Page 61 of Staying Selfless

“Oh yeah?” My tone is low as I bring my lips to her ear before dragging them across her jaw. “Let’s find out.”

Slipping her sweatshirt up and over her head, I take her shirt off with it. Logan is wearing a strappy little blue thing, covering her tits. She calls these things ‘bralettes.’ I don’t give a fuck what they’re called. I just like that the thin fabric can barely cover two of my favorite things.

I stand on the edge of my bed with my girl on her back, my hands finding her skin, skimming up her waist. The pad of my thumbs circles her already taut nipples, as they’re unable to hide behind the flimsy fabric.

I graze and touch, loving the body I haven’t been with in far too long. My lips find Logan’s once again as she pulls me down onto her. She tastes like vanilla, and it mixes with the whiskey on my tongue as my mouth explores her pouty lips, drawing out delicate whimpers and moans from the pressure.

Her soft hands sneak under my shirt, both of her palms pressed against my abdomen as she slides it up, silently asking me to remove it. I do as I’m told while Logan sits up on the edge of the bed, her legs on either side of mine.

As I stand in front of her, Logan’s fingers begin to delicately trace the black ink on my arm. She does this almost every time I have my shirt off, and it’s become one of my favorite habits of hers.

I’ve come to learn which tattoos are her favorites. She hasn’t told me, but she lingers a little longer on the ones for my parents and Marc, knowing they mean about as much to her as they do to me. I keep my eyes glued to her, watching her take me in.

Since the day I realized she was the one for me, I knew that the last bit of bare skin on my inner bicep would be filled for her. I just didn’t know with what. But after reading the letter that her mom wrote me, I know precisely what Logan’s tattoo will be.

“Eli,” Logan softly says as she looks up at me.

Her hands graze down my biceps and forearms until eventually her fingers lace with mine, holding me.

“Thank you. I know it hasn’t been easy for you, everything I put you through, but I truly don’t think I would’ve been okay again if it wasn’t for you.”

I can’t help but smile at her words. I’ve needed her since the moment we met, but having my strong girl feel the same fills me with pride. And she’s right; it wasn’t easy. Especially those first three weeks she was gone, but I’d do it over and over again for her to be happy.

Instead of replying with the words I don’t know how to express, I cup her face and press my smiling mouth to hers. Logan’s lips turn up against mine before I fall forward, laying her back on the mattress.

I love this woman with everything I am, and I finally get to show her just how much.

She kicks off her shoes as my fingers hook into her leggings, sliding them down and finding her wearing absolutely nothing else underneath.

“Fuck,” I breathe when her pussy comes into view, having expected to find her panties instead.

“As I said, I didn’t want to waste time putting on my clothes.” Her smirk is all mischief, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.

She’s propped up on her elbows as she brings her heels up to the mattress, bending at the knees, before slowly spreading her legs. I can feel my eyes widen as my mouth gapes, staring directly at her center. My gaze wanders up to her face, where I find Logan biting down on her lower lip, trying to hide her satisfied expression.

“You’re fucking killing me, babe.” My forehead drops to her knee in defeat.

My hands find her waist as I swiftly tug her to the edge of the bed. Undoing my pants, I let them pool at my ankles before I kick them off and out of the way. I stroke myself over my briefs as I sink to my knees, making myself at home in my all-time favorite place—between her legs.

I lick my lips before I torture her with leisurely kisses down the inside of her thighs as she twitches in anticipation. I let my warm breath tease her as I keep my eyes glued to hers, watching her try to keep it together, knowing what’s to come.

Her eyes peer down at me through those dark lashes, getting all hooded and soft. Fucking hell, that sweet innocent glint in those pretty greens gets me every time, and she fucking knows it.

Finally, my tongue presses down onto her heat, causing her to arch immediately. Her head falls back to the mattress as she pushes her hips into my face. I flick and circle, watching as she comes undone, panting moans leaving her lips and filling the room.

The tip of my tongue concentrates on her bundle of nerves as one of my fingers enters her without warning. Her hips buck up once again as her greedy hands tug at my shaggy hair.

“Fuck me,” she cries out.

I can’t help my smile against her clit because that’s precisely what I’m planning to do.

My finger pumps inside of her a few more times, warming her up. Not that she needs it, she’s fucking soaked and shaking already. I’m hard as a rock, watching her come undone, and ready to be inside of her.

I stand from my knees, keeping my eyes glued to hers as Logan slips her bralette thing over her head, leaving her perky tits on full display. I fucking love this body. It’s my favorite one I’ve ever seen, and I’ll never get enough of it. But more importantly, I love the woman to whom it belongs.

I admire my naked girl as she lays against the bed, propped up on her elbows, eyeing me. Her pretty greens wander over my body before stopping at my briefs, which are currently way too tight, and not doing much of hiding what’s happening underneath. She nods towards them, a devilish smile on her lips, telling me to remove them.

“Bossy, are we?” I playfully ask my favorite girl.

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