of her womb. He held there for long, excruciating seconds and then he pulled out and started the process all over again, just a little bit faster. Then faster, faster, until he was slamming into her full force. The wooden wall bit into her back, his hands squeezing her wrists hard and tight. His cock jerked inside her and reflex had her squeezing down in return. And still, he kept going, so hard and so fast. Pleasure and pain blurred and she screamed.
His mouth covered hers, an animalistic snarl coming from him as though the sound of her screaming was exactly what he had been waiting for.
The orgasm grew inside instead of fading away and every time he shafted her, it seemed to grow just a little more out of control until it finally shattered her. Blood roared in her ears and for a minute, she couldn’t see, feel or anything as she bucked and shuddered and screamed her way through climax.
Shaky, hot, all but dying inside from the pleasure, Bo tried once more to reach for him and this time, he let go of her wrists and let her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled into his chest. Logan lowered her legs and wrapped his arms around her, stroking a hand up and down her back.
Tears stung her eyes but Bo wouldn’t let them fall.
* * * * *
His hand came up to lie on her belly. He’d carried them to bed and Bo was still too shaky to argue. The warm, heavy weight of him wasn’t helping either. Her body was hungry for more. She wanted to turn into him and snuggle close.
It was all she could do to lie still. When he touched her, she felt it clear down to her toes. His voice was sleep-rough as he said, “I didn’t wear a rubber.”
That was a fact that Bo was excruciatingly aware of, thank you. She glanced at him and then went back to contemplating the plank ceiling. “I’m on the Pill.” She’d started it in preparation for getting married. Up until then, she hadn’t needed it. She hadn’t been sleeping with David. David hadn’t seemed to mind when she had shied back. They hadn’t slept together before he’d proposed and after, Bo knew he had just assumed she wanted to wait.
David was sweet like that.
Sweet. Handsome. Sexy, even. But she didn’t get all gooey inside thinking about David.
The bed shifted beside her and from the corner of her eye, she could see Logan pushing up onto his elbow. He was staring at her. His hand rubbed in slow circles around her belly. How such a simple touch could feel so erotic, she didn’t know. “I didn’t mean to let it go that far, so fast. I…” his voice stopped abruptly and he took a deep breath. “Look, I meant to wear a rubber.”
“Meant to…sure.” She tried to tug away from him but he wouldn’t let go. “Look, I’m protected. I’m clean.”
His eyes had a weird, shuttered look to them. When he nodded, it was stiff and jerky. “Yeah. As a whistle.” Then his gaze lowered to her lips. Bo squirmed again but he rolled on top of her, effectively trapping her in place. “Bo.” He muttered her name against her lips.
Low against her belly, she felt the length of his cock. He was hard and throbbing. She kept waiting for the voice of reason to speak up but when she opened her mouth, it was to kiss him, not tell him to stop. With a groan, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Like he had been waiting for just that, he wedged his hips intothe cradle of hers and pushed inside.
Filling her. Completing her. That simple, that easy, all the confusion and doubts and questions fell away and for that time, nothing mattered but his hands, his mouth and his body, touching her, stroking her, kissing her. Taking her higher than she’d ever been.
By the time they came back down, she was exhausted and it seemed perfectly natural to fall asleep in his arms.
Chapter Four
“Finally.” Bo saw the sparkle of her engagement ring by the wall, mostly hidden by the curtain. She knelt down to pick it up and started to put it on but something stopped her.
She
His mouth covered hers, an animalistic snarl coming from him as though the sound of her screaming was exactly what he had been waiting for.
The orgasm grew inside instead of fading away and every time he shafted her, it seemed to grow just a little more out of control until it finally shattered her. Blood roared in her ears and for a minute, she couldn’t see, feel or anything as she bucked and shuddered and screamed her way through climax.
Shaky, hot, all but dying inside from the pleasure, Bo tried once more to reach for him and this time, he let go of her wrists and let her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled into his chest. Logan lowered her legs and wrapped his arms around her, stroking a hand up and down her back.
Tears stung her eyes but Bo wouldn’t let them fall.
* * * * *
His hand came up to lie on her belly. He’d carried them to bed and Bo was still too shaky to argue. The warm, heavy weight of him wasn’t helping either. Her body was hungry for more. She wanted to turn into him and snuggle close.
It was all she could do to lie still. When he touched her, she felt it clear down to her toes. His voice was sleep-rough as he said, “I didn’t wear a rubber.”
That was a fact that Bo was excruciatingly aware of, thank you. She glanced at him and then went back to contemplating the plank ceiling. “I’m on the Pill.” She’d started it in preparation for getting married. Up until then, she hadn’t needed it. She hadn’t been sleeping with David. David hadn’t seemed to mind when she had shied back. They hadn’t slept together before he’d proposed and after, Bo knew he had just assumed she wanted to wait.
David was sweet like that.
Sweet. Handsome. Sexy, even. But she didn’t get all gooey inside thinking about David.
The bed shifted beside her and from the corner of her eye, she could see Logan pushing up onto his elbow. He was staring at her. His hand rubbed in slow circles around her belly. How such a simple touch could feel so erotic, she didn’t know. “I didn’t mean to let it go that far, so fast. I…” his voice stopped abruptly and he took a deep breath. “Look, I meant to wear a rubber.”
“Meant to…sure.” She tried to tug away from him but he wouldn’t let go. “Look, I’m protected. I’m clean.”
His eyes had a weird, shuttered look to them. When he nodded, it was stiff and jerky. “Yeah. As a whistle.” Then his gaze lowered to her lips. Bo squirmed again but he rolled on top of her, effectively trapping her in place. “Bo.” He muttered her name against her lips.
Low against her belly, she felt the length of his cock. He was hard and throbbing. She kept waiting for the voice of reason to speak up but when she opened her mouth, it was to kiss him, not tell him to stop. With a groan, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Like he had been waiting for just that, he wedged his hips intothe cradle of hers and pushed inside.
Filling her. Completing her. That simple, that easy, all the confusion and doubts and questions fell away and for that time, nothing mattered but his hands, his mouth and his body, touching her, stroking her, kissing her. Taking her higher than she’d ever been.
By the time they came back down, she was exhausted and it seemed perfectly natural to fall asleep in his arms.
Chapter Four
“Finally.” Bo saw the sparkle of her engagement ring by the wall, mostly hidden by the curtain. She knelt down to pick it up and started to put it on but something stopped her.
She
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