Page 79 of We Were Something
He groans as I drop my center to graze against his hardness for just a second, then reaches out to grab my hips as I lean into him, pressing my breasts into his face.
“Fuck,” he whispers, licking up the center of my chest. Sucking one nipple into his mouth and forcing a cry out from within me before moving over to the other and doing the same.
But before he can lock me into what he wants, I tug out of his hold and spin around, placing my hands on his knees and grinding my ass into his length as a new song spits out of the speakers.
“Jesus, Paige,” he whispers, his hands coming forward and tugging on the skirt that was partially covering my ass so it’s now fully revealed, my underwear having been left downstairs with my bra. “What are you doing to me?”
I moan as his cock presses against my clit through his pants, and then I rub that spot over and over as Logan’s arms wrap around me from behind and pinch my tits.
“I’m dancing for you,” I whisper, dropping my ass low and then pressing hard against him as I grind up.
His hands stroking my body get stronger. Firmer. More confident. They stroke and tease my skin just as tantalizingly as I’m stroking and teasing him.
Then suddenly, I feel him tugging down his pants, the wide head of his dick right there, pressing hot and hard between my legs, the slick wetness of my arousal coating him as I grind against him.
Fuck, it would feel so good if I could just shift a little bit and slide that length of his right into the core of me. But when I turn to look at him over my shoulder, I see that hesitation again in his eyes. The one I see just often enough that I know we’re slipping past his comfort zone and into uncharted territory.
So even though I can feel himright there,his cock pulsing against me and one single move away from me dropping right onto him, I spin around slowly and drop to my knees between his legs, sucking him deeply into my mouth.
He cries out, and then he spills into me quickly, his eyes closed and his head tossed back as I lick and stroke at his shaft and tug lightly on his balls.
“Everything,” Logan says.
My eyebrows furrow as I watch him, confusion warring with my arousal.
“Earlier, I said ‘You are,’ but I didn’t finish.” His eyes open and those stormy blues lock with mine. “You are everything.”
Something warm bubbles up in my chest, something that I’m not accustomed to, and I watch Logan for a long moment from between his legs before I rise up and wrap my arms around his neck, tucking my face in so I can smell his skin and press my lips against the stubble of his lower jaw.
His arms wrap me tight and tuck me in against his chest, a protective embrace that makes me feel like I’ve found…home. Home in a way I’ve never imagined it to be before.
Pressing one more kiss against him, I pull back so I can look into his eyes again.
“So are you.”
I don’t usually dream, most of my fantasies typically coming to mind during my waking hours so I can take care of them in bed or in the shower. But on this night, I dream of things that make my fantasies spring to life.
It’s a montage of sex and lust, of Logan and me, naked and desperate and giving in to our urges anywhere and everywhere I want. At one point, it’s a continuation of the little show I put on for him last night, before we came back to bed and he fucked me with his fingers so good I came twice.
In the dream, though, I don’t stop as Logan urges me on. Tells me he’s ready, that he’s desperate. As the two of us finally give in to the inevitable.
So as I slowly wake from my slumber in the wee hours of the morning, I’m not surprised to feel Logan’s hard dick pressed against my lower back, likely the culprit of why I feel wet and desperate and needy.
The two of us are grinding against each other, my ass pressing into his groin, Logan’s hand teasing my nipples as he suckles on the skin of my neck.
It feels like heaven, though these moments with Loganalwaysdo, and I grip his thighs, pressing back against him like I’m in heat and the only thing that will bring me the relief I need is him.
Because it’s true. It’s all I want, and this is by far the longest I’ve ever waited to have sex with someone. I’m so ready. So, so, ready, and I’m nearing a point where I need him to be ready too.
“God, I want to be inside you,” he whispers into my ear, letting out a strangled moan and pressing even harder against me. “You feel so good.”
The sheer bliss I feel at his words, at even just the possibility that we might be taking this to the next level, has me spinning my body to face him, kissing him deeply. My fingers spread wide as my hands run all over his amazing body, reveling in the soft skin over hard muscle, still warm from sleep.
Our mouths meet in the middle, our collision nearly violent as lips part and tongues tangle, as we nip and suck at each other, each of us letting out little breaths and sighs at the way it feels to be pressed together like this, naked from head to toe.
Logan tugs me tight against him and rolls onto his back, bringing me on top of him, my breasts pressed against the light smattering of hair on his chest. His hands rove down my back and grip my ass, pressing on me so my hips roll against him.
I spread my legs, straddling him as I sit up straight, the wetness of my pussy rubbing against his hard dick.
