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Authors: Annabel Fanning

She (10 page)

Logan groans against my skin as he slides into me one more time, sending me flying.
Aaah
! I orgasm, uncontrolled and out of my mind in ecstasy. A moment later Logan groans loudly as he climaxes, releasing himself into me. Our bodies still. The only sound is our ragged breathing.
Oh my god! That was breathtaking! I didn’t know anyone could make my body feel so astoundingly wonderful.
A few moments later I look down at him. His eyes are closed and he looks so satisfied. My body groans for more.
“I want to do that again,” I demand breathlessly.
Logan’s eyes dart open and focus on mine. He sees the ridiculous smile on my face and laughs. “Who’s greedy now?” he pants.
“I am,” I confess, laughing too. “Again,” I plead.
He takes my face in his hands and kisses my lips tenderly. He’s still inside of me, almost pulsating. Still hard, still wanting. I
need
to do that again. It was too amazing not to!
“Please, Logan,” I plead again, feeling him shiver beneath me.
He responds immediately, thrusting his hips forward to meet mine. I moan. How does that feel so good? My body reacts at once, inviting him, accepting him, quivering under his intrusion. I’ve never gone for seconds so fast before, but with Logan I want to. I have to.

He thrusts again and I smile against his mouth.
Yes
, this is what I want.
“Again,” I breathe and he smiles back at me, looking completely enamoured. I relish his look.
He lifts me off of him and stands up. I don’t know how his thighs can hold the both of us. My legs feel like jelly, I doubt I’d be able to stand for long. But Logan does. He backs me against my bedroom wall, and then, never taking his eyes from mine, he enters me again, quickly and with delectable force.

I gasp, feeling him provoke me inside. Oh…yes…
yes
!
“Again?” he double checks my instructions.
I smile at him in answer and he slams into me, making me groan. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face towards me. I kiss him hard, matching the force of his penetration. I’m in control of our mouths, he’s in control of our sexes. He sets a fast rhythm, and my body responds, building equally as fast. I cannot focus on kissing him, instead I rest my head back against the wall. I groan again and again, and so does Logan.

He closes his eyes, his face tense. I feel his hips stiffen and I know he is close. He continues his relentless, keen pace. My hands are splayed on his chest, my nails digging in. I steal a quick glimpse south and I see him sliding in and out and in and out of me…and it’s all over!

