Page 18 of Metal & Mud

When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing hard. Logan rested his forehead against hers.

"God, Sabby, I want you so badly," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "It's been so long... I don't know if I can hold back."

She looked up at him, her eyes dark with matching desire. "Then don't," she said, biting her lip. "Not the countertop, though," she added with a smile. "The pool table should be much more comfortable."

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SABBY

The idea of sex on a pool table had, of course, flirted through Sabby's mind from time to time. She could only bend over the lip, a long hard shaft in one hand that she stroked firmly into heavy balls, so many times without the thought passing through her artistic, imaginative mind.

But she never thought she'd actually do it.

Still, as Logan swept her up into his arms and carried her to the nearest table, she knew what was going to happen. His lips were hungry on her neck, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

Her hips bumped against the edge of the table and Logan set her down, his hand coming up her back to the laces at the back of her corset dress. She'd spent weeks learning how to tie the dress by herself, and as Logan undid the lace, her top slid down, her breasts spilling out.

"God, you're beautiful," Logan murmured before his mouth found her breast. Sabby gasped, her head thrown back as waves of sensation rolled through her. No one had ever touched her like this, with such reverence and hunger combined.

Logan pushed her back until her body was laid out on the table, her hair spread out on the green felt and his body covering hers. The look in his eyes made her breath catch—there was desire there, yes, but something more. Something that made her feel precious.

"My fingers or my tongue?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the heat in his eyes.

The question surprised her. None of her previous partners had ever asked what she wanted. The consideration in his simple question made her heart race almost as much as his touch did.

"Tongue," she whispered, and Logan smiled before kissing her again.

As he worked his way down her body, Sabby felt like she was floating. His hands were gentle but firm, worshipful in their exploration of her curves. When he finally reached the junction of her thighs, he looked up at her with such admiration that she felt tears prick at her eyes.

The first touch of his tongue against her was a revelation. She'd never experienced anything like it—the warm, velvet pressure against her most sensitive flesh. She moaned, unable to contain the sounds of her pleasure as Logan explored her with exquisite attention.

"You taste amazing," he murmured against her skin, the vibration of his words adding to the pleasure building within her.

As he focused his attention on her most sensitive spot, Sabby felt herself climbing higher and higher toward release. Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging in as the pressure built. When she finally shattered, it was with a cry that she had to muffle with her arm, her body arching off the pool table.

When she came back to herself, Logan was standing beside the table, looking down at her with a mixture of desire and tenderness that made her heart flip. He'd removed his shirt, revealing a torso that made her mouth go dry.

She climbed off the table on shaky legs, suddenly feeling vulnerable but unafraid. With Logan, she felt safe even in her vulnerability.

"I want you," she said simply, turning to bend over the edge of the pool table. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her heart pounding with anticipation and something deeper, something she wasn't ready to name yet.

"You're sure?" Logan asked, his voice thick with desire but his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

Sabby nodded, touched by his concern. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Logan stepped forward, his hands gentle on her hips as he positioned himself. The feeling of him slowly entering her was indescribable—a fullness that bordered on pain but quickly transformed into the most exquisite pleasure.

"God, Sabby," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You feel incredible."

He moved slowly at first, giving her time to adjust, to feel every inch of him. His hands roamed her body, caressing and exploring, finding spots that made her gasp and moan. When he leaned forward to kiss her shoulder, she felt something bloom in her chest that went beyond physical desire.

As they found their rhythm together, Sabby lost herself in the sensations. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, and when Logan's hand slipped between her legs to touch her where they were joined, she cried out, a second orgasm washing over her in waves.

Logan followed her over the edge moments later, his arms wrapped around her as though he couldn't bear to let her go.

Afterward, they lay together on the pool table, Logan's jacket beneath them, their bodies still intertwined. He traced lazy patterns on her skin, occasionally placing soft kisses on her shoulder or neck.

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