Page 38 of The Write Off
His arm loops around me and he stands, lifting me off the ground while I squeal. He tosses me gently on the mattress. He crawls onto the bed, hovering over me once more. “Tell me that again after I’ve tired you out.”
I’m a person who likes to be in control, but at this moment, I would let this man do anything to me. Anything.
I’m still trying to come up with a witty response when he kisses me again. It’s every bit as toe-curling as his earlier kisses, but less frantic, more deliberate. My nipples pebble and my thighs clench which is wild because he’s barely touched me. I put my hands on his shoulders, attempting to pull him down on me, but he doesn’t budge. I need to feel his skin on mine. My body is screaming to be connected to him.
Eventually, after I’ve been squirming under him for what feels like ages, he lowers himself further. The sparse patch of chest hair tickles my already aching breasts and I moan into his mouth as I try to pull him closer.
“I’m scared I’m going to crush you,” he says thickly before taking my earlobe gently between his teeth.
“Flatten me into the mattress. I’ll sign a waiver if you want.”
Chuckling against my skin, the vibrations traveling to every nerve ending in my body, he relents and gives me more of his weight.
I sigh into his mouth. He’s the world’s sexiest weighted blanket. Despite the notable size difference, our bodies fit together perfectly. He continues to kiss me thoroughly while I run my hands over his toned back, down to his gloriously firm ass.
I’m not thinking about what any of this means or what implications our actions will have. I’m certain one of us will have regrets after. Probably Logan. But right now I focus only on how he’s making me feel. And it is heaven.
But I need more. Now.
I move my hand to the bulge that his boxer briefs are doing a terrible job hiding. He lifts his mouth from mine with a groan.
“Jesus, Rilla, your hands feel good.”
Wait until you feel other parts of me.
I plant a quick kiss on his collarbone and then lightly roll him onto his back. I hop off the bed with unsteady legs after being kissed senseless. It takes me a minute of rifling through my closet to find the same box of condoms I bought when I moved in, but I grab a few and hurry back to the bed, already missing the warmth of Logan’s body.
“These need to come off now,” I say, running my hand over his straining underwear.
Still on his back, he lifts his pelvis and pushes them down past his hips. He sits up to finish removing them and I stare at his body greedily. He reaches his hand out to me and I take it, allowing him to pull me gently between his legs. He rests his hands on my bare hips as he brings his mouth to one of my nipples. “Are you ready for me?”
My head falls back at the pleasure his mouth is giving me. I think I could come from this alone and that’s never happened before. I take one of his hands and move it between my legs.
He groans against my skin as he feels how ready I am for him before lifting his gaze to mine. His pupils are blown from lust and I feel wanted like I’ve never been before. “So that’s a yes?”
“That’s a yes,” I say, pressing the condom in his hand. I watch him open it and roll it over his hard cock with the same precision and attention to detail he brings to any task. When it’s on, I climb onto his lap and immediately position him at my entrance.
“We can go slow,” he says just before I sink down onto him, taking all of him at once. He stifles a curse as his hands grip my waist.
“I don’t really do slow,” I gasp, still adjusting to his considerable size.
“I’m starting to realize that.”
I start to move myself up and down his length, trying to pace myself. My sugar high has worn off and I am running on pure want and need now. Logan holds my ass in his hands, kneading it and keeping me on rhythm as I ride him.
“You feel incredible,” he breathes, leaning back slightly to watch where we’re joined. “So beautiful…so perfect…Christ, look at you.”
Every word from his mouth takes me higher and higher until I reach my pleasure threshold. I cry out and clench around him so hard, I’m worried I might have broken something. The orgasm tears through me leaving me gasping for air and completely disoriented. Logan’s arms circle around me, holding me to his chest, continuing to praise me as I slowly come back down.
When I open my eyes he’s smiling broadly up at me. “Come on, Rilla. You can be louder than that.”
He flips me onto my back, his body once again covering mine like a tent. I arch my back as he enters me again, gripping his shoulders and holding on for dear life. Our movements aren’t perfectly in sync, but what we lack in finesse, we make up for with reckless enthusiasm.
I feel like I’m having several epiphanies simultaneously. I thought I knew what certain emotions felt like; desire, pleasure, bliss, need, ecstasy. At this moment, I realize that I’ve never truly experienced any of them. Until now. What Logan is giving me eclipses every shadow of these feelings that came before.
When he lifts one of my legs higher, draping it over his arm and sinking deeper into me, he hits a spot I’ve only found twice with a vibrator.
“Oh God, Logan…don’t stop…doing that…yes…right there.”