his tone—not that she blamed him. But she’d figured using her hand was somehow cheating.
She reached between her legs to guide him to her. Her breath caught as she slowly sank down and filled herself with him. She squirmed until he was buried as deeply as possible and then looked down.
“Now what?”
“You’re in charge, lamb. Do whatever feels good to you.”
She straightened her hips and sank down on him again, watching his face for signs of pleasure or distress. She didn’t want to squash him.
“Toni.”
“What?”
“Don’t think so hard about it. Your only goal is to use me to get yourself off.”
“What about you? I want it to feel good for you too.”
“Don’t worry about me. It already feels good. Getting off is never ever a problem for me.”
Her motions were slow at first as she tried different angles. She eventually discovered a rocking motion that rubbed her clit against him on the down stroke. Her mouth dropped open as her pleasure built quickly. Yes, she thought. Oh yes, right there. And then she was moaning the same words, completely oblivious to everything but the pleasure between her thighs. She cursed the betrayal of those thighs when they began to tremble with fatigue. She was definitely using muscles she’d never used before.
Logan’s hands grabbed her ass, supporting her laboring motion as she sought her release. She forced her eyes open, thinking she ought to thank him for his assistance and found him watching her bouncing breasts as if hypnotized.
Her hands moved to her tits. She cupped them and gave them a firm squeeze. Logan licked his lips and she pinched her stiff nipples. She gasped brokenly as her pussy clenched unexpectedly.
“I’m coming,” she shouted. “Oh God. Oh God.”
Her body stiffened as she let go and though she wanted to keep riding him as she found release, her thighs refused to move.
“Don’t stop,” Logan pleaded.
She didn’t want to stop, but her body gave her no choice.
Logan sat up and wrapped his arms around her back. Sitting with her breasts squashed against his chest, Toni held him in her arms and legs, quivering against him as her orgasm subsided. Somewhere in her hazy thoughts she realized he hadn’t come yet and holding onto him so tightly wasn’t assisting his release, but she couldn’t help herself.
“You did great,” he whispered in her ear. He rotated his hips, rubbing against her overly sensitive clit. She shivered. She couldn’t stand any more pleasure. “Do you want me to take over, or do you think you have the strength to finish me off?”
She was exhausted, but she wanted her actions to give him release. “I’ll do it.”
“Maybe try putting one foot on the ground,” he suggested. He rubbed the leg that was closest to the edge of the couch.
Good plan. Maybe she’d be able to move if her leg was extended. She reluctantly released her leg lock on his hips, wondering if her boots had caused him any injury. Wincing, she straightened her leg, and he shifted so that he was on the very edge of the sofa. She began to move again, slower this time. Logan captured her mouth in a lingering kiss, his hands skimming over her back and buttocks. The tips of her breasts rubbed against his chest as she rose and fell.
“Do you need me to go faster?” she asked when his mouth moved from her lips to press butterfly kisses over her throat.
“I just need you.”
She rode him slowly, pausing between each down stroke and rocking her hips to deepen the connection between them.
“You’re a natural,” he murmured, his breath warming her bare breasts.
He lifted his head to stare at her, blurry-eyed, for a long moment. “Unfortunately, we don’t have much time left,” he finally said. “I do need it faster in order to come. Work it, girl.”
She smiled, realizing he was feeling more than he was letting on and that he wasn’t quite ready to come to terms with what was growing between them. He might not speak many tender words to her, but she felt his affection in his kiss and in his touch, in those rare moments he wasn’t trying to be cute or funny.
“Then give me some room to work,” she said.
He grinned and reclined back. With one foot on the floor and one knee on the sofa, her motions were a bit off center, but Logan didn’t seem to mind. If the way he kept moaning her name was any indication, he rather enjoyed the way it