Wildflower (25 page)

She did, tunneling her face into his neck, her nails biting into his skin. With one hand on her hip and the other cupping her face, he plunged down.

And straight into paradise.

Heaven couldn’t be this beautiful, this rich with sensation.

He was going to die. Right then and there, he was going to die from lack of oxygen. The bliss surrounding him overcame his ability to breathe.

Hell if he cared. He didn’t want to breathe. He only wanted to feel. Feel Matt’s pussy rippling around his cock. Feel her milk him from base to tip. It was everything he’d ever dreamed.

And more.

“Oh, Lord, sweetheart,” he growled. “You feel so good. So damn good. I knew you would, but sweet, sweet Lord, this is better than anything I could imagine. So tight.” He lifted up to whisper kisses on her eyelids. “Tell me you like it.”

Her tongue grazed his lower lip. “I love it. I love having you inside me.”

For the first time in his adult life, held secure in the cradle of his wife’s body, Logan was home. That realization shook his soul while emotions clogged his chest. He tucked her face to his neck and fought to cage the rampant feelings.

He was home.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and, with a possessive groan, kissed her. His hands framed her face as his hips pulled up then sank back down over and over again. Each time he surged deeper. Then deeper still.

Sensations slammed into him, one on top of another. Her knees hugging his torso. Her short nails sinking into his skin. Her earthy moans bouncing in the room. Her wildflower aroma infusing his senses.

All the while, he crammed every pulsating inch of his cock as far as he could inside her.

He tore from her mouth. “I’m gonna come sweetheart,” his scratchy voice rasped. “I’m gonna fill you with my seed. Mark you. You’re mine. You hear? You. Are. Mine.”

He punctuated each word with hammering thrusts of his hips. Her pussy curled around his cock. Her cry of pleasure reverberated in his ears. Washed all the lonely, homeless years from his memory.

He rose up, arms locked straight, and pounded her mercilessly. She shuddered and twisted beneath him as his hips continued to hurtle into her. Pleasure swelled in his balls, chased up his spine to his chest. His heart.

He came with the force of a deadly twister. A groan blistered his throat as his seed, hot and pulsing, filled her pussy.

Spurted up to her womb. Up to her soul.

Making her his.

Wave after wave of ecstasy hurled through him. Eternal minutes passed, but still he pumped his hips. Wanting to give more.

All that he had. All that he was.

Finally, he collapsed. Cheek to cheek, he heard nothing over his thunderous heartbeat in his ears. In a slow, languid move, he rose up and took her lips in a soft kiss. A tender confirmation of the love he had for her. He shifted, but her legs clamped tight around his waist.

“Where are you going?” her sated voice demanded.

“There are chores to do.” He kissed her again. “You stay put. I’ll join you later.” He moved, but her legs clenched tighter.

“Stay with me.” Her mouth whispered across his. “I love the feel of you on top of me. Inside me.”

He hesitated, an odd catch in his chest. “You sure?”

“Yes.” She sipped at his lips. “It feels decadent to be in bed when the sun’s up doesn’t it?”

After another moment’s pause, he nestled into the crook of her neck with a contented sigh. Her hands stroked up his back and down along his arms.

It was the middle of the day, chores needed to be done and he didn’t care. His eyes drifted shut. Decadent? To say the least.

Chapter Thirteen

Matt woke slowly, leisurely, happiness humming in her veins.

Logan’s leg was thrown over both of hers and his arm across her chest with his face nuzzled to her neck, joy blanketed her as surely as her husband’s body.

He slept on, his breathing even and steady. It was still
daytime
, though the light filtering through her curtains was waning. She stared at the shadows playing along the ceiling and stroked a light hand over his arm.

Every solid plane, every outline of every muscle of his body pressed against her. Hard, firm. She luxuriated in the sinewy feel.

The memory of his cock inside her, his seed filling her—maybe even giving her his child—shimmered in
her heart. Made her whole. She inhaled a breath, surprised that it was shaky.

An invisible weight seemed to have lifted from her shoulders. Not even the dream with her parents had expunged the loneliness she’d carried all her life. But the well of loneliness she thought would haunt her forever, was forever filled. Replaced by belonging. With this man.

He stirred on a drowsy moan. His soft lips moved along her jaw and up to her cheek as his large hand wrapped around her breast. His finger and thumb played with a nipple. Anticipation purred in through her body.

He snapped upright. “What’s wrong?” His demanding voice knifed her euphoria.

“What? Nothing.”

“Why are you crying?”

She touched her face, not realizing she was. Before she could answer him, he shifted away from her. “I hurt you, didn’t I? Damn it. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She tightened her arms to keep him close. “You didn’t hurt me.”

His sour look said he didn’t believe her. “Then why are you crying?”

She caressed the back of her hand down his cheek. “Because I’m happy.” She urged his mouth closer to hers. “So very, very happy.”

The worry eased from his features. “You sure?”

