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“So let me get this straight.” Sam trailed her fingernail down the center of Logan’s chest, enjoying the way his breath caught when she went just past his sexy as hell belly button. “You want to bring another man into our bed.”
Trailing her finger back up, through the soft, dark hair spattered on his chest, she veered to the right and let her nail scrape gently over his nipple.
“That’s what I’m saying.” He confirmed although he didn’t sound nearly as confident as Sam was used to.
This was the man who had ordered her pleasure back when Logan included his twin brother Luke in their little soirees. Since Luke had to go off and fall in love, Sam and Logan had shared some intimate conversations about who they might be able to invite to join them in the future, but had yet to venture past the talking point. Tonight she’d been the one to bring it up.
“And you’ve already selected someone?” She asked as she maneuvered her body so she was leaning on one elbow while still teasing him with her hand.
This time when she trailed down his chest, she dipped her finger into his navel before exploring a little lower, her hand brushing ever so slightly against the swollen head of his penis.
“Sam.” Logan’s voice had lowered an octave or two in warning, but Sam didn’t mind. This was what she lived for.
“Yes?” She asked innocently, turning her palm against the mushroomed head and wiping the moisture from the tip.
Sitting up fully, Sam took it upon herself to remove the t-shirt she was wearing, swiftly slipping it over her head and tossing it to the floor.
“You were telling me about this man you were going to invite. Is he as hot as you are?” She asked, not actually caring but doing her best to get her husband worked up.
“I couldn’t tell you that.” Logan sucked in a breath when she wrapped her hand around his shaft, the feel of satin coated steel beneath her palm.
“Sure you can.” She said as she glided her hand up and then down, barely gripping him. He liked when she teased him, and more importantly, Sam liked what came after.
It might have taken her longer than was necessary to end up in Logan’s bed permanently, but since the moment she said, “I do”, she’d thrown caution to the wind. Despite the fact that they didn’t have any more rendezvous with another man, the sex was still off the charts explosive as far as she was concerned.
Leaning over, Sam straddled Logan’s hips, letting her bare breasts brush against the silky hair on his chest, her nipples puckering from the sensation. Rubbing against him had become one of her favorite pastimes, and quite frankly, she’d begun to wonder if she was a cat in another life.
“Tell me, Logan.” Sam encouraged as she scooted further up his body – not down like he would have preferred – until she was straddling his chest and her breasts were inches from his mouth.
Lowering one sensitive tip to his lips, she locked her eyes with his, loving how the hazel depths swirled with uncontrolled hunger. When he latched onto her breast with his mouth, it was her turn to suck in air while her body caught fire.
“Oh God!” It was too good. The feel of his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple before sucking harder than she would have thought she liked. “So good.”
Sam had learned all of the things her husband liked over the last few months, and she knew how much he enjoyed when she gave him a verbal play by play of how he made her feel.
“Suck harder.” She encouraged him, and the flare of pain that flashed from her nipple to her clit proved she had wandered over to the dark side in recent months.
Pulling her breast from his mouth, Sam switched to the other side, watching as his lips slid around her nipple before applying an equal amount of tender loving care to it. She didn’t allow him as much time to play because honestly, she wasn’t sure she would be able to hold out if he kept it up.
“Sam.” His voice was rich and dark with passion, and she knew he was holding on to the very last thread of his control.
“Yes?” She asked again, knowing he was going to get frustrated with her any minute now.
“Honey,” he tried for sweet, but failed miserably, “if you don’t untie me from this fucking bed, I’m going to break the goddamn headboard.”
Grinning, Sam slid down his body once more, making sure he felt exactly how wet he’d made her in the last few minutes. And yes, she wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow she managed to tie him to the bed. It was a wicked fantasy that was proving to be so much hotter than she originally anticipated.
“I’m not finished with you yet.” She hadn’t been able to convince him to let her tie his legs to the bed, so she was able to use that to her advantage, pushing them wider as she slid off of his body into position between his thighs.
Once again she gripped his erection, ever so slowly sliding her hand over his velvety shaft, enjoying the way he pulsed and throbbed beneath her touch.
