Kairos Page 7

  I have my teeth tucked behind my lips, but as he draws nearer to release, I gently ease them over the head of his throbbing cock, and he loses it.

  “Enough. I’m going to come, Sully. Stop now if you don’t want it in your mouth.” But I can’t make myself stop. I’m hanging on the edge just as much as he is, and I want to taste his release. I want to feel him spurt in the back of my throat and know I did that to him.

  I draw on him hard and swirl my tongue over the head again, and he comes unglued. I feel the head swell and pull it deep into my mouth and suck hard. Warm jets of liquid shoot down my throat as I swallow him greedily. Normally this would make me gag, but Logan is unlike anyone I’ve ever been with, and I crave his pleasure as if it were my own.

  I pull back from him, and he sags against the bed to steady his trembling legs. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and before I’m finished, Logan is on his knees in front of me, and his mouth is ravenously devouring mine.

  Our tongues twist around each other, and he pulls back to suck on my tongue and draws me up to the bed.

  “I taste myself in your mouth. I like it.” His grin is my undoing. I jerk the fasteners of my bra and toss it to the floor and then shuffle out of my panties. My skin is tingling all over, and I can’t stand the touch of anything but him right now.

  I lie back on the bed and spread myself wantonly on the mattress for his viewing pleasure. His heated gaze travels down my legs and back up, momentarily pausing at the weeping moist lips between my legs and then up my belly and to my breasts. His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip. My heart is racing, and my breathing is shallow and rapid.

  Slowly he leans down and kisses my belly button, my hipbone, and then trails a wet line to my left breast. His knees are between mine now, and he leans down to bear his weight on his forearms as he takes my breast into his hot mouth. I gasp. He draws my hard nipple deep into his mouth and begins to suckle. He squeezes my other nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and I come up off the mattress, my back arching into his face and my hips writhing beneath his. I feel his erection digging into my thigh and the small wet spot it leaves behind. He’s ready for me, and I can’t wait for him to claim me.

  His mouth leaves my breast, and the cool air is an unwelcome change to the hot cavern of his mouth. He moves to the other breast and begins to toy with my nipple between his teeth, and then he draws it fully into his mouth and sucks hard. It’s painful but not to the point I can’t tolerate it.

  He then gently laps it, and the pleasure immediately overrides the pain. It’s intense. His fingers are pinching my other nipple, and my hips are rising to rub against him. I feel the wave rising within me, and I want to come so badly I beg for it.

  “Please. Please, Logan.” I know what I’m asking for, and to make sure he does, I enunciate each word. “Fuck. Me. Now.” I have never been so bold before, but I’m not relenting.

  He chuckles, and I feel the tiny tremors against my sensitized breasts. I hear a noise and vaguely realize it is me moaning as my body winds so tight I feel as if I’m going to shatter any minute. His mouth starts to move down my belly. He stops and bites me just above my hipbone. I gasp. His eyes meet mine, and I’m lost in the current of his sea-green gaze.

  “Please, Logan. I want you so bad,” I plead. His fingers release my nipple, and he positions his face between my legs. I hold my breath. I want it so bad. The feel of his tongue there would be heaven on earth right now. I’m practically shaking with need.

  He stretches his tongue out and penetrates my wet folds, and I cry out with pleasure. My head falls back to the mattress, and I close my eyes to the sweet torture his tongue is wreaking on my clitoris.

  His hands are now holding my hips, but one pulls away, and I feel his fingers trail a hot path between my folds and around my core. My hips rock into him, and he licks me again to keep me on the edge. Slowly he eases a finger into me, and I almost come from the touch.

  “Aah,” I moan. Another finger eases in, and he starts to work them inside me with a practiced mastery.

  He’s rubbing my sweet spot so good, and then his mouth is on me again, and I am lost in a haze of pleasure. I’m moaning uncontrollably now and don’t even pretend to practice restraint. I let it all go and squeeze my eyes so tight I see spots in the blackness behind my lids.

  My orgasm is building, and I reach to place my hands behind his head. Of their own accord, they pull him into me, and he licks faster and faster as his fingers plunge in and out of me, working in a tortuous circle against my sweet spot.

