Page 57 of One Night in Paris

His words encouraged me to increase my pace, the adrenaline from our excursion before still adding fuel to the fire burning within me. I’d never had sex in a hot tub before, but something told me it was going to be one of the best fucks of my life.

Dropping his head, Logan began to kiss the tops of my breasts, taking it slowly, letting his tongue lap against my heated flesh while he sucked and nibbled at me. Letting my head fall back, I moaned, my arms wrapped around his neck, my body continuing to move up and down in a steady rhythm.

His tongue found my nipple beneath the fabric of the bathing suit without him even having to push it aside or untie it. Teasing me, he probed my nipple with the tip of his tongue, pushing harder and lingering longer each time while I groaned and bucked my hips against him until he finally plunged in, grabbing my hardened peak within his lips and shoving my top to the side with his cheek.

“Logan!” I moaned. “God! Harder!”

He obliged, sucking my nipple even harder while his other hand came up to slip my other breast free from the bikini.Taking my other nipple between his thumb and finger, he twisted and pulled, not being gentle at all. It felt so good, I couldn’t get enough of it. My body continued to gyrate as the water splashed higher and higher with each of my movements.

When he lifted his head, disappointment settled over me, but it would only last a moment. Recapturing my mouth, he kissed me again, more aggressively this time, as he reached up to untie my bikini, pulling the string around my neck first and then at the back. The green material fell into the hot tub and floated away. I wouldn’t be needing it anytime soon anyway.

Logan lifted both of his hands to my breasts, trailing rivulets of water down from them at first as he began to massage them, He used his thumbs to rub against my nipples as the rest of his hands caressed my skin. His mouth continued to play with mine, making my need for him grow even more urgent.

He was hard now. I could feel his length extending between my legs with every kiss, every touch. I was ready for him, too. It was difficult to tell just how wet I was submerged beneath the bubbling water, but the ache between my legs was growing more and more uncomfortable with every circle of his finger.

After a few moments, Logan trailed a hand down my side, across my hip, to my apex. His fingers slid between the fabric of the bikini bottom so that he was touching my heated skin. At first, he only explored my outer edges, but with each pass of his fingers, he moved in further until he worked a finger inside me. With my bottoms still on and our bodies pressed together, it wasn’t easy, but it felt amazing, his finger probing deeply and slowly.

It wasn’t enough though. I wanted more than just Logan’s finger inside me. I wanted his entire enormous cock. Waiting was becoming unbearable. I found myself pulling away from his kiss, my teeth nipping at his ear, as I wantonly whispered, “Please, Logan. Please?”

In a teasing voice, he asked me, “Please what, baby? What do you want from me, huh? Your pussy feels so good and tight around my finger. I might just do this all night.”

“No!” Riding his finger, I let all logic and sensibility slip away as I morphed into an animal who only wanted Logan. “Please, Logan. Fuck me. Hard.”

I was afraid he’d continue to tease me, but at my request, he slid his hand out from beneath my bikini bottoms and untied them so that they fell away, just like my top. I continued to writhe on top of him even when I was completely naked and he still had on his trunks. Just knowing that I’d have to move so he could undress had me pouting. I wanted him so bad, I could hardly stand it.

Logan lifted me up, still kissing me, as he moved me through the water. The bubbles felt nice on my bare skin, exhilarating even. But I wanted to be back on his lap, burying his cock deep to the hilt inside me.

Quickly, Logan slid out of his trunks and pulled a condom out of his pocket before he let them float away. He put the condom on and sat back down, bringing me with him. With my knees against the textured surface of the seat, I ignored the pain and pushed up. One hand on my hip, the other on his dick, Logan guided himself inside me.

I wanted to take my time, but I couldn’t hold back. Dropping down, I impaled myself on him, stretching and molding to take him all the way in. Euphoria washed over me like the waves of the water, rippling and vibrating with pleasure, my mind only able to focus on Logan and how amazing he felt.

Logan did exactly what I asked him to do. He fucked me hard. With his hands on my hips, he lifted up off the seat again and again, driving into me, deeply, with each plunge. The water splashed up and over the edges of the hot tub, but neither of us paid any attention to that. All we could think about wasone another’s bodies, each movement sending electric shocks of pleasure through both of us. The rest of the world melted away, leaving only Logan and me, our bodies melded into one.

I was close to coming undone. Every thrust hit me in all the right places. Grunting, Logan rammed into me again and again. Quaking, I dug my nails into his shoulder, letting out moans of pleasure as I neared the precipice.

“That’s it, baby.” Logan’s voice was a low growl, exertion making it difficult for him to talk. “Come for me, Harper. Come on. Let it all go.”

At his command, my body finally gave in, bursting into a full-body spasm that had my toes curling and my mouth dropping open in a silent scream of pleasure. He didn’t let up, though. Logan continued to pound away at me until I couldn’t breathe and my lungs began to burn.

I was still quivering when he hit his peak. Feeling him go rigid beneath me, I braced myself against his shoulders. Logan grunted several times and then thrust into me so deeply, a yelp escaped my lips. It didn’t hurt, but it was a new sensation, one I hadn’t felt before, taking me by surprise. Logan held me tightly against him for several seconds while the impact of his orgasm continued to pulsate through his body. Then, slowly, he released me, slipping himself out from inside me.

The space between us only lasted a few seconds before he pulled me against him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, turning my body so I was sitting on his lap, my legs together and out to the side. His fingertips trailed over my flushed skin, soothing me and making me sleepy. I could stay there in his arms, nestled against his chest, for days. Forever.

“That was amazing, Harper,” Logan whispered, kissing my forehead. “Thank you so much.”

“Thank you,” I replied, hearing the tiredness in my voice. “I never imagined it could be like this.”

After a short pause, Logan asked, “What do you mean?”

I wasn’t even sure how to answer that. What did I mean? What was it about my relationship with Logan that was so unbelievably good? It wasn’t just the sex. Sure, he knew how to make my body feel things I’d never felt before. But more than that, it was the way he cared about me—the way he caredforme. Never before in my life had I felt so taken care of than I did when I was with him.

Not knowing how to express any of that to him, I just said, “You’re amazing.” I hoped that would be enough of an explanation for him.

Logan seemed to accept that. He kissed the top of my head again and then leaned down so that his cheek was pressed to mine.

We stayed like that for a long time before either of us spoke again.

When Logan said, “Everything in the world is right,” I wanted to agree with him. But I couldn’t.

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