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Authors: Annabel Fanning

She (9 page)

he’s
doing this to me! Everything with him feels so new, so undiscovered, and so much better than
ever
before.
“That was… That was…” Words fail me.
“Yes?” he asks, his mouth open against mine.
“I think you should take off your pants,” I tell him.
He smiles at me, dazzling me. “Oh, baby,” he laughs, “we’ll have plenty of time for that!”
Excitement jolts through me.
Plenty of time
! Just the thought of us spending plenty of time doing
that
makes me groan. He kisses me again, and slowly I feel his hand moving again, over my stomach, down past my navel…
I catch his hand just before it reaches my sex. “Don’t,” I tell him, knowing that it’ll take me all of two seconds to come again. “I feel greedy,” I confess. I want to return the favour for him, and let my body descend from that incredible high.
The mischief returns to his eyes. “So do I,” he tells me. Suddenly I realise, he
likes
doing this to me! It gives him pleasure to give me pleasure! Oh, his words are such a turn on!
I retreat my hand that is gripped around his wrist. Still straddling me, he lies his stomach flat against me, his forearm caught between our hips, his hand stroking my sex. Round two. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard and enthusiastically, trying to distract myself from the sensation he’s creating down below. But I can’t, he’s too good. I moan and arch my back against him. The closer I get, the slower he moves his hand, elongating my pleasure. Fuck! It’s
so
intense! He ceases moving his hand entirely and focusses for a few moments on reclaiming my mouth, kissing me fervently. When his hands moves again, I build quickly, and he slows, bringing me back from the edge once more. Ah! It’s too much! He’s pushing me higher and higher, and I don’t know if I can take it. He changes tact slightly, easing the attention off of my clitoris and unexpectedly slipping two long fingers inside me. I almost explode, but he stills his fingers, and waits for me to calm. He’s
playing
with me, I think, my mind reeling. He’s
teasing
me…and I love it! Deciding to play along, I take a couple of deep breaths, trying to steady my heart rate, and Logan smiles against my mouth, knowing that now I’m co-operating in his quest to heighten my orgasm. We kiss, our tongues brushing against one another, and only when my heart rate has moderated does Logan begin to move his fingers once more. He circles them inside of me, targeting my sweet spot over and over again. On the outside his thumb keeps the same tempo as his fingers, circling my clitoris. There’s a pulling sensation deep within me. This time when I feel myself climb it’s different; more intense.
Much
more! I moan loudly.
With my hands on either side of his face, I stop kissing him and open my eyes to look at him. He gazes back, his eyes smouldering, his breathing rapid. His fingers keep moving in me and on me as we stare at each other, and all the while I’m building. To look deep into one another’s eyes in a moment of such intimacy is so…brave; so real; so arousing; it spurs me onwards, closer and closer.
“Don’t stop this time,” I plead with him.
He grins and lightly kisses my lips, his fingers picking up pace. “I won’t,” he promises me, and he keeps his promise.
I tilt my head back, surrendering completely, and groaning loudly. He kisses my neck, the weight of his chest keeping me held firmly down, as he finally allows me to cross the threshold. Inside, I feel myself tighten around his fingers, and I scream in ecstasy as I orgasm, over and over, inside and out. My legs tremble and hang limply off the end of the ottoman, as I lie, panting, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated. My mind is racing at a million miles a second. It’s all Logan’s fault, I smile to myself. He retracts his fingers but keeps his thumb moving against me for a few moments more until I’m all quivered out.
Ah
! It feels
amazing
! My whole body is buzzing!
He watches me and I watch him, my breath slowly steadying. Two orgasms, and we
still
haven’t had sex! As soon as I have the energy to move from this ottoman I’m going to rectify that, I tell myself.
“You’re very greedy,” I say slyly.
He smiles, his dimples appear, and I know that I’m in love with him!
“I know,” he says.
Still under him, I sigh, feeling completely undone by him. He chuckles at me, tenderly kissing my cheek. My god, does he know his way around a woman’s body! He read mine perfectly; driving me forward, then pulling me back. It was frustrating, agonising, but so,
so
good! I lie under him feeling completely vulnerable, yet safe and trusting; feeling more satisfied than any other point in my life, and yet still wanting more. I want
him
inside of me. But first I want something else…
“I need my wine,” I say.
Fully at my service, Logan clambers off of me and retrieves my wine from the table next to the sofa. I sit up, and accept the glass when he hands it to me. It’s practically full, but that doesn’t stop me from downing the whole lot in one. I stare at him, feeling slightly shy and un-too-ord. What now? Should I thank him for the orgasm, I wonder? Make that plural. No, I tell myself, that’d be weird! Just say something else…
Speak
, Gemima,
speak
!
“Would you like some wine?” I ask, my voice quiet.
“I’d love some.”
*
In the kitchen I sit on the countertop while Logan stands next to me, leaning back against it. We’re both quiet, in our bubble, sipping our wine and listening to the music from the television that plays throughout the house through the nifty system I had installed when I moved in. It’s a familiar tune; Searchlight, I think it’s called.
Logan turns and smiles at me, unexpectedly but most welcomely. “Is this the Chillout Lounge?” he asks in an amused voice.
I nod.
“I listen to this too!” he laughs in surprise.
“Do you really?” I’m taken aback.
He nods, putting his wine down and standing in front of me. I instinctively open my legs, permitting him to come closer. He does, his eyes pouring into mine, communicating in ways that words fail to. He rests his hands on the countertop either side of me, and his forehead against mine. “Especially in the evenings after Mercy’s gone home,” he tells me.
“I’d like to meet Mercy,” I confess. I’d like to meet everyone who means anything to Logan.
He gives my lips a quick kiss and says, “You will. She’ll love you. She’s been worried about me...telling me I need to get a girlfriend.”
“A girlfriend?” I grin against his lips. “I like the sound of that.”
“Me too,” he smiles, kissing me again, deeper and richer in meaning.
Inside, I celebrate. We’re doing this!
Really
doing this! Gemima and Logan — a real couple!
“So, your last two years spent thinking of me weren’t a waste of time then?” I ask cheekily, already knowing the answer.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Logan expresses, making me laugh. “You are more beautiful tonight than when I first saw you,” he tells me. “You unravel me completely… You discombobulate me.”
“Discombobulate?” I smile.
“Yes!” he laughs. Then his hands grip my thighs and he pushes his mouth against mine, forcing it open. He kisses me headily, passionately, so that when we break apart my breathing is heavy.

