Ava tried not to think about Logan naked. But the physical contact with all those flexing muscles and the present fullness in his jeans had her licking her lips. Logan, his usual attentive self, lifted her face up to meet his and took her mouth. As his tongue glided over her bottom lip, she opened to his invasion giving him full access to take as he pleased. Her skin was hot and stretched tight. She instinctively ground her hips into him, wanting more. When he pulled back she mourned the loss.
If kissing were a measure of things to come, sex with Logan would be recorded as an orgasm of atomic proportion. She barely had control of herself without them having sex. Images of her riding him untamed with the skill of a seasoned bareback cowgirl had her drenched in sweat and shaking with need on the nights she spent without him. She buried her face in the angle of his neck at the memory.
“Are my kisses shameful?” She flicked her eyes in his direction to find him watching her intently. Heat infused her face. His voice was a hot water spring seeping into all the dry, neglected places in her life.
“No,” she offered in a husky voice she barely recognized. He sat up then, positioning her higher on his chest. They were face to face now, her hands pressed against his shoulders.
“Ava, are you really with me?” Logan and his world tilting questions were forever a stumbling block for her. How to answer his question had her head swimming. She gave what she could, without losing herself. Something that was harder to maintain with each passing day. Could she truthfully reply yes knowing she kept apart of herself hidden?
“I’m with you as much as I know how to be.” That much was true. Cautiously she searched his face, not sure what she would find there. What she saw reflected on his handsome features unleashed a sudden heated rush under her skin. Acceptance, desire, and something deeper than both combined. And that something more had her turning inside out.
Logan cupped her face with both hands and gave Ava a long, lingering kiss. This kiss felt different. Unlocking the door to an experience they hadn’t shared before tonight. Wanting him closer, Ava dug her nails in his shoulders, and returned the kiss with a fervor that matched his own. The threads of doubt and insecurity loosened their hold. And she took every ounce of what he promised with that kiss because she wanted him more than anything. Logan released the kiss and she waited. Eyes shrouded in passion, she watched as he placed large hands over her breasts. Eager for more contact, Ava pressed her now aching mounds into his warm palms. She didn’t move when he released the first three buttons on her blouse and unfastened her bra. Pure male appreciation shone in his eyes at the sight of her bare breasts. Ava moaned when the heat of hands soaked into her skin. His caress was liquid heat, raising her temperature to a fever pitch that left her craving for more.
“Tell me to stop Ava. Anything less, I will have all of you before the sun rises tomorrow.” His voice a deep rumble. Filled with the same hunger stirring in her. Why did he have to talk now? She wanted to feel, not think.
That little reserve of doubt and insecurity started to expand. Her body cooled. She felt the tautness in her muscles. What if she couldn’t satisfy him? Pulling back a fraction, she let her head fall forward. As if reading her mind, Logan spoke the words that broke through her doubts.
“You don’t have to do anything. I’m in charge.” She tilted her head back to meet his eyes. She didn’t see a demanding male, she saw his sincerity and care, and immediately her body reignited.
He would satisfy both of them. Would he take responsibility for their pleasure? Not blame her if he was left wanting. Could sex be this simple between them? She reached up, ran her fingers through his ruddy colored locks, more for herself than him. He groaned at the contact.
“Don’t stop.” She had said the words out loud. For them and where tonight would lead. His chest expanded as he took a deep breath. The smoldering look in his eyes said she was about to get the answers to her questions.
Don’t stop. Two of the sweetest words in the English language Ava had spoken to him. He wanted her to enjoy what he did, but he could feel the tension in her body. He needed her relaxed. Let him introduce her to a world of new pleasures. Stroking the length of her arm, he caressed her back, sweeping lower to cup her bottom until she began to soften in his arms. Logan watched the play of emotion flicker across her face. Nervous, but desire lit her eyes, the rising color of her skin outweighed the anxiety about the next step they were taking.
“Taste,” he said pulling her down to press their lips together. Savoring her exquisite blend of vanilla and honey. She was the only thing that existed in his world. Kissing her and feeling her warm body atop his was more than a want. It was a basic need. Breaking their kiss he bent his head and took her breast into his mouth, lavishing them with attention in equal measure. Feeling a tug at his belt buckle he reluctantly released his bounty. Their first time together would be in his bed, not on the couch. He heard her whimper and his erection pulsed in response.
“Logan?” Confusion at why he’d stopped in her voice. Lips swollen and wet from his kisses, breasts taut and full, she looked beautiful.
“Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere without you. Our first time making love will in the bed we will share from this night forward.” He sat up with Ava still pressed against him from chest to hip. He swung both feet onto the carpeted floor.
“Wrap your legs around me.” With a sure hold around his neck, she followed his instruction. Gripping her bottom in his hands, he lifted Ava higher and stood to his feet. He took purposeful steps, moving them up the stairs to his bedroom, breathing fast in eager anticipation of claiming Ava as his own.
