Page 29 of The Captain's Curfew
“Making sure you’re ready for me.”
“Oh, trust me.I’m more than ready.”
It’s almost embarrassing how turned on and soaked I am for this man.He doesn’t take me at my word, though.
Logan grips my thighs, tugging them wider apart and giving me one last heated look before he buries his face in my core.
“Fuck!”I shout, my hips bouncing off the couch cushions as I arch up.“Logan!”
He hums, his tongue licking up and down my folds.He finds my clit, and circles my sensitive pearl.
He’s driving me wild, and he’s barely even touched me.
“Logan!”I cry as my orgasm brews inside me.
The pressure starts behind my belly button and grows until I can’t think or focus on anything but coming.I rock my hips against his face, and he moans in approval.When I look down my body and see him staring up at me, that’s what does it.
I scream his name as I come, riding his face until every last ounce of my orgasm has been wrung out of me.
“Whoa,” I gasp.
Logan licks his lips as he prowls back up my body.
We lock eyes as his cock nudges my dripping opening, and I suck in a sharp breath as he starts to push into me.
“So perfect,” he murmurs.
He looks like he’s in a daze, and I wonder if he’s even aware that he said that out loud.I want to ask him, but before I can, he thrusts forward, popping my cherry, and I gasp, all thoughts leaving my head.
All I can focus on is how full I feel.There’s a pinch of pain, and I squirm beneath him, trying to get used to him filling me.
“You’re too big,” I complain.
He growls, closing his eyes like he’s in pain.“Stop.Moving,” he grits out.
I take a deep breath and study his face.He takes a moment before he opens his eyes, grabs my hips, and starts to move.
His movements are slow at first, letting us get used to being together.It doesn’t take long before we’re moving together in perfect sync, racing toward our bliss.
His hand tangles in my hair, and he jerks my head up until our eyes meet.His are so dark, so filled with heat that I’m worried it will burn me alive.
I wonder what my eyes look like.
His other hand drops to my tit, and he molds the soft flesh in his palm.His fingers find my nipple, and he pinches it.
That’s what sends me over the edge.
I scream his name as I fly into oblivion, and he groans mine from between gritted teeth as he follows after me.
I cling to him and close my eyes as I catch my breath.It takes me a moment to take stock of things.
I can’t believe that just happened.I had sex with Logan Carter.
We’re tangled on the couch, our limbs intertwined beneath the soft throw blanket that wasn’t made for two adults to share post-coitus.
His hand rests low on my back.My head is on his chest.We’re quiet, our breathing finally steady.
"So," I whisper.
