He found he couldn’t watch anymore because he really was about to come all over her, and the bed. “No more,” he hissed, and grabbed her wrist.
As he lifted her hand to his mouth, he got comfortable between her spread thighs and met her gaze. One by one, he sucked her fingers into his mouth. She tasted delicious and he craved more.
His flesh was so hard that he throbbed. As he kissed down her belly to her mound and slipped his tongue through her arousal, he couldn’t control the rocking of his hips against the bed.
She always had him on a hair trigger and her taste on his tongue drove him insane. He glanced up, met Emma’s hooded gaze and, at that point, he knew he was lost.
“I need you,” he growled, and moved up her body, his dick sliding home as they both groaned with the pleasure of his entrance.
Logan panted above her. “I should have checked if you’re sore before I entered you.” He clenched his jaw with the effort it took for him to stay unmoving inside her tight sheath. She felt like silk. Her walls gripped him tightly. As he lowered his chest against her breasts and rubbed, her arousal eased his way deeper until he nudged against her cervix.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
Emma didn’t need telling twice. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and the friction she created around his cock had his balls pulled tight. His ecstasy reached new heights as he finally started to move.
He slid out and tightened his ass, his cock rock hard as it thrust back home. He couldn’t stop himself as he pounded her into the bed. His body surrounded her, and when he sealed his lips over hers and caressed her tongue, he felt her release flood his dick while she moaned and gasped into his mouth.
Her walls pulsed along the length of his dick, which caused him to swell even more, seconds before she sucked his release out of him.
He broke from the kiss and buried his face into the curve of her neck while he rode out his pleasure and prolonged it for them both with the slow slide of his cock inside her.
“Emma,” he cupped her face, and paused when she contracted around him, “I love you.” He dropped his forehead to hers. “Thank you.”
“What?”
“Shush,” he kissed her on the tip of her nose, “let me finish. I’ve never thanked you for everything you wrote to me. You let me see inside of you, which I know that no one else ever has and that meant a lot of me. It still does. But, babe, I love you so much that it terrifies me.” Logan slipped from her body, and rolled to his side, Emma still in his arms, their legs intertwined. “You really are going to leave with me after Christmas?” he asked, unsettled all of a sudden. He felt like his heart was exposed and she could crush it at any second with only one word.
“Oh, God! Don’t do that.” Emma reached up and cupped his face between her hands. “I love you and I am leaving with you. You’re mine, Logan. We’re going to live together near your base, and then we’re going to make a home where we choose without any influence from anyone. I promise—my heart is yours.”
“You know how to bring a guy to his knees.”
She snickered. “I like it when I’m on my knees.”
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Logan froze then chuckled. “Hmm, we’ll practice that much later... but I do have something for you.”
“You do?”
Logan reluctantly climbed from the warmth of Emma and their bed to root through the pocket on the front of his bag before he climbed back on the bed and knelt beside her.
He felt nervous as he clutched his gift tightly in his hand. He got the gift made on a whim with hope that he’d one day be able to give them to her. But now that the time had come, he was nervous and unsure regardless of what they’ve previously shared.
Emma must have sensed his nervousness because she knelt in front of him, placed her hands on his thighs, and rubbed.
When she started to reach where his dick rested against his thigh, he caught her wrists and met her wicked gaze. “Not yet.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “I had something made for you a long time ago, but I didn’t have the guts to send them to you, and hoped that I’d one day get the opportunity to give them to you.”
He rubbed her brow with his thumb, and let the dog tags dangle from his fingers.
Her eyes widened and met his gaze before they flittered back to the tags. “I had mine duplicated, and I thought you might...um, want to wear them, sometime.”
Emma nodded. “Put them on me.”
She smiled through the tears that ran down her face and reached up to trail her fingers over the tags that were now around her neck. “I’ll wear them always.”
“Oh, babe, please don’t cry.” He kissed her softly. “I originally got them done so that you’d have me with you always.” He felt the blush creep onto his face.
“You’re so damn sweet.” She snuggled against his chest, and added while rubbing one of his nipples, “Merry Christmas.”