“Oh, yes,” she murmured just before their lips meshed in a loving accord.

She reached down and closed her hand around the velvet heat of his hard cock with a gentle squeeze. His choked groan thumped the edges of her womb, fanning her desire quickly to life. He rolled on top of her as his mouth and tongue turned ravishing. He buried his hand between her legs. His fingers touched, stroked, promised.

She rubbed her palm along the length of his shaft then circled her thumb around the head. Moisture from the tip dampened the pad. She wanted to taste it. Wanted his cock in her mouth. Oh, she wanted that bad. She pulled away. “Roll onto your back.”

“Why?” he asked before his lips latched onto a nipple.

“Because I want to taste you. Feel you against my tongue.”

He looked at her, his face flushed, even in the fading light. Harsh lines carved his features. A shiver scurried down her spine. Without a word, he positioned himself on his back and she nipped his chin and neck. Scooting lower, she ringed her tongue around each of his nipples. His legs twitched restlessly as his hands mussed her short hair. She journeyed downward, across the flatness of his belly until she was kneeling between his muscled legs, his broad cock right in front of her face.

She looked up at him. His heavy eyebrows shielded his eyes, yet she could see the bright pinpoints of dark, hungry desire shining in them. Not breaking eye contact, she slowly drew her tongue along the underside of his shuddering cock.

He clenched his jaw and fisted the bed sheets in his hands. A smile curved her lips. Her husband was trying so hard to control himself. But she didn’t want him in control. She wanted him wild with wanting. Untamed. Just as she was, every time he touched her.

She tormented him with a few more long licks before sliding her lips over the burgeoning head the way she knew he loved. His deep, growling grumble was her reward.

Feminine power imbued her. She grasped the base of his cock while tonguing the tip. She licked and sucked until his hips bounced to the tempo of her bouncing her head. His hoarse moans were the only sounds she heard. His salty, thick cock grew saltier and thicker against her tongue. The only thing that mattered was him coming in her mouth.

Excitement rippled through her pussy at the thought of his hot seed gushing into her mouth. She wanted to drink him dry. Suddenly, he seized her arms and yanked her up his body. “No—”

His mouth cut off her objection. The kiss was ferocious in its possessiveness. He jerked her away. “I want you to ride me.”

Dazed, she just stared. “What?”

Strong hands directed her legs to straddle his hips. “You’re gonna ride me, sweetheart. Ride me like your damn horse.”

His rough, grating voice tore at her senses. Heighten them. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but would do anything to please Logan. “Tell me what to do.”

“Put your hands on my shoulders.”

She did and he held his large shaft in one hand while guiding her hips with his other.

“Ease onto my cock.”

She lowered down and the mushroomed head pushed into her body. She closed her eyes, captivated by the divine sensation of his solid, hard length penetrating her body.

“Now, watch.”

Her eyes sprang open. “Watch?”

He nodded, the lines on his face harsher, more dangerous. “Watch me come into your pussy. See how you take me. All of me. See what you do to me.”

The raw need in his voice sizzled across her skin and her intimate muscles clenched. She tipped her head down. The sight of his heavily crowned member disappearing between her legs quickened her already erratic heart rate.

Her tender flesh stretched and pulled to accommodate his enlarged cock. The pressure started mild, but intensified. Grew stronger. Rougher. Her body jolted at the burning pleasure and her legs shook with the strain as he continued the steady upward force into her. Filling her. Making her burn. Breathless, she fought for air.

When a ray of light could no longer pass between their bodies, she stilled. Her panting echoed in her ears. She flexed her fingers into his shoulders and shifted her knees. The sensation of Logan being inside her was almost too much for her to accept. It was too glorious. Too wondrous.

“Now what?” she asked on a weak whimper.

He intertwined her fingers with his. Held them out to the side. “Now ride me, sweetheart. Just like a stallion.”

With his guidance, she lifted up. Tortured bliss wracked her nerve endings at the feel of his fat cock rubbing the sensitive skin of her pussy. She dropped down. The burning delight made her head swim. Her movements were jerky, unsure, but she soon caught the cadence. She threw her head back and reveled in the feel of her hips moving in perfect harmony to his.

“Watch me, sweetheart,” he ground out. “Watch me make love to you.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his anguished whisper. She looked down as their bodies separated. Moisture clung to his cock and her mouth watered to lick it clean. His hips tilted up as she pushed down. The repeated tempo stayed slow and easy.

He paused, his knees bent, his feet digging into the mattress for purchase. “Can you feel me, sweetheart?” His rough growl quaked through her. “Feel me inside you?” His hips pulsed up and her womb throbbed.

“Yes.” She churned her hips against his, clutched her pussy muscles. “Can you feel that?”

His expression tightened. “Hell, yeah.”

Their movements picked up speed. Faster and deeper. She slammed down onto his cock as he drove up to meet her.

Tension built inside her. Spread through her body. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Only feel the wonder of her husband pumping and plunging deep inside her as she rode him.