Of Love & Regret (Madison & Logan 1)

“What else belongs to me?”

“Everything,” I said in a throaty voice as my hips rocked to match the rhythm of his strokes. “My entire body belongs to you.”

Logan leaned down and replaced his fingers with his mouth. He sucked my swollen clit and laved it with his tongue. I made a choked sound and gripped the cushions next to me as my body became even more taut.

“Harder,” I begged, wanting to be taken over the edge. “Please.”

Logan obliged and increased the pressure of his mouth while he thrust two fingers inside me and then curled them, pressing into a spot that made me go crazy. My hips lifted and I pushed against him feverishly. He had to grip one of my thighs with his free hand and anchor me to the sofa since I was thrashing so much.

“Oh God, Logan,” I cried out, feeling the pressure increase until it was almost unbearable. “It’s too much. I can’t take it!”

I keened loudly, my body undulating as I climaxed violently. The intensity of it was shattering and it lasted so long that I thought I was going to pass out. It didn’t seem possible to experience so much pleasure.

Throughout it all, Logan kept his mouth latched onto my clit and his fingers continued to thrust in and out of me. It was only when my body collapsed against the couch that he straightened from his kneeling position. He kissed me gently, and I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck as I returned the kiss. I could taste myself on his mouth, and it was both arousing and tender.

“I love you, Maddie,” he said softly against my lips. “I always have and I always will.”

My arm tightened around his neck. I still felt lingering anxiety from his words, but my heart exploded with emotion as I confessed my feelings for him.

“I love you too, Logan. I’ve just been afraid to admit it.”

He deepened the kiss, gently stroking his tongue against mine. It was achingly sweet, and our lips clung together. It was amazing that we could be so raw and erotic in one moment and so tender in the next.

Logan lifted his head, breaking the kiss. He brushed my hair back from my sweat-dampened forehead. I could see everything he felt for me in his eyes and his naked vulnerability touched me deeply.

He quirked his mouth, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe we should move this to the bedroom. Your couch is a little too small for what I have planned for you.”

I pushed against his chest playfully. “Not until I get to have my way with you.”

Logan looked amused, but allowed me to push him back and maneuver him so that we had switched places. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given me.

“It’s only fair that you get naked now,” I said as I grabbed the bottom of his shi

rt. He obliged by lifting his arms so that I could pull it over his head. I ran my hands against his leanly muscled chest, reveling in the warmth and hardness of it.

“Of course I’ll do anything in the name of fairness,” Logan quipped as he raised a hand to caress one breast before sliding it down my side to rest at my hip.

“No touching,” I reprimanded as I moved his hand from my hip onto the couch. “I’m in control now.”

Logan raised an eyebrow but didn’t object. I traced down his chest until I reached the waistband of his jeans. His muscles jumped reflexively under my hand, and desire replaced the amusement on his face.

I leaned down to kiss his chest, using my tongue to trace down the same path my hand had taken. I kissed his stomach as I undid his jeans.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a strained voice.

“Getting ready to suck your cock.” I felt an answering twitch underneath his jeans and I felt a sense of satisfaction that my words had affected him.

I gripped the edge of his jeans, along with his underwear, and pushed them down. Logan lifted his hips so I could pull them down all the way. I tossed them onto the floor next to his shirt and knelt between his legs, mimicking his earlier position.

He was already fully erect and I wrapped my hand around his shaft. Logan made a sound of pleasure that spurred me on. I stroked the hard length as I leaned down to lick the head, eliciting a groan from him.

“I like the way you taste,” I whispered as I licked the head again before running my tongue down its length. “It’s better than a lollipop.”

“Christ, you must be trying to kill me,” Logan bit out. I could see the cords of the muscles in his arms straining as he fought not to take control.

My answer was to run my tongue back up the shaft of his erection before taking the head of it into my mouth, licking and sucking it with increasing pressure. I gripped the base as I pushed more of him into my mouth, although I was far from able to take him completely since he was so large. I stroked the lower half of his shaft and my head bobbed up and down as my mouth and tongue feverishly worked over him. I was aroused by not only the taste of him but by the encouraging sounds he was making.

I tried to take more of him into my mouth, but I couldn’t stop gagging a little every time the head of his shaft hit the back of my throat.