knees onto the sofa arm and shifted so that he could thrust up into her. Once she had her balance, she began to move with him again. He held her breast, massaging and tugging her nipple as she bounced on his cock faster and faster. Her pleasure built until orgasm was just within reach, but she couldn’t figure out how to tumble over the edge.
“Logan,” she said, her legs starting to tremble from all the unfamiliar activity. “How do I?”
“How do you what, baby?”
“How do I come?”
“Touch yourself.”
“What?” Why would she do that when she had a man at her disposal? Wasn’t the whole point of having a lover so she didn’t have to get herself off?
“I’d do it for you, but I don’t have a spare hand at the moment.”
Her hand was trembling as she slowly slid it down her belly. When her fingertips brushed her clit, her body jerked. “Harder,” she demanded, wanting him to roughen his touch on her aching nipple. His thrusts grew harder. Faster. Harder. Her fingers stroked her clit, and she cried out as she exploded instantly.
“Keep it up until I finish,” he said in her ear.
Oh, but she couldn’t. It was too much. She wasn’t used to the added stimulation of a cock thrusting into her as she came. The pleasure was intense. Overwhelming. Her entire body was shaking with pleasure.
“Rub it out, baby,” he demanded. “Don’t stop.”
Her fingers began to move against her clit, sending her into a state of euphoria she hadn’t known existed. She was only partially aware of being pressed face down on the sofa with her hand trapped beneath her body so she could keep touching herself and of the loud cries of pleasure bursting from her throat and Logan’s answering cries as he worked toward his own orgasm. She was fixated on the intensifying and receding waves of friction as her pussy clenched rhythmically on Logan’s hard, thick cock. Her body began to twitch as she rubbed herself and rubbed herself and he fucked her and fucked her. His strokes stilled suddenly when he shoved into her balls deep and shuddered against her with a loud cry. She slowed the rapid stroking of her clit and groaned as her body shook with continued waves of pleasure.
“Best. Pussy. Ever.” Logan punctuated his words with hard thrusts.
She laughed softly, still shaking. He collapsed on her back.
“Was it good for you?” he asked with a self-serving chuckle.
“Not bad,” she teased.
“Not bad? Damn, woman. I thought your pussy was going to suck my dick clean off my body you were coming so hard.” He kissed her shoulder, nuzzled his face into her hair, and gave her breast a gentle squeeze.
“Did it hurt?” she asked.
He laughed. “In that way you think you might die from too much pleasure.”
“That’s how it was for me too.” She shifted her hand out from under her body. It was slick with her fluids.
“Just so you know—since you’re not very experienced and all—what we have here isn’t normal.”
Great. Something else that was abnormal about her. “I’ll do better. You just have to teach me what to do.”
“Better? Woman, if you do any better, they’re going to have to check me into a hospital.”
She’d always imagined she’d feel some profound, psychological connection with her partner after sex. But lying squashed under Logan’s hard and heavy naked body, absolutely nothing insightful stirred her soul. Nope, the only emotion washing over her was exquisite joy. And maybe a little love.
Okay, a lot of love. Overwhelming, tummy-fluttering, breath-stealing, thought-shattering love.
At least she thought that was what she was feeling.
But she wasn’t foolish enough to tell him that.
Seventeen
Logan jammed his foot into his shoe and tied his laces. He scowled at Toni, who’d managed to get one leg in her panties, but was now lying on her side on the sectional, her face squashed and her eyes closed.
“Come on,” he said. “Get dressed. The party has started without us.”
“I’m not going,” she murmured. “Too tired.”
He took her foot in one hand and slipped it through the empty leg hole of her panties, which he didn’t notice were wrong side out until he had them drawn up to her knees.
“You have to come,” he said, removing her underwear and turning them right side out before starting over. “I want to see what you’re like when you’re drunk.”
She opened one eye to look at him. “This is pretty much what it looks like, but with more vomiting.”