Logan

Nothing about this day had turned out as I’d expected, but there was no better way to end it than in bed with my tongue in Darcy Westbury’s pussy. She might be spiky on the outside, but she was so fucking sweet on the inside.

Going down on her could become an addiction.

Despite her best efforts to stay still, and my hands curled around her waist, she bucked underneath me. So far, she’d managed to keep her hands above her head as I’d instructed.

“Logan, please,” she cried out.

I grinned. Begging me for release already?

I flattened my tongue against her clit.

“You want to come, baby,” I asked.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’ll do anything. Please.”

Jesus, her begging had my cock aching, and urging me to get her off and plunge inside. I resisted, took a steadying breath, and made long, steady strokes with my tongue, guaranteed to set her off. Her thighs began to tremble and her back arched as she screamed, “Oh. God. Logan.”

I didn’t know what was more invigorating, her twitching pussy around my tongue or my dick. I stood, wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, and watched as her stomach rose and fell, her breasts heaving and she opened her heavy eyelids.

“Hey,” I said as she looked at me, her face flushed, her limbs heavy.

“Hey.” She bit back a smile as if she’d been caught out doing something that she shouldn’t. “I’m sorry, was I too loud?”

“You were perfect.” I stroked her thigh, then pressed a kiss inside her knee. “I like hearing your pleasure.”

She crinkled her nose as if she couldn’t bear to remember how she’d begged me to make her come.

“Now undress me, please.”

She slipped off the bed and reached for the top button of my shirt. “Why wouldn’t you let me before?” she asked as she worked her way down my torso.

Going down on a woman was always better when they were completely naked and you were fully dressed. The balance of power was more pronounced in my favor. “Because I said so.”

“You know, I wouldn’t put up with that kind of answer if we weren’t…”

“But we are and you will.” I wouldn’t expect her to let me get away with telling her what to do without question under any other circumstances. I wouldn’t want to, either. I enjoyed her spirit, her challenge. The way she went head to head with me so openly. In the boardroom, it was much more subtle. Darcy’s power outside the bedroom wasn’t subtle. And it was the contrast between her in the bedroom and out of the bedroom that had me harder than flint. Her fingers grazed my skin as she pulled my shirt from my trousers.

I couldn’t stop myself from cupping her face and kissing her.

Everything about her drew me to her, had me switching everything up. When was the last time I’d taken the same woman to bed twice? Let alone a woman who I knew. Someone who knew my grandmother.

She slid her fingers around my waistband and fumbled with my fly. Despite every molecule of my body urging me to strip off and bury myself into her hard and fast, I was determined to continue smoothing my thumbs over her cheeks and working my tongue against hers.

She gasped as her palms brushed over my erection.

“You ready?” I asked as I pulled back.

She nodded, and I grabbed a handful of her perfect arse. “Turn around. On all fours.” Despite being desperate to see her on her knees in front of me, my dick in her mouth, I’d explode instantly—I wasn’t ready for that.

She climbed onto the bed and looked back at me over her shoulder, as if expecting to be marked out of ten. I avoided her gaze but took in every inch of her body. Her creamy white skin, her glossy brown hair, her breasts swaying gently as if goading me into action.

“Logan?”

“Yes, Darcy?” I didn’t stop my inspection of her body, the curve of her back, the roundness of her arse, the goosebumps along her skin, the way her fingers clutched at the sheets despite the fact that I wasn’t touching her. If I could have invented a woman, my imagination couldn’t have come up with anything better.

“Logan, please.” She leaned back on her knees, stretched her arms and I gave her a quick, sharp slap on her backside.

She snapped back into position, giving me a beautiful view of her swollen pussy. I slid a condom over my straining erection and I kneeled on the bed behind her. Lining myself up, and with one hand on her hip, I pushed inside her. My heart rate doubled and I had to close my eyes against the blinding lights. Jesus, had she felt like this the first time?

“Logan, Logan, Logan,” she chanted breathless and desperate.

I took a deep breath. Fuck, I had to get myself together or I was going to embarrass myself.

I tried to block out how good she felt, how soft her skin was, how tight her pussy was. I tried not to think about how this feisty, funny, loyal woman buckled under my touch and pleaded for my cock. Instead, I thrust, my eyes screwed shut, my hands tight against her hips instead of exploring her rounded bottom or her smooth back. I knew it would be too much, so I focused on my heartbeat rather than the perfect sounds of her moans.

She tightened around me and her piercing scream and her fierce climax shattered the fog I’d tried to bury myself in.