Erotic charges course through me. I feel myself tighten inside and the incredible feeling pushes us both over the edge. We come at the same time, intensifying our orgasms, and calling out loudly and incoherently. My body shakes and then stills, all of me now feeling like jelly. Logan pulls out of me, pulls me away from the wall and together we fall onto the bed. Exhausted. Spent. And utterly satiated. My mind is gone, I can’t think. We lie, panting heavily; then both of us fall effortlessly asleep.
*
Sometime in the night I awaken, my naked body shivering. Logan is fast asleep beside me, looking peaceful, beautiful, and perfect in his slumber, unaffected by the cold night. Deciding not to wake him I sleepily and clumsily go to my wardrobe and pull down a blanket from the top shelf. In the living room I turn off the television and the lights, and set the alarm clock on my mobile phone, placing it on my bedside table. Then I curl up next to Logan and I throw the blanket over both of us, falling back asleep mere moments later.
*
In the morning I wake draped over Logan; my head on his shoulder, my arm on his chest, and my leg on top of his. He feels so soft and warm and comfortable under me. Memories of last night flood my mind, and I stretch happily, smiling against his skin. My muscles feel loose. As I stretch, Logan’s arm, which is around my back, tightens. His other hand lies on his stomach, just under mine. I reach for it, interlacing our fingers. His head is facing me, his nose buried into my hair. He makes a sweet, sleepy noise as he rouses.
“Turn it off,” he mutters quietly.
Turn it off? Oh, the alarm! Abruptly I realise that my phone alarm is ringing somewhere nearby, no doubt the cause for my waking up. Unwillingly I roll away from Logan’s warm, naked body and reach for my phone on the bedside table. It’s eight AM. Usually I’d be up and dressed and leaving for work by now, but not today. Today I’m sick. I have to stay home and rest...at least that’s what I’m planning to say.
I prepare my best hoarse voice, as I dial the Pierson Group. “Layla? It’s Gemima…I’m not feeling well, I can’t come in to work today…no, I know…fever-y and flu-y…I think I just need to spend the day in bed,” I tell her, smiling into my pillow. “Hopefully it doesn’t get any worse…” I plant the seed for skiving tomorrow too. “OK… Yes… Thank you… Bye.” I hang up, and put the phone back on the bedside table.
Logan has followed me across the bed. He snuggles in behind me, kissing my shoulder.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Good morning to you,” he says, rapidly gaining energy, kissing his way up my neck to my cheek. He rests a hand on my forehead. “That’s funny, you don’t feel hot to me,” he says, gently mocking my phone call.
“That’s not where I’m feeling hot…” I leave my sentence hanging.
He chuckles into my ear. “Why, Miss. Samuels, whatever do you mean?” Logan starts trailing his fingers down the side of my body, starting at my ear, moving down, down, at a painstakingly slow pace. “Did you sleep well?” he asks me, as his fingers move.
“Very. I like waking up with you,” I confess. “I’m glad you insisted we wait on Friday night.”
“Me too,” he says quietly, kissing my cheek, his hand reaching my thigh. He runs his fingers round and round in circles awakening my feelings of desire.
“Do you need to go into work today?”
“No, I am also unwell,” he says immediately, and I smile.
“What a shame.”
“Indeed, but your idea to stay in bed is remedial.”
“The only sensible thing to do,” I say.
“Absolutely,” Logan agrees.
“Do you need to call work,” I pick up my phone and offer it to him.
He gives my cheek a quick kiss and then dials. “Cheryl, I’m sick,” he says. He doesn’t put on a croaky voice like mine, but the authority in his voice is not to be questioned. “Fever…Flu…” he says, and I smile at him. He grins back and desire pulls within me. I quiver in anticipation of spending the whole day in bed with Logan. I couldn’t think of a more delicious way to spend my time! “I don’t know…I’m really sick…I’ll probably need a couple of days to feel better…” My body tenses at his words…
days
in bed with Logan? Feeling me tense, he kisses my shoulder and I relax. “Yes. OK, bye.” He hangs up, but doesn’t hand me back the phone. “I should probably call Mercy…she’ll worry if she comes over and sees my bed un-slept in.”
“Does she make your bed?”
“Yes…she’s my housekeeper. Isn’t that what they do?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, I’ve never had one.”
Logan speaks to Mercy in fluent French, telling her he won’t be home for a few days. I can hear her voice; kind and caring. She sounds like an older woman, forty, maybe fifty something. After he hangs up, Logan reaches over me, deliberately squishing me into the mattress, putting the phone back on the table. He trails kisses all over my upper body, then snuggles tightly behind me again. We lie for a peaceful moment, breathing together. He begins trailing his fingers down my side again, faster than last time.

That’s not where I’m feeling hot
,” he chuckles, repeating my seductive words. “I do believe I should check your
other
temperature, then.”
At my thighs his fingers stop for a brief moment, before he traces them backwards over my behind, along the edges of my crevice, between my legs to my sex. He strokes me, his hand gliding easily over me. I’m wet. Still. Or again. I don’t know. I lean my head back against him and he buries his face into my hair. Tingles run through my whole body as he strokes me. It feels so welcome, so arousing, waking up every cell in my body.
“You’re right, you
are
warm,” he whispers into my ear. I smile into my pillow. “Do you have any idea how turned on this makes me?” he asks me.
I turn and grin at him. “I can
feel
how turned on you are,” I say, and I can.
His erection grows against the small of my back. I reach behind me and stroke him, as he does me, coaxing him to harden fully. I twist my neck towards him and he leans up slightly so that our mouths can meet. We kiss slowly, at first, our tongues moving gently against one another. It’s delicious and wet, turning us both on. I lift my top leg and bend it backwards, resting it on the side of his legs, giving him better access, inviting him in. He moves his hips into a more apt position. All the while our kiss is building. More speed, more force, more passion. Knowing what I want, what we both want, he tilts his hips and slides his large erection into me and I groan in pleasure and delight. My head reels…days in bed doing this!
Feeling
this! Just the thought is enough to make me convulse!

I rest my head onto my pillow facing away from him as he kisses my neck. He slides one arm under my neck and reaches down to caress my breasts. The other hand is now at my front, rubbing my clitoris, so that I’m being stimulated both inside and out. I’m fully held by him, fully consumed, and it occurs to me that I don’t have to do anything but enjoy. But be made love to. Receive…and feel.
Feel
.

