Page 50 of When You Left Me Speechless

“Show you?”

I hand her the vibrator. “Yeah, I want to watch you make yourself come, and then I’m going to make you come again all over my cock.”

She hesitates again.

“Look, if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. I would never force you to do anything you don’t like, but fuck, you’re so sexy laying there in my shirt, and I want to watch you.”

She nods and moves the vibrator between her legs, now spread open for me to see.

“So fucking beautiful.”

I watch as she turns it on, pressing the vibrations up against her clit. She works herself for a few minutes before sliding a finger in and out of her drenched pussy.

“Fuck, you are so wet for me.”

She moans. Her hips jerk, and she adds another finger. Another moan escapes her lips, and her hips begin to move quickly. She ups the vibration, and her head falls back. I can tell she is close.

“Say my name when you come,” I demand and she does. Her whole body tenses around her fingers as she unravels for me.

POPPY

Logan walksover to the bed and removes the vibrator from my hand. Taking my other hand in his, he places each of my fingers in his mouth, tasting me. I feel like I might faint. I look him up and down, taking him in. He’s standing over me. At some point, he took his clothes off because he is now naked and his cock is fully exposed. He’s incredibly sexy, but in a realistic sort of way, like he takes care of himself but doesn’t live in the gym. His shoulders are broad, and his armsare toned.

He lowers himself to the bed and kisses me first on the lips, and then he places slow, purposeful kisses down the side of my neck, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps.

“I need you naked.” His eyes don’t leave mine as I pull off his T-shirt, leaving me completely exposed. He lays down next to me, and our bodies wrap around each other. His hands explore my body, and I let mine wander his. His fingers set my body on fire everywhere they touch.

There is something so sexy about what we are doing. His lips find mine again. He kisses me deep, and I can’t get enough. His hand trails down my body and finds my already wet center. He drags a finger up and down, pausing for a few seconds to play with my most sensitive spot. He continues to play with me with teasing circles, building my need for him.

“You are so fucking sexy.” He slowly inserts one finger and immediately finds the spot that makes me let out a soft moan.

“Logan.” His name is barely a whisper. He removes his finger and pushes in two. I let out a little gasp up against his mouth. His fingers curl inside me, causing me to say his name again. He rubs slow, purposeful circles on my clit with his thumb. I thrust my hips forward, desperate for more pressure.

“I need more,” I beg. He removes his hand but doesn’t stop kissing me. Our tongues are tangled. He rolls back and grabs a condom off the bedside table. I watch him rip the packet open with his teeth and roll it down his long, hard shaft. He rolls back over and lines himself with my center. The whole time, his dark eyes are locked on mine. He takes one of my breasts in his hand and rolls my nipple between his fingers. I let out a little gasp. “Logan,” I beg again.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.” My wish is his command, and he begins to guide his cock inside me. He goes slow, starting with just thehead and then slowly easing in until I’ve taken every last inch of him.

“Your pussy is perfection,” his words are laced with heavy breaths. I feel myself clench around him, and then he starts to move, slamming into me over and over until my whole world feels like it may shatter. When I feel like I can’t hold on any longer, he flips me on top of him and leans me back so I am sitting upright. Our bodies continue to move together as his fingers find my bundle of nerves, circling and applying the right amount of pressure.

He continues to move inside of me. His fingers quicken into fast circles. My whole body tenses up, and I fall, crying out his name. He continues to play with me until he’s sure my orgasm is over. I lean forward, my lips finding his neck, and his movements become more frantic. I roll my hips into him and slowly lick up his neck, tasting his salty skin.

“Fuck,” I say into his ear. His movements quicken, and then I feel his body tense underneath me.

I roll off the top of him and nestle my head into his chest. He pulls me in close, and we lay there silent until our breathing slows. After we get cleaned up, we crawl back into bed. He pulls me into him, and I let myself relax in his arms—both of us naked.

“What were you going to say the other day before we got interrupted?” I ask, drawing circles on his chest with one of my fingers.

“Seems dumb now, but I wanted to make sure we were okay after I kissed you.”

I’m quiet for a moment, wondering what I should say next. The kiss was amazing, and that was fucking incredible. I’m admittedly a bit of a control freak, so letting him take control was exactly what my mind and my body needed. It was just the type of thing I could become addicted to, but I’m conflicted and I’m not sure where it leaves us. I know I can’toffer him more than this, not now, anyway. A rock forms in the pit of my stomach.

“Logan,” I hesitate. I sit up so I can look at him. The room is mostly dark, but I can see his face in the reflection of the street light shining through the space between my curtains. He turns and props himself up on one arm. A sheet covers his bottom half and keeps me from becoming distracted.

“You should go home?” It comes out as a question, but I mean it as a statement.

“No, why would I do that?”

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