I wasn’t the only one having a hard time fighting falling over the edge.

I slowed my pace to a standstill as her entire body shook. “Twice already? You’re greedy tonight.”

“I…I can’t help myself. When I’m with you, it’s as if my body has been taken over.”

While I knew our fucking was the best I’d ever had, it was gratifying to hear this wasn’t a one-way street. That I was nothing like her past experiences. “Your body is mine when you’re with me.”

“Yes,” she whispered, bowing her head.

Her agreement took the edge off my desperate need to come. She’d confessed she was already mine—I could take my time in claiming her. I rocked in and out of her, wanting the heat in her to build again. It didn’t take long before renewed wetness burst from her and I pushed further each time, one hand curling around her shoulder so I could get as deep as possible. Pleasure shot through me, piercing my body from every angle.

I was so close. But I didn’t want to come like this. Something was missing.

My swollen cock throbbed angrily against my stomach as if cursing me for making it wait so long for release, but I wanted more than to just come. I wanted to feel bound and connected to the woman I was fucking.

“Logan?” Darcy asked, her hair flicking across her back as she turned her head to figure out what was going on. Her cheeks were flushed, her barely noticeable eyeliner a little smudged, her hair a little mussed. I’d never seen her look so sexy.

“Turn over,” I whispered.

She frowned, as if confused by my request, but complied anyway, shifting onto her back and propping herself up on her elbows, her eyes never leaving mine. I crawled over her, relishing the heat of her body, how soft she was, how perfect she felt against me. I caged her head and dipped to kiss her.

What was with this woman and her kisses? I couldn’t get enough.

She swept her hands up my torso and I let out a groan. How was it possible to squeeze so much pleasure from such a simple touch? Each delicate sweep of her hand was like an invitation to somewhere I’d never been before, into a world that promised a different life.

She brought her knees up, and my dick rested over her slick pussy and pressed against her folds. I pushed inside and had to hold still. How could this feel so good every single time?

I drew back and she stroked her fingers over my eyebrows as I began to slide in and out of her. We stared at each other as my thrusts grew stronger and faster, until we were connected, mind, body and soul.

This is what I’d wanted.

Her beneath me, looking at me, looking at her. For the first time in my life, being with a woman wasn’t about getting off—it was more than that. It was about affinity.

Union. Intimacy.

My orgasm descended and I knew I didn’t have the power to hold it back any longer. Darcy tightened her grip on my shoulders, telling me she was close to the edge. She gasped and began to shudder just as my climax burst over me.

I groaned into her neck. As much as I set out to claim Darcy, it was as if she owned me in that moment.

What. Was. Happening?

Her small, sweet pants in my ear, Darcy’s own brand of smelling salts, brought me back to life. I rolled off her before I crushed her, pulling her with me. I wanted to stay connected every second.

For the first time in my life, coming wasn’t the main goal—being with Darcy was. Talking with her, laughing with her, fighting with her, fucking her. It was all I wanted.

She propped her chin on my chest as she twisted her legs between mine. “I’m sure you get this a lot,” she said, her lips pressing together when she paused. “But for me, I’ve never…I mean…it’s a …”

Wrapping my arm around her tighter, I chuckled. I knew what she was trying to say.

“Hey.” She slapped me lightly on my chest. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you. Well, I suppose I am, but not about what you’re trying to say.” I twisted a strand of her soft hair around my finger, wanting to know her better than I did, wanting to walk through every open door in her brain and charge through every locked one. “I feel it, too.”

“Feel what?” she asked, tracing circles on my skin.

“The sex. That’s not even the right word. It’s more. Something elemental passes between us when we fuck. Something transcen-fucking-dental.”

“I’ve never had that before,” she said in a small voice, almost as if she was embarrassed.

“Neither have I. The sex between us—I’ve never had anything like it. It’s different. More intense, more consuming.”

“Really?”

I gave her a small smile. “Really.” I was in unfamiliar territory and probably should have held back, but there was something about Darcy that made me want to let her in. I wanted to tell her stuff. Talk about nothing and everything with her.

“I wonder what it is?” She shook her head as if we’d been discussing why there’d been an influx of hailstorms this spring.

I didn’t have an answer for her. I was in unfamiliar territory and I didn’t trust myself not to ask her to spend the rest of the week in my bed. Whatever we had together, I would think about it tomorrow. I’d take it out of my brain like a pebble from my pocket and examine it, analyze it, scrutinize it in the cold light of day. Right now, I was happy to stay here, warm and happy with Darcy Westbury wrapped around me.