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show her just how good he could make her feel, Logan sat back on his heels and lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. Blaire gasped at the change. His newly angled cock stroked all the right places. Her fingernails dug into his thighs, her toes pressed against his nape.
    “Faster!” Blaire groaned and clutched at his thighs. “Fuck! More, Logan! More!”
    He hastened the snap of his hips, pounding his cock into her tight cunt. She practically wept as she pleaded for deliverance. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. He sucked her fingertips, coating them with his saliva. He placed the fingers against her curls. “Rub your pussy for me.”
    Blaire breathlessly complied, seemingly desperate for release. He loved the look of wanton abandon coloring her face. The determined arch of her eyebrows, the little “O” her lips made. Holding onto her lifted thighs, Logan whipped his hips at breakneck speed. Blaire’s brass headboard knocked against the wall at an alarming rate. His muscles burned but he ignored them. He wanted Blaire to unravel beneath him. He wanted her to always remember the first time they were together.
    Erratic spasms heralded Blaire’s orgasm. She called his name again and again until—finally—she shrieked and convulsed. He groaned at the rippling sensation of her cunt milking his cock. His balls tightened and drew up just seconds before he felt the euphoric rush of orgasm. Dropping her legs, Logan bent forward and kissed her, stifling her outbursts as his cum filled the latex reservoir. They jerked and panted, hands clutching, breaths mixing, heartbeats wildly stuttering.
    Logan reluctantly withdrew and stumbled into the bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom, he found Blaire resting on her side, curiously regarding him. His belly tightened with apprehension. Did she regret their tryst? Would she toss him out now?
    A sleepy smile graced her blissed-out face. She reached out for him. “Stay?”
    Relief washed over him. He gave a small nod. “Yes.”

Chapter Five
     
    Ticklish butterfly kisses dancing across her lower back woke Blaire from a deep sleep. Blinking with confusion, she spotted the top drawer of her bedside table slightly ajar. The grayish light of early morning illuminated the room. More feverish kisses dotted the curves of her derriere, spurring memories of the night prior. She smiled lazily. “Logan.”
    “Blaire,” he replied, his lips against her ass. He slowly kissed his way up her spine and curved his body against hers. She melted against him, pressing her backside against his morning erection. His muscular arms encircled her waist. Goose bumps erupted on her skin as his teeth grazed the turn of her throat. His scent made her ache for closeness. She reached back and sifted her fingers through his short hair.
    Logan’s callused fingers found their way into the thatch of hair covering her sex. She shifted her legs, inviting him inside. A soft groan penetrated the early morning silence as Logan teasingly circled her clit. Ever so slowly, his fingers drifted lower and penetrated her right to the core.
    “You’re so fucking wet.” Growling, Logan buried his face in her hair. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
    “Just fuck me first,” she said with laughter and need. She brought his free hand to her breast, encouraging him to toy with her nipple. Each pinch elicited sharp gasps and sent fiery jolts straight to her clit. She bucked against him, widening her legs, urging him to penetrate her.
    But he didn’t.
    “Roll onto your belly, baby.”
    Blaire obeyed, sighing as Logan nipped at her neck. Resting her chin on folded arms, she relaxed into Logan’s touch. He straddled her thighs and massaged her shoulders and back with his big, strong hands. When Logan palmed her buttocks, his thumb brushed against the pucker hidden between them. Butterflies danced through Blaire’s belly. Was he really wanting to do… that ?
    She pushed back against