Chapter 27
Ava
“Ava baby, wake up,” Logan whispers, his soft lips dragging over my shoulder as his morning wood presses hard into my back.
“Ugh,” I groan, willing myself to wake up.
“I need you,” he says as his finger slips beneath my panties, teasing my hip bone.
Wiggling my hips, I ease the lace down my legs, feeling his moist tip the second I’m naked.
“Don’t sleep in these,” Logan whispers, throwing my panties out of the bed. Still lying in the spooning position, he inches his long erection inside of me, stretching me to my max.
“Mmm,” I moan at the fullness.
There’s nothing quite like those initial strokes, when my juices first begin to coat his length, making each thrust better and slipperier than the last.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Logan groans in my ear, his voice warm and throaty.
My words are lost as my body wakes up, rocking in unison with him, while he grips my breast with one hand, using the other to gently tug a fistful of my hair.
“God,” I groan, pushing my ass back to meet him for more.
“Ugh,” he grunts, urging my head forward to bend me over, as we remain on our sides.
“Ahh, Logan,” I cry out. He’s even deeper from this angle, penetrating a new spot he’s yet to reach and it feels amazing.
“You’re so juicy in the morning,” he groans, tugging at my hair harder now as his pace increases and my climax peaks its head from the depths of my stomach.
“You’re so deep,” I sigh, feeling him in every inch of my soul.
“That’s where I’m supposed to be,” he growls, growing more aggressive by the second, and it turns me on.
Without a word of instruction, or a break in rhythm, we switch positions as I climb onto my knees and he slams into me even harder, his balls slapping my clitoris.
“Yes!” I yell unexpectedly, but he feels so good, stimulating all my hot spots.
“I need to feel you come, Ava,” Logan barks between plunges into the depths of my sweetness.
“Ahh! Logan!”
“What, baby?” he asks in the sweetest voice as he tears into me recklessly, his balls slapping the epicenter of my pleasure rapidly.
“Fuck,” I bite out, the pleasure too good to bear.
“Watch your mouth!” he says, slapping my ass hard, and it hurts so good.
“Ahh!” I cry, my climax inching to the edge.
“You like that?” he asks, gripping my hips to pull me into him as I arch my back seductively. His hand slaps across my ass again and I groan in pleasure, launching my body back.
“You want more?” he yells while fucking me hard and fast.
“Yes!” I plead, my waves of pleasure just inches from an explosion.
“Tell me you like it.”
“I like it!” I moan desperately, needing the pain to cut the overload of sensation.
His hand drops swiftly on my ass again, a loud smack ringing in my ears as my skin stings from the impact.
“Tell me you love it!” he yells, both of our bodies colliding in an urgent chase.
“I love it! Logan, I love it,” I cry and he fucks me so hard and so fast, lifting me from the bed so my knees dangle in the air. My vision blurs from the speed until I spiral out of control, an orgasm so intense I feel dizzy as my body overflows with emotion.
“Give it to me, Ava!” Logan yells just as I fall over the edge.
“I’m coming!”
“Good fucking girl,” he grunts, and I feel him begin to come inside me before his body slams one last time and stills, his hips slowly trying to bury his length further inside of me as he growls through his release like an animal.
My sex clenches around him, the masculine noises of pleasure carrying my climax to new levels.
“Fuck, that was good,” Logan groans, pulling out of me before climbing from the bed and walking into the bathroom while I struggle to find the energy to roll over.
Returning with a gray hand towel, Logan delicately wipes my sex with warm water before giving me a quick kiss and rushing off to shower.
Stretching out in bed, I feel nothing short of amazing as I listen to the water run while Logan gets ready for his day.
Suddenly, I have an urge to surprise him when he comes home from his meetings. If he wants to spoil me, this was the perfect way to wake me up, because now I want to continue the royal treatment.
Rolling over to Logan’s side of the bed, I pick up the phone, dialing the front desk.
“How can I help you? Are you ready for breakfast?” Our private concierge answers happily.
