“Yeah,” he murmured. He pressed his palms on her upper thighs, holding her wide open, to take his tongue.
It was all she needed. She arched up, her body taut. So strung out. So on the edge. So close to coming. And she wanted to. Bad.
But he stopped. The bastard stopped.
“More?”
She moaned. Breathing hard.
“More?” he repeated.
She growled.
“Okay,” he smiled. “Just a little.”
A little wasn’t going to cut it.
But the jerk did only that. He chuckled as oh-so-damn-lightly he tongued her. The slightest little flickers over her clit. Pure torture.
She writhed, shaking her head from side to side. She wanted to feel him slamming inside her, filling her, fucking her.
Hard.
“Loud as you like, babe. No restraint.”
No restraint? She was freaking tied up. And she was furious with him now, barely realized she was growling at him.
And he was so damned smug. She arched up, tugging at the silken cords that held her arms spread.
His actions intensified. He spread wide, braced above her, kissing her so intimately, she was too hot to blush.
She growled again, so needy she was nearly insane. Sweat dampened her. She bucked her hips until he had to hold her thighs harder so he could keep sucking on her. His rhythm picked up, then steadied. Nothing short of absolute torture. She couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she screamed.
Only it was unintelligible.
Or maybe it wasn’t. Because the amused look left his face, lines of concentration furrowed his brow. Color mounted in his cheeks.
“More,” he muttered. “I want more.”
He used his fingers. She felt them, one flickering. Then more. Filling her, twisting pumping, pressing against her sensitive muscles. And suddenly she wanted more too—to let it all out. Say what she wanted. Anything. Everything.
“Logan. Logan.” In her head she yelled for him, who knew how it sounded. Who cared. She no longer did.
Because he was responding, there for her. Just as he’d promised.
She moaned, loud and unstoppable. Unable to hold it back, as delight began to crash into her.
He massaged her breast as she teetered on the brink, taut as a bow string. But it was his words that got to her as well.
“So beautiful, Min, so soft, so warm.” He rubbed her nipple with his thumb, while she clenched on the fingers he’d buried deep inside her. “So strong.” He groaned. “Squeeze on me babe. Let me feel you.”
She arched, feeling his caresses inside and outside, the passion with which he kissed her body. His total attention.
“Min,” he muttered, and thumbed her clit as he pumped his fingers. “Just as you are, babe. I’ll take you just as you are.”
She screamed against the ball, biting into it, bucking upwards again and again as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. The orgasm shredded her. But he worked to prolong it. Not letting her draw her legs up to pull back.
Not until she whimpered, the intensity too much, her skin too sensitive, her soul too exposed.
But even as she hit that point of feeling pushed too far, the relief and the joy flooded in. Pure pleasure buzzed round her body, blanking her mind.
She felt so fantastic. So exhausted.
So touched.
He lay, resting his head on her belly, gently stroking her skin, not letting her feel any chill, not leaving her alone in any way as the last of the tremors moved her.
Until her breathing settled and her last moans ceased. Until she rested utterly lax.
“You still want me?” He lifted his head to catch her attention, and asked.
So much. She moaned. Tears springing to her eyes again.
He leapt off the bed, practically shredding his clothes in his haste to get naked, get sheathed, get back to the bed.
She watched, her pulse firing as she absorbed his speed and saw his arousal—the flush in his cheeks, the tension in his muscles. He was magnificent, so hard, bullets would bounce off him.
She circled her hips, feeling energy pulse within her.
“Everything. Now. Please,” she begged him, her plea muffled.
But he didn’t just mount and rut her in the animal, furious way she wanted. No. Tense, driven as he was, he still took his sweet, torturous time.
“Please,” she begged.
He positioned over her body at long freaking last. This was what she needed. Him—all over her, in her, pushing her. Holding her.
“There’s nothing I like more than this, Min,” he muttered. “Getting inside you? Feeling you so wet and restless? The way you rub against me?” He thrust into her. “So fucking hot.”
She groaned as he filled her. That’s what she’d wanted. Him on her, in her. Filling her the way only he could.
Too much.
She groaned again, feeling the contrary freedom of the gag and the ties. Feeling her exposed breasts bounce as he thrust harder, pushing her deep into the mattress. Arms bound, legs spread, she was his to tease. To do with as he pleased. To take.
Yet all he did was give.
He kissed all over her face, her neck, rolling his hips against her, changing the angle to hit where she’d be most aroused. He swept his hands over her, touching her in the places he knew she was ultra sensitive. And he talked, telling her how beautiful she was, how she turned him on, what he wanted to do.
Until Min couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t hold back. Eyes closing, she arched, her mouth lax, no longer needing to bite the ball.
Because she was crying out. Crying for him in a long, high-pitched scream of ecstasy.
She hardly heard herself in her lust-fueled delirium. All she knew was that she wanted this, wanted him. Wanted it all. And that’s when he gave it to her.
His arm tightened around her, he gripped her hair, his words rushing into her ear as he thrust over and over. Wild and powerful and wet and free.
“That’s it Min,” he choked. “Min, oh Min.”
Min lay on the bed, wrapped up in the coverings, unable to move. He’d long since untied her, taken away the gag, had cuddled her... But her mind had been so blown, it took forever before she could pull herself together in any way.
And now? Now there was no stopping her.
She sat up as Logan walked naked into the room carrying a glass of water for her.
“I want you to gag me again,” she said.
His smile flashed and he carefully placed the water on the table, went to pick up the gag.
“N-n-not with that.?
?? Min threw back the bedclothes and stood, locking her knees to stop them from wobbling. “With your cock. Keep it there ‘til you’ve come.” She knelt before him. “Ram it into me.”
Yeah, she’d been having a great time talking dirty with that gag stuffed in her mouth, now she wanted to say it all for real.
He was already erect, but she saw his whole body jerk to greater attention.
“Min?” His eyes widened. This time he was the one barely able to speak. He spoke hoarsely, hardly breathing. And he didn’t sound delighted.
Did he think he was going to defile her or something? She didn’t mind being on her knees for him. He’d knelt before her many times. Fair was fair. She didn’t want to be on any kind of pedestal.
Because this was just lust. And she was so going to remember that.
And truth? She wanted this. Her mouth watered, her skin heated. Arousal made her ache. She wanted him all the ways she could get him.
“You chicken?” she dared, tilting her head back to see all the way up to his rigid face. “Worried you’re not g-g-going to last long?”
She saw his quick smile. “You challenging me?”
“Of c-c-course,” she admitted. “I know you can’t resist a challenge.”
He breathed out again. “You can... just for a minute.”
“That’s all it’s going to take?” she teased.
She heard his laugh but didn’t wait for an answer. She stroked his skin—he was so perfectly formed. Long, beautifully proportioned muscles, golden tanned heated skin. He tensed, but she wasn’t anywhere near done.
Before he stepped away, she locked her hands together around his butt—like a belt that he couldn’t escape—and took him in deep.
“Min, you’re going to suffocate,” he twisted his fingers in her hair and tugged, trying to pull her away. But she wouldn’t release him.
Braggart.
She chuckled, and in doing so she relaxed, took him a half-inch deeper.
“Jeez.” His breath hissed, his butt clenched. “Min.”
She rolled her tongue around him as best she could. His breath hissed again. Then he eased a fraction, accepting it, welcome her touch.