  “Let go, Sulwen. Come for me. Now!” As he speaks the last words, he drives his fingers into me hard, and I come apart. I shatter into a million pieces and scream out as my orgasm overtakes me. Waves after waves of ecstasy clinch and roll from my womb to my toes. I hear a wrapper being opened and then feel the bed dip.

  Before I can collect myself, he rises over me, and the head of his cock touches my opening. Without a word he plunges deep into me. I gasp and moan. My orgasm hasn’t even receded, and his cock thrusting into me brings on another one even more powerful than the first.

  My hands grip his back as he drives in and out of me like a well-greased piston. Faster and harder. In and out. I have never been fucked like this, and I’m beside myself with pleasure. He’s bringing out some kinky bitch in me that I didn’t even know existed.

  Before I realize it, I’m talking to him like a porn star, and I revel in it. “Fuck me, Logan. Harder.” He answers with a hard thrust and a guttural growl. He’s so big that I feel him all the way to my womb. It’s intoxicating. My channel is slick from my orgasms, and he slides in and out with ease. I’m growing hot again, and I feel it coming from the soles of my feet up the insides of my thighs and finally…bliss. I lean up and bite his shoulder to muffle my scream.

  His pace quickens, and then he thrusts deep and hard one last time before losing himself deep inside me. He groans as his release overtakes him, and at that instant our eyes lock. The green of his eyes has darkened, and his pupils are so large I can barely see color around them.

  His face has relaxed, and he looks sated. I did this! I can make him forget everything around him except the pleasure I can give him. The thought is so powerful I find myself smiling smugly up at him.

  He grins back at me. “Pleased with yourself?” he asks teasingly. Then he leans down and kisses me briefly before rolling over to remove the condom. He ties it in a knot, tosses it in the wastebasket, and then curls up beside me.

  I feel so empty without him inside me that it momentarily wipes my smile clean off my face. He leans over and pulls me into him while trying to read my expression.

  “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” The concern in his eyes warms my heart. After what just happened between us, I’m sure the stakes have now just quadrupled. I can’t shrug off whatever is between us anymore. It’s strong and all encompassing.

  I reach my fingers to his face and trace the edge of his strong jaw. His skin is stubbled with a five o’clock shadow, but I find him even more sexy disheveled. He has that just-fucked hair, and it looks so cute I can’t help but reach to run my fingers through it. He smiles a warm smile and grabs my hand before I can lower it. He places a sweet kiss in my palm and then turns it over to kiss each of my knuckles.

  I grin. And I feel it reach my eyes. I have the after-sex glow, and it feels amazing.

  “Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. Just perfect. Better than perfect actually.” I grin, and he chuckles softly at my enthusiastic reply.

  He leans over and places a small kiss on my forehead as I snuggle into his side and lay my head on his chest. My arm drapes over his stomach, and I curl my leg into his. We’re spooning. And I love it! I feel like we fit.

  I know it sounds stupid, but this is not my first time having sex, and it’s not the first time I’ve had feelings for a guy. But this is the first time I have ever felt this feeling for a guy.

  Logan makes my heart race and my breath stall. He excites
me and calms me all at the same time. He sparks that fire in me that I thought I had lost. He’s like a breath of crisp mountain air to my smog-filled lungs. God, I’m really starting to fall for this guy. This is a man I could fall in love with. I resolve myself then and there to let whatever happens happen, and if it doesn’t…then so be it. If I can survive the death of my father, who was the most important person in my life, then I can handle whatever comes of this.

  “Let’s go take a shower.” He stands and pulls me into his arms. His bare feet make a soft padded sound as he crosses into the tiled bathroom and sets me gently on my feet into the shower.

  I am oddly comfortable with my nakedness in front of him, so I don’t shy away as he climbs in beside me. I reach over and turn the hot water on and then the cold and push the shower button when it’s the right temperature. We both scoot to the wall when the showerhead shoots out water and burst out laughing at our identical reactions. It’s funny how people have the same reaction to things. I always scoot to the wall before the showerhead starts to spray. That first contact is always chillingly cold, and I want no part of that on my naked flesh. Give me steaming hot water! The hotter, the better.

