Page 17 of Rhythm Of Redemption

Caught in a whirlwind of reckless abandon, she surrendered to an overwhelming urge to kiss him. The moment her lips brushed his, an inferno of longing engulfed her, spreading like wildfire through her veins.

Lou’s breath hitched. Her pulse quickened. Her thoughts descended into delightful chaos, scattered like autumn leaves on a windy day.

What was she doing? She knew it was wrong. He was wrong. But she couldn’t stop herself. His words, like a warm, velvety embrace, had stirred a desire deep within her core, something she couldn’t control. Even if she wanted to.

He pursued her mouth hungrily, erasing everything else from her mind. A tempestuous sea of emotions surged within her, a swirling vortex of hunger forcing her willingly into the unknown.

“You don’t have to go, do you?” The words slipped from her lips like a gentle plea.

He tenderly touched his forehead to hers. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

She rose unsteadily to her feet; her faltering steps mirroring the tremor in her heart as she held out her hand in silent invitation.

Every step of the stairway carried Lou closer to her desire, her feet infused with the power to outrun the shadows of doubt that threatened to cast a pall over her resolve. The fire of longing burned bright within her, propelling her forward with an unyielding determination. With a single, decisive push, the bedroom door swung open, and the unassuming decor and mismatched linens faded into mere whispers of insignificance. Their lips collided in a cosmic explosion, awakening every dormant sensation within her. Clinging to him, their bodies locked in seamless fusion, they traversed the path towards the bed, propelled by the rhythmic dance of their desire.

“Wait,” she exhaled, her voice a breathy entreaty. The idea of Dani or one of her friends walking in on them filled her with horror. “Lock the door,” she urged, her eyes darting towards the doorway with a flicker of apprehension. With trembling fingers, she hastily undid the buttons of her shirt, a symbolic act of shedding her inhibitions, and with a flick of her wrist, she cast it aside. Maybe it was selfish—she removed her shirt and tossed it to the floor—but right now, she was putting herself first. Not her ex or her daughter or the business. She was going after what she wanted, and to hell with the consequences.

A moment of hesitation lingered as her fingers grazed the button of her trousers. With deliberate slowness, she unfastened the closure. As the trousers slipped from her fingers, they cascaded to the floor, and with a playful flick of her foot, she sent them somersaulting through the air in a jubilant tribute to her newfound freedom.

The weight of his gaze bore into her, igniting a fire within her being. His hunger for her, palpable in every glance, filled her with a surge of exhilaration and unfamiliar self-assurance she’d never felt before.

“Now it's your turn,” she commanded, the tremor of uncertainty hidden beneath her words. Hoping to exude confidence she didn't entirely possess; she held his gaze steady. “Take them off,” she urged, her voice hanging in the air.

“What?” His disbelief was etched on his face. He stared at her as she firmly swatted away his reaching hand. “I can't touch you?”

“Take them off,” she repeated, her tone unwavering and resolute, brooking no argument. So, what if she made a complete fool of herself? It wasn’t like she was going to run into him at the school gate or the supermarket, was it? Tonight, she was just going to take what she wanted, and to hell with the consequences.

Discarding his shoes, he peeled off his shirt to reveal a well-toned chest finely dusted with a smattering of salt and pepper hair. He unfastened the button on his trousers, allowing them to glide over his hips with tantalising slowness. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the bulge straining against his boxers. “Those too,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire. Sliding his boxers down his thighs, their gaze remained locked, the intensity between them fizzing like an uncorked bottle about to be popped. A delicious shiver ran down her spine at the sight of his exposed length. “Now, onto the bed,” she instructed, her voice thick with anticipation.

His length stood upright, resolute and unyielding like a soldier ready for action. “On your back.”

“But-”

“I said, on your back.” Logan complied, sinking onto the mattress. “Now, close your eyes.”

The chemistry between them crackled in the air, igniting an invisible spark that set her body ablaze with longing. Every response, from the hitch in his breath to the subtle rise and fall of his chest, served as a silent affirmation of their shared intensity, infusing her with a heady mix of passion and need.

A guttural groan escaped his lips when she wrapped her lips around him, her mouth gliding smoothly along his length, from tip to shaft in slow, measured strokes. With every brush of her hand, his body shuddered in response, exposing the profound depth of his sensitivity to her touch. The contact of her hand as she cupped him caused his body to quiver, her fingers working their magic on his sac, while her tongue painted a trail of desire along his length.

Condom. She froze. Oh my god, condom. Caught up in the heat of the moment, protection had been the last thing on her mind. What now? Was her date with desire about to end with a whimper, rather than the explosive climax she ached for? Pregnancy wasn’t her only worry. Logan was a hot, single guy with pots of money. He probably had a different woman every night. Crap!

“Is everything okay?” he croaked, dazed and confused as he pushed himself up on his elbows.

“Ummm …” Just spit it out already! What’s the big deal? Weren't you sucking on the guy’s dick like ten seconds ago?

Leaning over the edge of the bed, Logan retrieved his trousers from the floor and extracted a discreet silver packet. She didn’t know whether to feel elated by his find or embarrassed by the implied routine, but she was past the point of no return and if she didn’t get some kind of release soon, she was going to freakin' explode.

She seized the foil packet from his grasp, tearing it open with her teeth. Removing the condom from its wrapper, she carefully unrolled it along his rigid length.

With a single fluid motion, he effortlessly flipped her onto her back, positioning himself between her parted thighs. Every fibre of her being pulsed with an insatiable hunger, an all-consuming yearning that ignited her core. Every breath she took was laced with greedy longing, propelling her forward in pursuit of the release she so desperately craved. “I want you to fuck me.”

“All in good time,” he rasped, his teeth nipping lazily at her bud.

“No.” She cupped his face in her hands and tilted it to look at her. The desire reflected in his eyes echoed the raw intensity consuming her. “I want you to fuck me, right now.”

Her body arched with delight as Logan entered her, the exquisite sensation of him filling her depths sending ripples of ecstasy through her core. She clung to him, unable to think as the intensity grew. The friction between them electric and primal as he pounded into her, each forceful stroke kindling an insatiable hunger. Their bodies moved in a carnal symphony, a dance of raw desire and unleashed passion. Moans of satisfaction spilled from her lips, blending with the erotic sound of their collision in a melody fuelled by unbridled lust. Logan's grip tightened around her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. They surrendered to the primal frenzy, losing themselves in a haze of unquenchable need and sinful delight.

Each thrust brought Lou closer and closer to euphoria—his movements becoming more urgent and insistent. Lou trembled with anticipation, breathless with longing as her orgasm slowly built, coiling in anticipation deep within her core as Logan continued to thrust harder and faster into her depths.

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