Page 50 of Embattled Return

“Seriously? Why would you hide this body? I think you just need to be naked all day long.”

He made a face, not sure how to take her words. “I don’t know. The cold doesn’t always help a man’s ego, if you know what I mean.”

Marigold giggled, a light, carefree sound that he had a feeling he could grow to love.

“Well, someone,” she batted her eyes theatrically, “will just have to warm you up occasionally.”

Logan grinned. “Know anyone that would be crazy enough for the job?”

She shrugged, drawing attention to her exposed breasts. “If there are perks, maybe...”

“Oh, there are definitely perks,” he murmured, licking the tip of her breast. Marigold sighed, her fingers running into his hair to hold him to her. Logan had a flash of insecurity, but she didn’t even pause at what she felt, just tightened her hold.

Fuck it.

Pushing up, he levered himself over her, shuddering as her thighs fell wide to accommodate him. He worried about the replaced knee joint, but it bent exactly as he needed it to. When he lowered his hips to her cradle, they both gasped. He was hard as a rock, and even through his boxers and her panties, he could feel the heat rolling from her body. That hot spot called to him, and he needed to be inside her with a desperation that shocked him.

Reaching down he tucked the boxer elastic beneath his balls, releasing his aching dick. Then he pushed up into her, relying on the panties to keep them apart. Theoretically it would excite her more, teasing her like this, but she already felt soaked. “I...”

She reached down, jerking the gusset of her panties to the side, and before he could change his trajectory, she pulled him into her. “Oh, fuck...”

He paused for a moment, shaking, feeling how his body felt inside the grip of a woman’s body. “Give me just a second,” he whispered. It didn’t feel like it used to, years ago, but he’d expected it to be different. The heat was still there, and the pressure, but the sensation on the lower part of his dick seemed a little muffled. He withdrew his length, then surged forward again, losing himself in the sensation.

A tiny little part of his brain reminded him that they needed a condom, but the more visceral, instinctual part of his brain was urging him to feel and enjoy every second he could without the added barrier. The added layer might be what kept him from his pleasure.

Marigold sighed and shivered beneath him, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. They were dreamy with need, and Logan had to take a split second to realize that he never expected to see that look in a woman’s eyes again. Her mouth sought his and he kissed her like he’d never kissed anyone before, trying to let her know what he felt.

“Oh, Logan,” she breathed, arching her body up into his.

He tried to stay under control, he really did, but it had been so long since he’d done this. Reaching down, he lifted her thighs up over his hips, changing the angle. Marigold made this odd sound in her throat, a cross between a moan and a gasp. “Oh, my god, Logan. Oh...” she breathed, nipping at his earlobe. “Condom,” she hissed, pushing at his shoulders.

It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, stopping the rolling momentum in his body, but he did it. Bracing himself above her, he withdrew, panting, and let her scramble out from underneath him. He watched with slitted eyes as she circled the bed and ripped open the drawer of her bedside table. She held up the little foil square triumphantly, and tossed it to him as she bent over to shuck off her panties.

Logan struggled to move, but he managed to get the condom rolled on tight as Marigold returned, completely nude. She’d gotten rid of the t-shirt and panties and he could see her body completely naked for the first time. It staggered him. And humbled him. Thrilled him. In the morning light her skin almost glowed, very fair, with rosy pink highlights. The tips of her nipples and her lips were almost the same deep salmon pink, and he could only think of tasting her again. She was completely bare of pubic hair and he wanted to explore her body there.

Her strong thighs flexed as she crawled onto the bed toward him, and her eyes narrowed teasingly.

“You take my breath away,” he admitted, cupping her face in his hands and giving her an open-mouthed kiss.

Marigold sighed and melted into him, her sweet tongue gliding along his. With a bounce, they moved back into position and she guided his cock deep, rocking her hips up toward him. Logan lost himself in the ride, pushing and grinding the way he needed to to find that euphoria he hadn’t had for so long. Masturbation was fine, but there was nothing better than being balls deep inside a woman.

Marigold began to pant against his neck, her teeth nibbling the skin. “Do you know how good you feel inside me,” she whispered. “You’re going to make me come. Right there, Logan, right there...”

Logan maintained the pace with iron determination, needing her to find her release so that he could, but it got incrementally harder as he felt her unraveling beneath him. Her body loosened even more and her pants grew more excited. Just as he was worried he was going to come before her, she screamed out, her head arching back on the pillow and her body jerking with hard convulsive shudders.

Then his own release hit. Unable to muffle a groan, his body went supernova with one of the hardest climaxes he’d ever experienced. Logan arched back, his legs digging into the mattress as he tried to get deeper than was physically possible. One moment he was kissing Marigold, then the next his head was buried in the pillow beside her and he was trying to drag in oxygen, his arms braced around her. Had he passed out? His body still contracted and rolled with light aftershocks.

Her strong arms held him tight, breast to chest, and she was whispering something into his hair. Gathering his strength, he lifted his head to look at her.

There was a smile on her face and a look in her eyes that told him he’d done a damned good job. “Are you okay?” he growled.

She nodded, grinning. Her legs were still up around his hips. Reaching down, she dragged the covers up over his shoulders. At some point they’d pushed them away. He appreciated the warmth immediately, though he knew he should move. Shifting, he readied to pull away, but she held him tight.

“Just stay here for a minute, please,” she whispered.

Logan was more than happy to stay. He planted his head against the pillow again. “Just tell me when you need to breathe.”

“I don’t think I ever want you to go. Damn, dude...”

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