  He steps under the water, and as I turn around, I notice there is a second showerhead behind me. I reach and adjust the water and wait for it to warm and then flip the shower switch. It warms quickly, and I step under it. As I turn around, I notice Logan is watching me. My first instinct is to shrug apologetically. I don’t know what I’ve done or why he’s studying me the way he is.

  He gives me a lopsided grin and steps up to me. “You are so adorable. I like watching you. Your face is constantly telling me what you’re thinking. So fascinating.” His lips brush against my wet forehead, and then he lowers his forehead against mine and our noses touch. Water continuously runs in tiny streams over our faces, but it is a special moment, and I relish every second of it.

  Chapter

  Four

  The sun is shining brightly outside and beams of light gleam off the flaxen strands throughout Logan’s hair. It casts a slight halo over his face, and to me he looks the very definition of an angel. As I look at him, the light glimmers and shadows over the curves and angular plains on his face.

  His breathing is still slow and deep, the breathing only a peaceful sleep brings on. Or maybe it’s just an exhausted sleep. He woke me up two more times last night for more lovemaking, and I must say I’m thoroughly worn out, but I have never felt so alive and refreshed so damn early in the morning. What the hell has happened to me? I scowl. I can see the wall clock, and it’s just barely after seven in the morning.

  I shrug and go back to staring at the man who made the sweetest love to me last night. Our first time was carnal and wild, but the second and third were slow, steady, and filled with a pure passion that made my heart ache with feeling. He shattered my resistance last night. I gave him everything I had to give in one night of the most sensual sex ever.

  I lost count of my orgasms and won’t even pretend to be a little ashamed. I am unashamed and utterly ecstatic with everything that has happened. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I have ever been this happy. A broad grin spreads across my face when he starts to stir. I stay still, watching him with adoration gleaming in my eyes.

  His lids flutter open and blink rapidly to clear his foggy eyes. I can see the exact moment the haze of sleep clears, and he sees me smiling at him. His face lights up, and his eyes tilt with the oncoming smile. It’s like pulling black curtains open in the middle of the day. The burst of light that comes through is what his smile looks like when it spreads across his beautiful face.

  My heart stutters…and I gulp. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph—he is so freaking gorgeous! I’m breathless. I’m falling. Fast. Hard.

  “Thank you.” The words are barely a whisper as they escape my mouth. Once they’re out I can’t believe I’ve said them. But he seems to gather my meaning because he leans over and kisses me tenderly, with such affection I feel my heart bloom within my chest.

  Oh, sweet baby Jesus, please help me. I’m losing myself to him with every breath. He pulls back and presents me with a mischievous grin. It’s part smirk, part smile, and all man. I giggle at him and rise up from the bed, taking the sheet with me and wearing it like a Greek toga.

  “You’re very welcome, Miss Macgregor. Have I told you how sexy you look with that after-sex glow and tousled hair?” He twitches his eyebrows, and I laugh out loud. “I haven’t? Well, let me proceed to inform you, Miss, that you…” He rises out of bed and walks toward me naked. “…are the sexiest and most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” His lips are on mine in a second, and he holds nothing back.

  Morning breath be damned. I open my mouth to him, and he takes possession. He kisses like he fucks…intensely! It’s one thing for a man to have a sexy mouth, but it’s another matter when he knows how to use it with such skill.

  I can feel the familiar tingle between my legs as I begin to moisten with expectancy. I’ve had him all night long, and I want more. Much more. I don’t think I can get enough of this man. I want him to be mine and mine alone. And it’s confusing as hell because I know it can’t be. He isn’t even from the same state, and he said his home is in Scotland. Shit on a stick, can I pick ‘em or what?

  His lips leave mine, and I’m once again restless with need. He looks at me and cocks his head to the bathroom, and I follow.

  I really have to pee, but I’m just not on that level of comfort with him yet. “Um…can you step out for a minute?” I ask shyly. He chuckles and steps into the shower.

