Page 39 of 14 Night Tryst

I’m infatuated with this man.

Grinning up at him impishly I gather up the specks of cum on my face using my finger and suck it off while he watches me with hooded eyes and his muscular chest rising and falling as recovers from his orgasm. “You’ve made a real mess of me, Mr. Peirce.”

“Now I get the pleasure of helping you clean up,” he answers jovially and crawls up over me stopping to lick up the remainder of his seed that he sprayed across my breasts. Smiling, I part my lips for him and suck his tongue when he dips it into my mouth.

Damn, if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. A man that isn’t repulsed by or afraid to taste his own secretions is not only erotic as fuck, but also incredibly notable in my opinion.

Another check mark in the pros column for Logan Peirce.

“I thinkI want to get a tattoo.”

Logan’s eyes flutter open, and he looks at me curiously.

“You do?” I nod, tracing lazy circles over the tribal tattoos on his chest with my index finger while we lay in bed together. “What are you thinking of getting?”

“A quote down the length of my spine.” Logan smiles lazily and skims his fingers down my spine. “Sky above me, earth beneath me, fire within me. What do you think?”

“Why does my opinion matter?” Logan question, combing his fingers through my hair, his eyes searching mine. “It’s your body sweetheart, you don’t need anyone’s approval.”

That’s the answer I was hoping to hear from him. When I brought it up with Trent a couple of months back, he told me that tattoos are unattractive. ‘You’re paying to have someone scar your body for life. You don’t taint something that’s already beautiful, Sav and your body is beautiful as it is babe.’

“I know, but I think I’m a little nervous, it’s very permanent you know. I’ve been debating getting one for a while now but what if I regret it?” Logan’s brows knit and he rolls us over so we’re laying on our sides facing each other.

“If you truly want my opinion, I personally think it will look sexy as hell.”

“Will you come with me?” I request demurely and Logan nods flashing me a sexy smile as he draws me closer, winding our legs like a pretzel. “I’m not a big fan of needles.”

“Of course I will, Wildfire,” he murmurs, dragging his nose lightly down the length of mine. “Maybe I’ll get one too.”

“Really?” I ask surprised and he nods again, brushing his lips over mine. “What are you thinking to have done?”

“I have an idea of what I want, but you’ll have to wait to see it.”

I pout, “Meanie.”

Logan laughs and rolls on top of me, pinning me under his glorious body. “Patience is bitter, but it’s fruit is sweet, Wildfire,” he drawls before his mouth sweeps down and captures mine, drawing me into a slow yet deep kiss that has my toes curling with absolute bliss.

I can’t get over how good this man kisses. His lips are impossibly soft, almost silken as they expertly coax mine apart and our tongues languidly brush over one another with kittenish licks that draws a breathy moan of satisfaction from me. My fingers wind through the soft tresses of his tousled hair, drawing his mouth closer so he can kiss me deeper and my God does he. We breathe each other in. Logan’s hand floats down my side and lifts my leg up to rest on his hip while he presses his erection at my entrance. Panting he draws back from the kiss, momentarily leaving me in a stupor and stares down into my eyes when I look up at him.

Warmth blossoms in my chest and butterflies dance in my belly. I trail my fingertips that are entwined in his hair down the side of his handsome face. Logan’s eyes close at my touch and he sighs. I don’t know what made me say it, but in that moment with him, I couldn’t hold back. “Make love to me, Logan.” I whisper and he looks down at me, his silver gaze goes melting soft and glows with such affection it steals every drop of breath from my lungs. For a fleeting moment it feels as though there is no barrier between us, we’re both defenseless, fallen captive to our emotions.

Even if it’s only for the next hour or ten minutes even, I crave to know how it feels to be loved by Logan Peirce, to wholly belong to him and him alone. Our eyes remain interlocked while he pushes himself inside me, inch by inch filling me until he’s fully immersed and I’m gripping him as tightly inside as my arms are on the outside.

Logan’s mouth lowers to mine, kissing me tenderly as he starts to move his hips, thrusting into me with long lazy strokes, each one sending a mass of tremors mounting through me. Our bodies melting into each other, my legs envelope him, drawing him deeper, zealously welcoming his deliberate thrusts with a rock of my own hips until we fall into rhythm and are perfectly in sync.

We didn’t speak a word, the only sounds that reverberate around his bedroom is our moans, panting one another names and the bed squeaking beneath us with every drive of Logan’s hips as he pushes me closer to orgasm.

My hands travel down his broad and muscular back, my fingers explore the curve of his spine that leads to that sensationally taut ass. I want to make him feel good, better than anyone has ever made him feel before me. I feel Logan visibly quake on top of me and a deep throaty groan of pleasure emits from those sinful lips of his when I drag my fingers over the entrance of his ass, circling the rim like he did mine earlier. I hesitate for a split second until I feel his cock grow harder inside me and he spreads his legs wider. “Is this okay?” I ask, not wanting to push any boundaries. Logan presses his forehead to mine, biting down on his lip, he nods. I push the tip of my middle finger inside gently and he sucks in a deep breath and stills for a second.

“Fuck,” he rasps and buries his face into the crook of my neck as he starts thrusting again. The muscle of his rectum grips my finger tight as I push in a little deeper until I find his prostate gland. Logan moans in a manner I’ve never heard from him before when I start to massage his p-spot in a gentle come-hither motion, and he pushes himself deep inside me and stills when I start to contract around him.

“How does that feel?”

“So, fucking good.Christ Savi.”

The blood pounding in my veins, the feel of our hearts thrashing against each other’s chest as we reach the apex of our climax together has me shaking beneath him. “Look at me, Logan.” I pant when he presses his forehead to mine with his eyes closed. “Come with me,” I plead breathily, feathering kisses on his lips as I speak, nibbling, sucking, swallowing his groans of pleasure as I penetrate him tenderly, and he grinds his cock into me a little harder. “I want to watch you unravel.”

“Fuck Savannah, what are you doing to me, baby.” Logan groans, keeping his gaze on mine. Those fiery grey eyes pierce into mine while we go over together. Taking the plunge deep into the pit of ecstasy. Feeling him swell inside me and shuddering in my arms, combined with his muscles squeezing my finger which are contracting with every powerful wave of his orgasm sets mine off. My pussy flutters around his cock, milking every drop of cum from that magnificent cock of his.

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