“Umm, yeah, sure. Please bring some small things like muffins and danishes, and then, in an hour I’d like French toast,” I bite my lip guiltily as I order for myself.
“No problem. Will that be all?”
“I’d also like to schedule a spa day, but I want the works. Massage, facial, hair, the whole package, please,” I glance over at the bathroom as the shower stops.
“I know just the place. I’ll arrange everything.”
“Great. I’ll call you back after breakfast for the details.”
“Sounds great, Mrs. Draper. Talk soon!” he says cheerily before ending the call.
My heart flutters from him calling me that, and I roll my eyes at my emotionally overloaded self.
There’s nothing like a good morning orgasm to knock you head over heels. I feel I can conquer the world. I only wish Logan could spend a little time with me.
Reminding myself that this is a work trip for him, I make a conscious effort not to be a downer. I want to be the happiness he rushes home to, not the nag he bolts to get away from.
“What are you going to do today?” Logan asks, startling me from my thoughts.
“I’m not sure. Why do you ask?”
“I want to take you out. We can spend the whole evening together. Is that okay?” he genuinely asks like there’s anything else in the world I would rather do than be with him.
Just then I hear a door close out in the common area followed by deep voices. It never occurred to me that his staff would be out there this morning.
“Did they hear us, Logan?” I ask, mortified.
“No,” Logan chuckles, drying his hair with a hand towel.
“How do you know?”
“Because I went to sleep knowing how I was going to wake you up so I told them not to come over until I called,” he raises his eyebrows mischievously.
“You’re trouble. You know that?” I say, shaking my head.
“Only the best kind,” he leans down, pressing his lips to mine as his minty breath permeates my airways.
Watching him dress is strangely erotic, and from the peculiar glares he shoots my way, I know he can tell how much I’m enjoying the show.
“See something you like?” he asks jokingly.
“Mmm-hmm. A whole lot I like, actually.”
Between our laughs and staredowns, Logan dresses in a tailored black suit that fits him like a glove. He’s handsome in anything he wears, but seeing him in a suit is mind blowing.
“Which one?” he asks, holding a black tie in one hand and a red and black tie in the other.
“All black. Classic,” I say.
“That’s what I thought too,” he agrees, hanging the other option back in the closet before tying the black one so fast it’s crooked.
“Come here,” I call him over to the bed, rising on my knees to meet him.
“What’s up?” he asks as he walks to me.
“Your tie is crooked,” I explain, loosening the knot before retightening it correctly while Logan pinches my nipples, teasing me with his fingertips.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers before kissing my cheek as I flatten out his collar, blushing from his attention.
“You couldn’t resist, could you?” I say, rolling my eyes.
“I can’t control myself when you’re naked.” He shakes his head, looking down at his bulging crotch.
“You’re an animal.”
“Only for you.” He kisses my neck and then returns to his closet, selecting a watch before grabbing his wallet and sliding it into his suit jacket.
“What time should I be expecting you?”
“Let’s shoot for seven. I’ll try to be early, but I’ll call if I’m going to be late. Cool?” He looks over at me.
“Cool.”
“Okay, here’s this,” he holds up another envelope and I pretend to pass out on the bed.
“Don’t start,” he says softly, leaning over the bed to kiss me.
“We never did talk about it like we said we would.”
“I thought I settled everything this morning,” he slides his palm down my belly as he speaks, and my legs fall apart for him to barely graze my sex.
“You did.”
“Then have fun with it since I can’t have fun with you,” he kisses me once more.
“Miss me,” I bite my lip, completely smitten with him.
“Always,” is the last thing he says before winking at me on his way out the door.
The happiness I feel is debilitating. My body is numb, yet over stimulated all at the same time. I’m sad to see him leave, but excited to be able to surprise him when he gets back.
Everything is moving so fast, but I’d be lying if I said I wanted it to slow the least bit. Things are perfect, and I feel completely encompassed in a cocoon of unadulterated bliss.