“And,” he continues, “I want you...
so
badly, Gemima,” he confesses.
Desire courses through me, and I smile automatically. I kiss him slowly, teasing him like he did me earlier. My mouth open against his, finally, I say, “You. Have. Me.”
Immediately his hands grip my thighs tighter and pull me closer to him. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking us together. He caresses my legs, sending shivers up and down my body. His light-green eyes gaze into mine, the intensity building in them. His breath hitches as my fingers work frantically to undo the buttons on his shirt. I pull it off of him, feeling his chest bare and flush against me for the first time. I run my hands over his soft skin. His chest is taut, muscular, heavenly. I groan against it, kissing my way from one bare shoulder to the other. From his navel running south is a line of hair, leading to the promised land. I run my fingers gently up and down it. I feel his muscles tense under my touch. Logan lifts me up and I hold onto his biceps to steady myself; his muscles are firm in my grasp. Under me I feel his hard erection, and a wanting feeling overcomes me.

He walks us out of the kitchen, and my breathing is becoming rapid. Having built the complex, he knows where the master bedroom is, and he reaches it quickly, flicking on the light, and coming to a stop at the edge of the bed. My heart is racing as I look at him, a smile playing on the edges of my lips. He grins back at me and then sets me down on the ground. Immediately I sink to my knees, fervently unfastening his belt and undoing his trouser buttons. I pull his pants off of his hips and they fall to the ground around his feet. His boxers are pulled at the front by his erection. I gaze up at Logan, and now it’s my turn to look mischievous. I yank his boxers down, allowing him to spring free. He’s big;
it’s going to be a tight fit
, I think, my insides melting at the sight of him. A delicious fit. I take him in my hands and rub him gently as I get back on my feet and reach for his mouth. I kiss him slowly, matching the pace of my tongue with that of my hand.

