Page 73 of His Good Girl
Leading her back into the bedroom, I pause to dry her body and then mine before I turn to face her with a serious expression. “With your permission, I want to erase John from your body permanently.”
Her eyes widen. “How do you mean?”
Moving in closer to her, I cup her face gently. “I want to kiss and caress every inch of you, so when you think about your body, you only think of me. Do you want me to do that, angel?”
Her lips part with a soft pant. “Yes.”
“Good girl. I’m so proud of the way you’ve handled tonight, Serena. I know I was an ass, but I was so scared for you, so angry that I wasn’t there to protect you. But you were so brave and so courageous. You survived, and you didn’t break down. You saw what I did, and you didn’t scream or cry, and you weren’t afraid of me. You aren’t afraid of me, are you, Serena?”
She shakes her head vehemently. “No, not at all. You saved me. Again.”
“That is what I do, angel. I’m your savior. No one will ever hurt you again.”
She nods but lowers her eyes.
“You have questions.”
“Yes, but they can wait as long as you are okay?” She touches my chest with her cool fingers, thrilling me with that tiny bit of contact.
“Don’t ever worry about me, Serena. That isn’t your job. I can take care of myself, and now it is my absolute honor to have the role of taking care of you.”
Her shoulders sag under the weight of whatever haunts her. “I want that. I’m tired, Logan. I’m really tired of fighting these demons by myself.”
“You don’t have to, angel…” I trail off and narrow my eyes, turning her slowly around so I can see the tattoo etched into her skin. I understand everything now. “You have been crying out for help for years, and no one answered your call. I’m here now, baby girl. I’ve got you.”
“Logan,” she sobs and turns around to fling her arms around me, needing me to comfort her, to hold her, and keep her safe. It’s a role Ineverimagined being in. A protector. A savior. I was the one who needed saving until I met her. Now, all I want to do is keep her safe from the world. Crushing her in my strong embrace, soothing her, letting her cry out her fears and pain, I eventually pick her up and cradle her, walking to the bed to lay her down.
“Are you ready for this, baby girl?” I can’t call her ‘angel’ anymore. It isn’t right. She isn’t the angel. She is seeking one. Or was, rather.
“Yes, I want this. I want you, Logan. My soul weeps without you. I need you to bleed into me like you said you would. Take over half of my being, for I am nothing without you.”
“Fuck, Serena. You’re hurting so badly. I want to take all that pain away.”
“You will. Kiss me and become part of me.”
Unable to resist the smirk, she narrows her eyes and then giggles after the serious moment. “Yes, I’ve noticed you don’t kiss.”
“I do now,” I murmur and cover her body with mine, pressing my lips to hers gently until she opens up, and I savagely devour her mouth with mine in a bruising kiss that she squirms to get closer to. Wrapping her legs around me, she claws at my back, raking her fingernails over my skin, marking me as hers. It’s not enough. I want more. I need more. Twisting my tongue around hers, I trail my hand over the swell of her breasts.
Kissing down her neck and chest, my lips lightly brushing against her skin, I move my body down, planting soft kisses on her hips and stomach.
Taking my time, exploring her with my hands, teasing and pleasing her in all the right ways, her body trembles in anticipation, her breathing growing ever more intense. Sucking her ripe nipples elicits a feral groan from my throat, so raw and so real it nearly overwhelms me.
“Is this okay?” I rasp, needing her reassurance that she isn’t thinking about John but about the pleasure I’m giving her.
“Perfect,” she purrs, fisting her hand lightly into my hair. “Keep going.”
I trail my way down the length of her body, my hands roaming her skin in anticipation. I move lower, settling between her legs.
Nipping at her thighs, she gasps in pleasure. My hands slide up her legs, my fingers teasing her inner core. Trailing my tongue along her soft skin, I can feel her growing more and more aroused. Pausing at the apex of her thighs, I smile when she arches her back, eager for me to continue.
I lick my way up to her clit, and she cries in pleasure. Circling my tongue around the engorged nub, licking her hungrily, she moans louder and writhes on the cool silk sheets as I continue to tongue fuck her relentlessly. She trembles, her orgasm building as I work my magic on her pussy.
Suddenly, she screams as her orgasm breaks over her, my tongue tasting her sweet nectar as she floods my mouth with her juices. I savor the taste of her pleasure as she shudders against my mouth.
Rising slowly from between her legs, I cover her body with mine again, closing my eyes when she cups my face and runs her thumb over my damp lips. When I open them again, her eyes burn with desire. She cups the back of my neck and pulls me to her, her lips eagerly meeting mine, tasting herself on my lips in a hungry kiss.
Unable to hold out any longer, I position myself at her entrance, sliding in, inch by inch, until I'm fully embedded within her. Settling for a minute before I begin to thrust, I move slowly, savoring every second of it, my body rocking in perfect rhythm with hers. I kiss her deeply as I drive myself deep inside her. We move together, our bodies in perfect synchronicity. Her body trembles beneath me, her moans growing ever louder. Her body tightens around me, pleasure washing through her in waves. I drive myself deeper and deeper until we both reach our pleasure peak. She cries as her climax hits her full on, her pussy clutching my cock possessively as I thrust one last time, spurting out my hot cum, filling her pussy until I collapse onto her, both of us spent and sated.