He feels incredible as he buries himself into me, provoking me, over and over again. He moans into my ear. My legs shudder. My toes curl. Instinctively I want to arch my back against him, but he holds me too tightly, and there’s nowhere to escape or subdue the intense pleasure that’s building deep within me. I have no choice but to feel it: it’s overwhelming me! So stimulating, so sexy, so much more intense than anything I thought I could handle. Holy shit! My body begins to tremble. I cry out again and again as Logan leads me to my climax. His breath hitches as he picks up his pace. Yes.
Yes
!
YES
, I think with each thrust. Logan makes a sound of such satisfaction and I’m all gone.

I shake, coming I don’t know how many times, calling out Logan’s name. He follows me, climaxing with one more thrust. His orgasm stimulates me again, and I cry out once more. The feeling is surreal! Surely not? I think,
surely I’m dreaming
. Nothing — ever — has felt this good! Logan stills, holding me tightly and breathing very fast.
“Oh. My. God,” I stammer.
“I know, right?” he says breathlessly. He buries his face into my hair once more and breathes me in. “Gemima, you feel so good, baby,” he says, easing out of me and lying flat on his back.
I do the same, breathing rapidly. I’m definitely sick, I smile to myself, I definitely need to spend the day in bed! I start laughing at the absurdity of it. I cannot believe how intensely my body builds and how spectacularly it explodes. Logan laughs too. He knows, he feels it. I roll over so that I’m half lying on him and I claim his mouth with my own, kissing him hard and appreciatively.
“That was amazing,” I tell him, and he nods back at me, smiling. I trace his dimples with one of my fingers and this makes him smile broader; he knows my affinity for them. I kiss them both. “Do you want some breakfast?” I ask, and Logan nods again. I grin at him, “You’ve gone quiet.”
He strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers. “Just admiring the view.” Suddenly his arms tighten around me. “In fact, breakfast can wait awhile, I’d like to admire you a little longer.”
He grins at me as I stare into his light-green eyes, and I’m lost. I don’t know what’s happening; time is doing that funny thing of moving around us while we stay still, in the moment, in our bubble. I don’t know how long we’re there for, just gazing at one another. A small part of me wants to ask what he’s thinking, wants to see through his eyes, wants to break up the silence...but most of me is quietly content just looking.
*
When our stomachs begin growling Logan and I decide, finally, to get out of bed. It’s mid-morning. The house is freezing, too cold to walk around naked, so I pull on one of my dressing gowns, throwing my spare one to Logan. It’s pink and fluffy, and he considers it for all of a second before shaking his head and throwing it onto the bed.

I laugh at his reaction and then go about getting us some food. When Logan joins me in the kitchen he’s wearing his boxers and his shirt from last night, leaving it unbuttoned. His hair is disheveled and he looks gorgeous, distracting and all consuming...
“What’s for breakfast?” he asks.
Ah, yes! Food, I remind myself. “Um, toast, cereal, pancakes, bacon—?”
“Do you have maple syrup?” he enquires, walking slowly over to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He stands before me resting his hands on my waist, and I’m distracted once more. What did he ask? Syrup? Yes, I have that, somewhere.
“Top right cupboard,” I say, pointing behind him.
He turns to retrieve it.
“So, you want pancakes?” I assume.
“No, cereal, please.”
“Cereal with syrup?”
“The syrups for afterwards…” he says, staring down at the bottle in his hand, then looking up at me playfully.
I raise my eyebrows. “For afterwards?”
“Yes. A dessert, if you will. A mid-morning delight.”
“That’s going to be sticky.”
“I know,” he smiles. “And very messy, too. We’ll probably have to shower afterwards,” he says slowly, seductively. “A long,
long
, hot shower.”
I hold onto the table to steady myself.
“And by
that
time,” he glances quickly at the clock on the wall, “it’ll be evening, and I’ll take you out for dinner. And then bedtime.”
“That is quite the schedule,” I smile at him, looking forward to every second of it.
*
I put the heating on in my bedroom as Logan pulls the duvet cover off of the bed; it’s too cold to lie naked and exposed without the heating on. Then we undress each other again, slowly, sexily, and I lie in the middle of the bed, somehow feeling more nervous than last night. Something about lying naked in broad daylight, and watching Logan’s eyes traveling up and down my physique, taking in every inch of my body, familiarising himself with all of me, is as nerve-wracking as it is arousing. Happily, his compliments and enamoured looks quell any insecurities that arise within me; his ability to put me at ease is unparalleled. As he takes in all of me, so too do I look at him. His naked body is beautiful; muscular but soft, and no part of it is off limits to me. Taking it in turns we trail the syrup over each other, teasing each other by licking it off. And then we lie in each other’s arms, making out fervidly.

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