Page 87 of Kings Fear No One
Logan’s grip clenches shut. He gropes my hip and palms my backside. His tongue prods insistently at my lips, and I part them to meet him. His kiss makes my head spin faster than I can keep up with.
One second I’m straddling Logan, kissing him. The next second, my feet are off the ground and I’m spinning round and round.
His rough hands feel electric on my skin. Tiny shocks of pleasure hit me as his palm glides up my thigh and my dress rides up.
I shudder, rocking in his lap, pressing my lips to his.
He squeezes my flesh and growls his approval.
His mouth breaks from mine, traveling kiss by kiss across my jaw. Down my throat.
He kisses the corner where it meets my shoulders; the heat he brings flushing over me. I grind my body, riding his thigh, sliding my hand up his neck and into his dark hair. He holds me closer, tighter, in encouragement. Together we create a rocking dance.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he groans. His hand comes up to cup my face and he kisses me on the lips. “I’m about to rip these panties off and fuck that tight little pussy.”
The dirty word feels wrong, which only makes me shudder. I release a whimper and pick up the pace, gyrating my hips.
“Tell me how you want it, baby.” He squeezes my backside as he makes his demand. His mouth covers mine before I can even think about answering.
We trade kisses and heavy breaths. My brain feels scrambled. Basic thought feels impossible. I pant the first words that come to mind.
“I’m so… so…”
“What, baby? Say it.”
“So… oh… wet…” I breathe.
“What’s wet?”
Logan poses the question as he wedges his hand between my thighs. He nudges my cotton panties to the side, then rubs his fingers over the folds of my labia. The grazing touch is soft but evocative enough to make me throb.
“Oh… my… pussy,” I answer as he kisses me with tongue and dips his fingers into me. “My pussy’s so wet.”
“So fucking wet.” He nips at my lips, pumping his digits in and out. My juices coat him, my walls quivering at how good it feels. “You’re soaked. You ready for me, baby?”
“Mmm, yes. Yes, please. I want your… oh, put your…” My hips jerk forward in the same thrusting motion as his fingers. I’m practically getting myself off to their every motion. The pleasant tingly feeling washes over me.
It’s the same feeling I’ve felt whenever Logan and I have made love.
It’s an ever-heightening sense of pleasure that builds and builds…
Almost at the pinnacle of feel-good chemicals.
I curl my thigh around Logan’s waist as he stands up from the barstool. He pins me to the wall and begins undressing me. He sucks on the column of my throat and yanks down the straps of my sundress. A tremor rocks through me trying to keep up, my hand balled up in his shirt. My panties are snatched away, the rip sound loud in the silence of the apartment.
Logan claims my lips the same moment he enters me. My feet disappear from the ground as I’m hoisted up into his arms and my thighs are spread wide. He slides into my pulsing warmth, setting off thousands of tiny nerve endings.
We kiss and slip into a rhythm. His hips work and heat breaks over our skin. I lose what little breath remains in my lungs. Between his passionate kisses and deep strokes, I’m driven insane from how good it feels. Pleasure courses through me like energy invading my body.
Energy I’ve traded with Logan and no one else.
It doesn’t matter if there have been others. None of those times counted.
I didn’t want them, and though I didn’t want Logan the first time either, I do now.
I want him every day for the rest of my life.
The pinnacle I’ve been ascending to finally comes. More pleasure than I’ve ever imagined erupts from within. The nerve endings send off tingling fireworks that explode at once. Sobs of pleasure tumble out of me one after the other. I cling to Logan’s shoulders as if afraid I’ll melt to the floor.
