Page 117 of Until Tomorrow
“It’s hard to relax when you’re teasing me,” I told him. Though truthfully, it wasn’t very hard for Logan to tease me. I was just that attracted to him. Twenty-six years hadn’t changed that.
The water sloshed over the edge of the tub as Logan turned me until I was facing him. I wrapped my legs around him, and the weight of his hard length pressed against my belly. His fingers tangled in my hair, and with a gentle tug, he tipped my head back. His mouth drifted down my neck in heated kisses, his teeth nipping at my skin. I squirmed with the spark of sensations he elicited in me, liquid heat building in my core.
“Are you happy with our sex life, Eva?” Logan asked, his breath warm against my ear. “Is there more I can do to take care of you?”
“Where did that come from?” I replied.
“Your list,” he whispered. “I can’t get it out of my head.”
“Oh.”
“You have finding your kinks—”
“That was all Elliot,” I interjected.
“—and have spontaneous sex on there,” Logan finished, ignoring me. His hand slipped between our bodies. His fingers brushed over my clit as he slid them through my wetness, making me moan. “Tell me, honey, what can I do?”
“Don’t stop,” I managed to say while his fingers circled my clit. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I rolled my hips, needing more from him.
“Keep going, Eva,” he said. His teeth sank into my neck, harder than usual. It sparked something feral inside me. As his thumb applied pressure to my clit, he pressed two fingers inside me. My muscles pulsated around him, making me moan louder. Logan whispered against my mouth, “That’s it, honey. Keep going. I want to feel you come.”
Jesus Christ, who taught my husband how to talk like this?I wanted to thank them.
I was a panting mess as I rode his hand. Water splashed out of the tub, but we didn’t care. His tongue drove through my lips as I gasped, and he ate up every sound I made. When I whimpered, his teeth scraped along my lower lip.
“Come for me, honey,” Logan ordered softly while circling my clit faster with the pad of his thumb. That little bit of friction and those words were more than enough to send me over the edge. I came with a loud cry, digging my fingers so hard into his skin that I probably drew blood. “God, you’re gorgeous when you come.”
Note to self: send flowers to whoever taught my husband to talk like this.I was a fan.
“Fuck me, Logan,” I pleaded breathlessly. I needed more of him.Now.
He didn’t. Instead, his mouth drifted down my neck in gentle kisses. His tongue swept down my sternum and over the swell of my breast. My head tipped back as he teased my nipple between his teeth.Licking and sucking. Hard and soft.My breath hitched in my throat as he switched sides. Every little thing he did carried me higher, making me pathetically needy for more of him.
“Please, Logan,” I whined when he finally stopped. His hands fanned over my sides as he gently pushed me away.
“On your knees, honey,” he said. My eyes widened slightly. “Grab the side of the tub and hold on.”
“Oh… okay.” I nodded, a little stunned by the request.And immensely turned on by it as well.Careful not to slip, I did as he asked while he positioned himself behind me.
Hishands smoothed over the round of my ass and across my hips. I tried to push back, desperately wanting him inside of me, but he held me in my place.
“Patience, honey,” he whispered. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
I whimpered because patience was the last thing I wanted to have. I just wanted him inside me to make me come again. His cock slid through my wetness, brushing against my sensitive clit in slow passes. Each one sparked through my body and drew another moan from me. He nudged my knees apart just slightly, and I held my breath with anticipation.
“Oh,” I gasped out as he buried his dick completely inside me with one hard thrust. I clung to the ledge of the tub while he ran one hand up my spine. He gripped my shoulder as he eased back out almost completely. The hollow feeling was fleeting but enough to drive me wild. I pushed back into his cock while he snapped his hips forward. The sudden fullness was dizzying. My head fell forward, resting on the porcelain. “Oh, fuck…”
The pace he set was relentless.Hard and fast. Skin on skin. Water splashing. Him grunting. Me moaning.It was wild and uncontrolled—unlike anything we’d ever done. The pressure and heat in my pussy was intense. His name spilled off my lips, barely comprehensible. I fucked him right back, meeting his every thrust enthusiastically.
“Fuck!” Logan exclaimed suddenly—not at all sounding in the moment as he faltered in his pace.
“What’s wrong?” I glanced over my shoulder at him and tried not to laugh as he squinted down at the water, his glasses missing.
“My glasses fell off,” he muttered.
“Don’t stop, Logan,” I said. I was too riled up to care about his glasses. His fingers were bruising as they dug into my hips, and he drove right back into me. A hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pushing me down while his pace picked back up. The change of angle had me practically screaming as every pass of his cock hit that sweet spot. Every thrust was delicious torture until I was writhing and gasping under him. The heat was unbearable, and my muscles had his cock in a vice grip as I teetered. “So close… right there, right there,right there!”
His hand slid around my hip and over my belly, moving down until he found my clit. It took all of one touch for me to explode. I came hard and loud, feeling his cock stutter and jerk inside me. He dragged me as far onto his dick as possible, holding me tight against him while he shuddered.