“Do you want me to do this?” She asked seductively as she tilted her head down and placed a soft kiss on the engorged head.
“Baby.” Logan growled. “I’m not playing with you anymore.”
“Well, actually I’m the one playing.” Sam retorted before slipping her tongue across the slit of his penis, her eyes watching him as he watched her. “Or would you prefer that I do this?” She asked before sliding her lips over the smooth head, sucking gently as she pulled him into her mouth.
For the next few minutes, Sam focused on ravishing him with her tongue, using her teeth on occasion to gently scrape the underside which once again had him trying to break free of his bonds.
“Don’t you do it.” He warned.
Sam chuckled, keeping his cock in her mouth, letting the vibrations wash over him. Oh, she knew she was pushing him too far this time, but if the past was anything to go by, she was going to thoroughly enjoy her punishment.
Logan jerked against the bonds on his wrists, and Sam knew they would give at any moment, so she returned her attention to his cock, using her hand to hold him still while running her tongue down the sensitive underside until she reached his balls.
“Be still. I’m not done.” She told him before sucking and licking and torturing him more than she knew he was willing.
“Oh, honey. You’re more than done.” Logan growled before ripping the scarves that tied his hands and launching himself up from the bed, sending Sam into a fit of giggles before he had her flat on her back.
~*~*~
Logan wasn’t quite sure how his wife convinced him to let her tie him down. The gleam in her eye had been so full of promise, and she certainly hadn’t disappointed. The problem was he wasn’t willing to come until he made her come first. That had become a hard and fast rule that he rarely broke.
When Sam tried to pull away from him, laughing, he gripped her ankle and pulled her closer until he had reversed their roles and he was kneeling between her splayed legs.
“Damn that’s pretty.” Logan told her as he held her open with both hands, staring down at the soft, pink folds spread before him. “Your pussy’s wet, baby.”
“Mmmm hmmm” Sam agreed, spreading her legs open wider.
Knowing she liked when he teased slow and easy, Logan decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. He buried his face between her thighs, using his tongue to delve deep inside of her in one quick thrust before emerging and sliding back and forth over her slit, not lingering to torture her clit the way he knew she wanted.
“Logan, please.”
The sound of his wife begging was music to his ears. He once again thrust his tongue into her silky hot depths, pushing deep and retreating, over and over as she began to moan and writhe on the bed.
“Logan!”
“Yes baby?” He asked, mimicking the sweet innocence she’d doused him with earlier. “Tell me, Sam. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Lick my clit.”
She’d gotten confident in the past few months, Sam had. And it turned him on like nothing else. Doing exactly as she instructed, Logan wrapped his tongue around her clit, flicking back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves, using his hands to hold her legs apart when she would have tried to trap his head between them.
He might know what she liked, but that didn’t mean he was going to give in to the little minx. He had payback on his mind, and at the moment, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her warm, willing body.
“Turn over.” He demanded, easily flipping her onto her stomach before she had a chance to argue.
That’s another thing he’d learned about his wife in the last two months. She’d gotten bold, thinking she had the upper hand when it came to dominating the bedroom. What she didn’t know was Logan would never relinquish full control, and since his brother had ceased to participate in their sexcapades, Logan had been seeking out another man to join them.
Since this was Sam, his wife, and he cherished her more than his own life, he’d been taking his time in determining exactly the right person to join them. What she didn’t know… he’d found the man who would soon get the luxury of experiencing heaven as only Logan knew it.
With Sam on her stomach, Logan lifted her hips and aligned himself with her until he was inching his cock into her sweet pussy inch by inch, slow and steady.
“Logan, please!” Sam screamed as she tried to push back against him. “Fuck me, please!”
He definitely loved to torture her, but he never could tell the woman no.
Bracing his knees on the mattress and lifting her hips slightly, Logan began to sink inside of her, the velvety soft walls of her pussy clamping down on him, milking him until he was barely a breath away from exploding.
With one hand, he reached around her hip and found her clit. Applying just enough pressure, he pinched between his index finger and thumb as he thrust once… twice… three times before she exploded, his name reverberating through the room.
Logan didn’t hold back, ramming into her one last time before his release took him, and the world was suddenly right again.