Page 13 of 14 Night Tryst

And then, he slowly pushes the tip if his index finger in and I gasp at the sudden intrusion. It stings at first, and when I stop riding and grab ahold of his shoulders Logan takes over, thrusting up inside me slowly. “Do you want me to stop?” I shake my head, and he smiles. “Deeper?”

“Yes.”

Little by little Logan pushes his finger deeper until he is just past his second knuckle. Though to me it felt like his entire fist was up there. It’s an intense feeling. It takes a minute for the pain to subside, but once the initial shock passes it feels new, but inexplicably good—especially with the way his cock and finger are moving rhythmically inside me, driving closer and closer to the edge of release. “Oh God, yes, yes.”

“Now sweetheart,” Logan rasps, pushing his finger deeper. It’s incredible what the human body can do, I’m so overwhelmed with pleasure that I don’t know what sensation to focus on. My body is aflame, my limbs shaking as I soar toward my release.

“I’m coming,” I whimper, rocking against him faster, chasing down my orgasm. “Oh Logan, fuck, I’m coming.”

“Oh, I know you are, I can feel you choking my dick.” Logan growls, biting and sucking on my neck. “Give it to me, you filthy slut, milk Daddy’s cock for every drop.”

Hearing those words, I lose it, I freefall straight into that euphoric abyss. My body shakes and convulses with every wave of my orgasm that crashes over me. Logan and I chant each other’s names until that very last spasm vanishes leaving us basking in that post orgasmic bliss. “Holy shit.” I pant, pressing my lips to his sweaty temple and he affectionately peppers kisses on my shoulder whilst our bodies calm.

I’m exhausted. I honestly don’t have a speck of energy to even blink. Though, I have no complaints about my current position. I’ll happily stay entwined with him like this forever. Logan pulls his head back and I open my eyes to find him watching me. Our eyes meet and I’m locked in his gaze. He’s looking at me with such affection I feel an inexplicable ache travel across my chest right through to my gut.

What the hell is that?

* * *

After our fourth sex session,Logan and I passed out for a couple of hours. We’re woken up to an announcement by the pilot informing us that we’ll be arriving at Istanbul in less than an hour. I can hear the pilot speaking, but my eyes refuse to open. I’m comfortable, cocooned in his strong arms. Logan is spooning me from behind, one arm thrown over me, keeping me against him as though he was afraid he’ll wake up and find me gone.

God, the last time my body ached like this was after that first night we spent together—at least this time around I’ve not lost my voice. I hear Logan groan in displeasure from behind me and a moment later his soft lips are feathering soft kisses on my bare shoulder.

“Savi, we need to get up. We’ll be landing soon,” he mumbles, making no move to get up himself, instead he continues to nuzzle my neck, his hand wandering over my naked body under the duvet.

“Mm, but I’m not done sleeping. It’s your plane, can’t you ask the pilot to loop around once or twice.” I lament and hear Logan’s low chuckle in my ear.

“I’m afraid not, sweetheart. The plane might be mine, but I have absolutely no control over air traffic.”

“Oh, that’s a bummer.” Logan grins, shifting to his knees, donning a ravenous look in his eyes when I roll onto my back and stretch with a mellifluous moan. “What’s that look for?”

Logan says nothing as he crawls over me, pushing my legs apart with his knee. “Daddy’s hungry,” he rasps, swirling his tongue around my nipple before he sucks it. I gasp and before my brain could react my body on its own accord arches up into his mouth, greedily requesting more.

“Don’t we have to…” Logan’s mouth descends on mine, silencing me with a commanding kiss.

“You’re not leaving this bed until I’m bathed in your cum.” He asserts with a devilish smile as he lifts my legs up onto his shoulders. Those large hands skim over my thighs, stopping to squeeze my hips. Exhilaration coils deep in my stomach, intensifying as he inches closer to my sex. I observe him, our eyes locking on each other. There’s something so powerful about seeing an assertive man between your legs. A man whose pleasure purely derives from worshipping and satisfying you first.

Logan keeps his gaze fixed on mine as he lazily licks through my folds. I recognize that roguish look, it’s one full of promise that he’s about to wreak absolute mayhem on my body and I’m welcoming it. The tremors from his moan of appreciation travel though me making my body quake. “Uhhhh Logan,” I moan, rocking my hips, when he circles his tongue around my clit and sucks as he slowly feeds two fingers into my pussy.

With every simultaneous brush of his tongue on my engorged clit and thrust of his fingers my cries of pleasure grow louder.

Logan’s fingers move faster, and he increases the pressure on my g-spot. “Fuck, you hear that?” he groans, pulling back to watch his fingers disappear inside me. That distinct swishing sound feels like it echoes in the room. “How wet you are for me? That, Wildfire is the sound of a perfect pussy.”

“Oh, Jesus, Logan, yes, yes right there!” The pressure budding in my groin intensifies rapidly and I get the overwhelming sensation like I’m about to wet myself. “Ohh, I’m coming!” I cry out, fisting the covers. Logan flicks his tongue over my clit and gives me one hard suck impelling me over the edge. My body tenses for a moment, my breath hitching as I push through that overly intense feeling that almost has me begging him to stop. “Oh my god, oh my god, yes, yes ahhh!”

“That’s my good fucking girl, spray me, soak me in your tasty cum.” My head falls back and I cry out his name as I climax, an endless gush of warm liquid streams out of my pussy, soaking Logan’s face who moans gruffly and drinks up as much as he can. “Fucking Christ, look at that.” He groans, licking his lips ravenously as he pulls his fingers out and caresses my pussy. My legs shake and the muscles in my stomach jolt every time his fingers brush over my sensitive clit. I peel my eyes to look up at Logan when he crawls up over me with his handsome face dripping with my excretion. Honestly, I’ve never seen anything sexier.

“You are something else,” he murmurs with a wayward smile. I curl my fingers at his nape and pull his face to mine.

“Give me a taste.” I pant, slanting my lips over his. Logan parts his lips and kisses me slow and deep, giving me a secondhand taste of myself. “Mm, you taste better.” I breathe between kisses and wrap my fingers around his cock and give him a slow stroke.

Logan groans, rocking his hips into my hand. “Fuck, Wildfire stop, we really don’t have time. I’ll fuck you tirelessly, but we need to get cleaned up and ready for landing.”

I smile against his lips when he continues to pump his cock into my hand. “Stop fucking my hand then.” Logan bites his lip and presses his forehead to mine.

“Let go and I will.” I pin him with a look of defiance and tighten my grip around his member and his grey eyes darken in warning. “You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” I shake my head, and part my lips when he leans in close, his soft lips a hair away from mine. “They get punished,” he whispers against my lips and then draws away taking his warmth and taste with him. “And denied.”

Jeeezus.

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