  “I won’t hear you over the shower. Does that satisfy your modesty?” He cranks the water on, and in seconds the bathroom is beginning to steam up. I promptly tend to my morning needs and then hop into the shower with him.

  His body is lathered up, and he’s rinsing himself off under the pulsating water. Good idea. My muscles feel like I ran a marathon, and I’ll bet that massaging cycle will feel spectacular.

  I turn on my showerhead and adjust the spray to pulse and step under the soothing heat. I release a long, relaxing sigh as the water runs over my face and down my chest and belly. It feels like hot silk gliding over my skin. I’m momentarily lost to the sensation, and I move slowly so I can feel the water as it glides over every inch of my body.

  The simple things are so much more if you just slow down and enjoy them like a rich red wine. As I spin like a carousel under the water, I keep my eyes closed and block everything else out. Nothing else exists but the feel of hot water running sensuously over my flesh. My nipples harden and ache with the need to be touched. I become aware of Logan behind me. The air around me swirls up my spine and over my shoulders, wringing a shudder from my body.

  Long, skilled fingers caress my shoulder as his other hand tickles a trail up my back and pushes my wet hair over my shoulder and onto my breast. His hands meet between my shoulder blades and begin to massage up and down my back in slow, methodical circles. I release my pent-up breath and begin to relax as his strong hands work their magic over my tense muscles.

  After a few minutes, he grabs a sponge and squeezes bodywash onto it and then works it into a good lather. He works in the same slow circular motion down my legs and over my torso until he reaches my breasts. He washes over them once with the sponge and then squeezes the lather in his hands and drops it.

  His eyes gleam, and I know his intent, but it still sends a thrill through my body like a bolt of lightning when his hands cup my breasts and squeeze. He massages the soap into them until they are both white mounds of soap. His fingers glide through the lather and slip over my smooth skin, brushing my nipples. He works his fingers over my areolas and around my now beading nipples but doesn’t touch them. Oh…but I want him to. Desperately want it.

  He rubs them into fevered peaks and then takes mercy on me and finally plucks them like ripe grapes. The sensation causes me to gasp. They’re so sensitive from his play that I nearly come on the spot. He’s watching my
face and sees the effect he’s having on me.

  “I’m going to make you come without ever touching you there, mo mhuirnín.” His voice is deeper, breathier, each word more weighted than the last. He emanates masculinity, and I feel a tingle intensify under his magical fingers.

  His hands are burning into my skin. The water sprinkles moisture so my breasts are slick and so sensitive I can feel the whisper of a caress with astounding depth and sensual clarity. It’s exhilarating. It’s addictive.

  “Think of me, Sulwen. Think of how I feel when I enter your hot, wet pussy. Think of how you stretch around me as I glide in and out of you. Think of how it feels when I circle your tight little nub with my thumb until you’re blind with pleasure. Think of it…” I start to feel the wave crest as it builds to a flaming intensity so strong that I grit my teeth together and squeeze my eyes shut. I’m burning, burning, and it feels so freaking good. I can’t take it anymore. I mewl and pant. My body is shaking. My hands are pulling at him. Desperately seeking release. I need it. Oh, sweet heaven, it’s so strong.

  His teeth clamp down on the flesh where my neck meets my shoulders, and I feel my orgasm crash over my body like a tsunami. My scream is muffled by his hand. He trails stinging bites up my neck and follows them with sweet licks that replace the sting with pure pleasure. Warm breath brushes my mouth as he nibbles my bottom lip and then he sucks it into his mouth and kisses me.

  His lips are punishing mine, and I’m pleasantly shocked by his voracious appetite for me. I moan and push myself into him. His erection is pulsing with his heart against my stomach, and it sends an electric current straight to my still throbbing core.

  Logan pulls back and cups my face. “God, you’re beautiful when you come. I could watch you all day.” His eyes travel over my face, memorizing me as if his life depends on it. For a moment his shield falters, and I can see longing in his eyes. He looks forlorn for a second but quickly shields it. I puzzle over it for a minute but decide to leave him be. I’m as confused as he is, and I can understand if he’s a little worried about the level of attraction between us.