Her whole body tensed. “Do something.”
He dragged his fingers up her swollen labia, over the hard, needy knot of her clit. God, how responsive Tara was. She was more than ready to come. He was more than ready to let her, too.
But he had to finish his task first.
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her backside, quickly washed them, then rushed back to grab the plug he’d prepared. “I’m going to slide this in. It’s a little bigger than my fingers, but you can handle it. Just stay relaxed.”
Tara gave him a jerky nod. “Okay.”
His heart drummed in his ears as he pulled her cheeks apart with a thumb and finger, then settled the edge of the plug against her rosette. Slowly, he sank it into her depths, watching her closely for cues.
Her back stiffened. When he paused, she forced a breath out. As he resumed, her fists clenched. But when he paused again, she shook her head frantically.
“Don’t stop.”
Caressing his way down her ass again, Logan pushed the plug in a bit more. As he eased the thicker end into her virgin backside, Tara gasped.
“Too much, Cherry?”
Her breath shuddered, and he could almost hear her trying to collect her thoughts. “M-More intense than I expected.”
Intense in a good way? Logan eased his fingers between her thighs again. Wetter than before. Wetter than ever. He petted her clit, then settled a pair of fingers at her entrance. They slipped inside as if eased by melted butter. Slick. Smooth. Perfect.
“You want to come.” It wasn’t a question; he knew.
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t have to, baby. It’s all about feeling. Just hold back a few minutes for me. I want to share this orgasm with you.”
Tara whimpered, but sent him a shaky nod.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yes, Logan.”
Her breathy submission went straight to his cock, as usual. God, she had another inch of the plug to take, and watching it slide into her body, seeing her incredible arousal soar, was getting to him. He’d been inside her less than two hours ago, and already he was dying for her again.
“Good girl. This is going to feel so good. You’re going to take the rest of this plug, baby. Then you’re going to take me. I’m going to fill this pretty wet pu**y with my cock,” he whispered in her ear. “And I’m going to rub your hard little clit while I f**k you smooth and deep. You’re going to scream for me.”
She didn’t say anything, just panted.
“Do you want that?” Logan knew she did, but he wanted to hear her admit it. Being with her this way, her body so in tune with his, was drawing forth his every primal instinct.
Take. Possess. Own.
“Yes, Logan.”
Jesus, somehow when she said those two simple words, his dick pulsed in response, more than ready to give her everything he could.
With a deep breath, he withdrew his fingers from her pu**y. She whined in protest, but a second later, he seated the plug deep in her ass, and that whine became a mewl.
“Fuck, she looks pretty,” Xander murmured from the bed.
As if Tara suddenly remembered they had an audience, she stiffened. “Is he staying?”
“Yes, you always have to be ready to perform for an audience. Now stop asking questions, Cherry. You take what I give or say your safe word. Everything I’m doing is designed to prepare you for what’s ahead. If you can’t handle it, say so.”
That would get her back up.