round.

I lick, flick, suck, and tease, bringing her to the edge as her body trembles beneath me, her clit throbbing on my tongue. Logan’s fingers are threaded into my hair, pulling and tugging, turning me on even more as she pushes her hips into my face. I hold onto her thighs that warm my cheeks as I continue to draw sweet sounds from her mouth.

I could spend all fucking day down here.

“Eli,” Logan moans. “Please. I want you inside of me.”

I look up through hooded eyes at my favorite girl, her chest rapidly rising and falling, her red hair thrown all about, and this innocent blue dress bunched up as high as it can go.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I lift myself off her body, readjusting on the back seat.

As I sit down, I pull her on top of me, her legs straddling mine. Slipping one strap of her dress off her shoulder, I cover the delicate black ink on her collarbone with my lips. Then, I push the other strap off as well, letting the fabric pool at her hips.

I lift her ass up, getting her on her knees, her tits right in my face. Covering one with my mouth, I suck on her pebbled skin, swirling her nipple with my tongue, and gently using my teeth, before moving on to the other and doing the same.

Logan’s soft moans are filling the car, the windows beginning to fog over as her head falls back. She moves her hips, needing the friction, but I have her up on her knees, and my dick is too far away, so she pushes herself into my chest, needing something to ease the ache.

I release her from my mouth as I urge my pants down. Then, I slip off my shirt, needing to feel her skin on mine, before cupping her face and bringing my mouth to hers, taking her bottom lip between my teeth.

Logan threads her delicate fingers through mine before pulling away and breaking the kiss. She turns my hand over in hers, placing a simple kiss on the inside of my wrist over one of my tattoos. Then she gently moves onto the next, her warm breath swirling with the black ink as she kisses each one of importance, the same as I do with hers.

Every time I kiss her tattoo, the one in her dad’s handwriting, but written for her mom, it’s to tell her I love her. But it’s also because I love her family and who she is. Where she came from.

And Logan is doing the same thing right now.

“I love you,” she says. “I love everything about you. You’re my family.”

Those words almost make my eyes well because it’s been a battle, fighting for Logan to see that she belongs with me. With us. That she has a family here. That I’m not going anywhere. That she’s not alone anymore.

“I love you too, Logan. And we have the best fucking family in the world, you and I.”

A small, proud smile forms on her lips before I grasp my cock and line it up with her center. She sits up just a bit, before slowly easing herself onto my dick as I stretch and fill her.

“Fuck yes,” I groan in relief, my head falling back to the headrest behind me.

Logan’s forehead drops onto my chest as we both try to catch our breath and adjust to the sensation. It’s been far too long since I’ve been inside of her, but she’s warm and fucking perfect, just the way I remember.

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