Logan’s bed was spacious enough for six people. The room bathed in moonlight, was classically rugged, with warm shades and squared patterns. No rounded edges in sight, all clean, sharp angles so indicative of the man. The hardwood floor was bare, except for a gingham rug near the bed that complemented the luxurious bed covers. The tufted leather headboard reached a quarter of the way to the ceiling. Metal artwork hung on the wall overlooking the bed draped in an alternating pattern of warm and neutral shades. A fireplace surrounded by a media console and built-in bookcases occupied one wall. The only window in the room would rival a department store display, and overlooked the side yard leading to the detached garage. Her mouth felt dry at the thought of what was about to happen between them.
“I’m not on birth control.” At her statement Logan looked momentarily stunned. “I haven’t had a reason to,” she stumbled on.
“I’ll protect you.” He crossed the room to the bed carrying as if she weighed nothing at all. Ava released the hold around his neck when he lowered her to the bed.
“You look beautiful in my bed.” She gave him a shaky smile as she continued to scan the room. This man was changing her. No, she changed for him. The thought came to her unbidden. She was going to have sex with Logan. “Undress for me Ava. Let me see.”
His voice was a low, sexy grumble. She felt her body quicken as it flushed with heat all over again. She hesitated. What was his expectation? Should she take everything off fast or slow? Did he want her to lie back or stand up? Her head started to pound.
“Logan, I don’t want to mess everything up. I don’t know what you want and … ” He cut her off mid-sentence. He bent his long muscled frame to her and trailed a single thumb down her cheek. Gently, he kissed her lips, before looking into her eyes.
“What I want is to be with you. Your scent, your hands, your mouth, I want them on me.” He laved wet kisses the length of her exposed neck as he spoke. “I want to love you. I want to wake up to you in my arms. We can go as slow as you need. I won’t rush what’s happening between us.” She released a breath of relief. Logan stood tall now, looking down at her.
“Take off your blouse and your bra, then lie back on the bed.” She did as she was told. The room air was cool against her skin.
Turning her head to the side, she looked up expectantly and her breath caught as Logan dropped to his knees. His face n
ow even with her parted legs. She felt as he slid his hands up her inner thigh under her skirt.
She held her breath, when thick fingers gripped her thong and pressed into her hips, before retracing their original path. Burning with need, she trembled, when wide shoulders filled the space between her spread thighs. Pulling air back into her lungs, heart drumming in her chest, Ava felt primal pleasure wash over her when a warm breath touched her moist folds. Then delicious suction had her digging her nails in the bed covers for purchase as his mouth drove her past the shore of unknown passion into the cresting waves of ecstasy.
“What are you doing to me?” She barely got the words out before another onslaught of unrestrained pleasure assailed her body. Bolts of sexual energy shot through her, and her legs began to quake. Her body bowed off the bed and she screamed Logan’s name as she scattered into a million pieces as passion so raw and deep exploded in her center. Each particle imprinted with Logan’s name.
Ava screamed his name with her orgasm and he nearly came undone. Logan stood, discarded his clothing, and retrieved the condoms from the bedside stand. Sheathing himself, he dropped the foil roll of discs onto the bed by Ava’s right hip. He stood between her legs, watching as she glowed with sexual satisfaction from the release he’d given her. Hair loose, wild curls framing her face.
“You are gorgeous when you cum for me.” Her orgasm was explosive.
“Seeing you naked makes me want to do it again.” Her skirt had ridden up to her waist.
“Lift up, sweetheart. I’m going to give you what you want.” Eyes open, still drawing in short breaths, she repositioned herself higher on the mattress, raising her hips. He made quick work of removing her last article of clothing before climbing on the bed with her. He spread her legs farther apart and positioned himself at her entrance. “That was the most powerful orgasm I have ever witnessed. You are so responsive I almost came with you. Has it been awhile since your last time?”
“No,” she responded still trying to breathe. “I have never had that happen before.”
“You mean the force of the orgasm,” Logan flashed what he knew was a slow, cocky smile.
“That’s not what I meant. I’ve never had an orgasm,” Ava said into the air, still chasing her breathe.
His hands stilled on her thighs, he shifted back onto his knees trying to see her expression in the shadows of the room.
“Ava. Tell me you have done what we are about to do before tonight.” He wasn’t in the business of deflowering virgins, but he knew he wasn’t capable of walking away from her at this point.
“I have been with a man, but I have never had sex. I mean I’ve never experienced an orgasm. Is it always this awesome with sex? I never came with Mar....” He interrupted her next word, firmness in his tone.
“Don’t say another man’s name while you’re in bed with me. I don’t want to hear ‘Oh my Todd’ either. To answer your question, no, it’s not this way for most couples. It will be for us.”
Ava rose onto her elbows, studying him. When her eyes landed on the condom roll near her right hip they widened in what looked to be disbelief. She moved her arm to reach for them.
“Stay where I put you Ava.”
“That’s a lot of condoms. Should I be concerned that you keep a stock?”
“I am not a player, too possessive of what I consider to be mine. I bought them the night of our first dance.”
“That confident in your abilities to woo me?”