I’m
so
ready for him! I’m wet and willing and wanting. Logan’s hands travel tenderly down my sides, stroking my body, until they reach the hem of my nightie. He puts his hands underneath it onto my skin and runs them back up my body, pulling my nightie up as he goes. When he reaches my shoulders I stop rubbing him and lift my arms so he can pull my nightie off entirely. Then we stand naked together. He splays his hands on my bare stomach and runs them south. I squirm a little and he grins at me, changing their direction and running them north instead, up to my breasts. He takes my breasts in his hands, caressing and squeezing gently. He licks his bottom lip but he doesn’t know he’s doing it. I want to do it too. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. All at once I’m kissing him heatedly, pushing my breasts more firmly into his hands, and pressing my groin against his. His hands move quickly to my hips and then to my backside as he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him again.
“You feel so good naked,” he whispers into my mouth, gripping my legs tightly and holding my body firmly against his.

I moan at his touch, both tender and forceful. He sits down on the edge of the bed, me on his lap. Our tongues crush one another and erotic electricity runs up my spine as Logan trails his fingers up my naked back. I can feel his solid erection pushing under me, and my moisture against his belly. It’s so hot! So sexy! So charged with carnal longing.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he tells me and my body quivers.

Shit
! I’m
so
turned on, this isn’t going to last long… I confess as much to him. “I’m not going to last long, Logan,” I say, already panting.
I feel him smile into my neck. Then he kisses my cheek, and then my lips. “We’ll see about that.”
I almost convulse at his words.
“There’s a packet of condoms in my pants pocket,” he tells me.
I smile at him. So, he was ready for this too. Good!
“We don’t need them, I’m on the pill.”
I shift my position so that I’m straddling him instead of sitting on him, as his hands continue going up and down my back, stroking my skin. Oh, I’m
so
wet,
so
ready! I lean up on my knees and reach my hand down between our bellies and position him at my entrance. His pupils are wide with arousal, his mouth is in an O shape, and his breathing is laboured. His hands stop traveling and fix around my hips, grabbing me tightly. I move mine onto his shoulders and then slowly I lower myself onto him. I close my eyes and savour the feeling. He’s stretching me…filling me…going
all
the way in.
Aaah
! He feels amazing! My body trembles with pleasure. I feel so full. When he is sheathed to the hilt I stop moving, allowing both of us to get used to the exquisite feeling of him inside of me.
“You feel so damn good,” he says, his voice uneven, his lips against mine.
“Logan,” I moan. “So do you!”
I slide my arms along his shoulders so that my upper arms rest there and my forearms curl up and cradle his head. This automatically presses my chest closer to his. I open my eyes and stare deep into his eyes, even though they’re unfocussed, as we begin to move. I slide off of him, achingly slowly, cautious not to come. Oh, no! Not yet. Then I sink onto him once more and he moves his hips to meet mine, letting out a sexy hiss. Oh
yes
! Oh, I want this! We build a rhythm, set a pace…in, out, and in again. He feels
so
good, my mind reels. Jeez, I had no idea sex could feel so heightened! So sensual, so loving, and so erotic, all at the same time. How have I been doing it all these years, I wonder. Not like this, not even close to this leg-twitchingly great. Oh…
Yes
, I want him. I draw him all the way into me, ignoring the stiffening of my legs, letting out a loud moan. I kiss him hard, pushing my tongue against his forcefully. That pulling sensation in my belly is well and truly awoken, and I pick up the pace, knowing he’s climbing too. He groans that low, sexy groan, reveling in the feeling of being inside me as much as I revel at feeling him there.
“Oh, Gemima!” he cries, the satisfaction in his voice pushing me further.
I’m close now, so close. We move against each other, Logan’s hands lifting me off of him and thrusting me back on. Oh, more…
more
!

Yes
,” I mewl, my mouth open against his. He fills me again with such exquisite force that I cry out. I fling my head back. He kisses and bites my neck, the pain of his teeth only adding to my pleasure.
Fuck
, I’m climbing high! So high. This is going to be one hell of a fall, I warn myself. I feel my legs stiffen again, I cannot hold off any longer. I’m about to come.

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