“Confidence has its merit. I find unrelenting determination more beneficial. No more talk.” He bent forward to claim her mouth, rubbing against her body, exploring her curves. He captured her very sweet sigh and responded with a growl of his own.
Positioned over her, he pressed his erection against her womanhood and she made a throaty sound that had him straining not to drive into her and bury himself to the hilt.
He pushed forward and she tensed. He repositioned himself and started slowly moving into her, her body resisted his invasion.
“Sweetheart, relax and open for me.”
“I’m trying,” she said in a small voice.
He started with a light kiss on her lips, then her neck and up to her eyelids.
He felt her body relax. He angled to enter her, he looked down, sought her face wanting to see her passion as he claimed her. When he looked down at her face, he didn’t see shared passion. Ava’s eyelids were squeezed tight. Tension lines bracketed her mouth.
He leaned forward and cupped her face in both hands. Her eyes opened then and he recognized the emotion reflected in their chocolate depth. It was shame.
Ava looked away from him. “I’m so sorry.” She wiggled underneath him, in an attempt to push her slender frame backward on the bed.
“Sorry for what? Where are you going?” He grabbed her hip and pulled her moist center flush with his lengthening erection.
“I think it would be best if I went home.”
He rolled on his back so quickly pulling her with him she looked disoriented straddling his body. He had released her hip, wrapped an arm around her waist, dropped one elbow to the mattress and pulled her on top.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he said with both hands at her waist now. “We are not done. We’ll go slowly. I don’t care if it takes until Monday.”
“It’s Friday night, Logan.”
“Duly noted, neither of us is leaving this bed, until you are mine. Would you be more relaxed if you were in control?”
“You’d let me do that?”
“You can do anything you want with my body. Ride me Ava, you set the pace. Just put your hands on me.” He relinquished control to her, something that should’ve had him running for the high ground. But, this was Ava. The one woman made for him.
Her light touches down his chest and abdomen drove him crazy. He kept his hands pinned behind his head, afraid that if he touched her she would stop her exploration. “That’s it sweetheart. Touch me. I’m all yours.” His hardness pulsed between them with each heated caress and he moved closer to the edge of his control. He’d never let her go after tonight.
His response to her touch spurred Ava to continue her methodical exploration of his body. She felt the power of his muscled body underneath her, knew he could hurt her, and she would be defenseless against him. As she caressed the bronzed skin of his torso, she saw that he fought his need to touch her. Honoring his word to go as slow as she needed. She leaned over his sculpted abs and lowered her body, pressing her breast to the heated skin of his chest.
“Your body is magnificent, Logan.” The delicious contact had her nipples tingling and she sucked in a breath to his corresponding groan. Comfortable now, she rocked her hips against his erection, letting him feel her feminine heat.
“Easy sweetheart, when I come I want to be deep inside of you.”
At that, she raised her hips and positioned him at her center. He had barely entered her and already she felt the stretch, the impossibly tight fit. He was too large.
“How long?” She knew what he was asking.
“Six years,” she said in a strained voice.
“Hold onto me,” he said. Strong arms curled around her bottom. She looked at him, those gorgeous emerald eyes that she could swim in. As soon as she placed her hands on his shoulders he surged up into her snug channel. Her eyes flew open and she screamed at the delicious burn of being stretched by him. She steadied herself by digging her nails into his shoulders as he rocked into her. He pushed deeper and her body sparked, caught fire, and pure sexual flames consumed her.
“Logan,” she moaned his name. Reveling in the perfection of feeling his body connected to hers.
“I’ve got you.” With each push inside her, Ava clung to him, eager and urgent, demanding everything he had to give. Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to his demands.
“Open your eyes sweetheart, see and feel as I make you mine,” he growled.
His strong hands dug into her hips holding her in place, g
iving her what her body demanded. She didn’t want him to ever stop. Her brain was in overdrive.
The energy racing through her body curled her toes. She felt the damp sheets, his sweat covered body, the flexing muscles as he drove into her. His hands curled around her nape drawing her down to meet his lips in a sizzling kiss. A kiss she returned with a ferocity to match his own.
She felt his fingers glide into her hair before her brain registered what was happening. Oh God. Her body tensed. Closing her eyes she readied herself. The pain would be next. Don’t scream she told herself. That only made the pain last longer.
This wasn’t right. The feeling of connection with Ava had been severed. Logan’s eyes flew to Ava’s face. What he saw was terrifying. Ava’s brows were bunched together, her lower lip was trapped between her teeth, and her chin trembled.
“Ava?” She didn’t respond. Logan went still. “Open your eyes. Look at me.” She squeezed them tighter. He could feel a cool sweat forming on her body. What was happening to her? He needed her to come back to him for both their sanity.
“Open. Your. Eyes. Ava. Look at me now,” he snapped.” His voice was firm, too firm, but her eyes opened at his command. She was unfocused, unseeing before sad cappuccino eyes found his face.
“See me, sweetheart please.” He applied gentle hands, caressing her back, touching her with care. God she looked to be in pain. He didn’t want his contact to make it worse. She looked vulnerable. Wounded.
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