Kairos (7 page)

He lowers down, and as his warm breath tickles my lips, the air lumps in my throat, and I can’t breathe. Soft, moist lips caress mine for the briefest of moments, and then they’re gone. I slowly open my eyes and blink a few times to find him taking the key from the clerk, and then he turns and winks at me. My hand is still in his. As he steps away and walks toward the stairs, I follow like a puppy on a leash.

Our room is large, with a four-poster bed in the right corner. There’s a master bath with a huge Jacuzzi tub in the center, double sinks, and a shower big enough for three or four people. I toss my purse on the nightstand and pull off my sandals. The hardwood floor is cool on my soles as I tread into the bathroom. There are double doors that are swung wide but can be latched to the floor and locked for privacy. Good to know that little fact because I can’t see myself peeing with Logan watching. God forbid anything of the other nature strike. I make a mental note to eat a lot of cheese. I giggle to myself and walk toward the shower to turn on the water.

Logan carries the bag with the toiletries we bought on the way here into the bathroom and places it on the counter. We briefly glance at each other, and an awkward silence follows. He’s looking into my eyes for an answer to a question that needs not be spoken, and I find myself nodding. He grins at me and closes the distance between us.

He moves in front of me, and I feel his breath tickle my neck as he leans past me and reaches into the shower to turn the water on. Then he’s facing me. I tremble a little. His eyes heat as he takes in my apprehension. He’s all predator now, and I’m the willing prey.

He brings both hands to my face and cups my cheeks like precious china. He’s going to kiss me. That is the last thought I have before his mouth claims mine with burning desire.

He groans into my mouth as our tongues dance with each other. His plush lips are soft and sweet and remind me of marshmallows. I melt into him as my body answers the call my hormones have been raging for. I’m about to have the hottest sex of my life. I know this with a surety I’ve never experienced before.

He deepens the kiss, and I feel his teeth bear down on my bottom lip. It’s a little rough, but it turns me on. I had no idea I liked rough, but I’m finding I do very much. I run my fingers through his silky hair and pull none too gently, and he groans again. I can feel his erection pushing into my belly, and my panties are now thoroughly wet. I’m pulsing with need.

He pulls away from the kiss but tugs on my bottom lip again with his teeth. Damn, that’s hot! I find myself biting my lip with anticipation. I’m so excited by him that I swear I will probably come at the first skin-to-skin contact, and I really don’t care. I just want to see him, touch him, and feel him deep within my body.

I tremble again, and he puts his hand on my arm to steady me. Then his long fingers snake a trail down to my wrist, where he plants a tender kiss. Our eyes never lose contact, and his are on fire with lust. I’m still biting my bottom lip when his thumb rises up to tug my lip from my mouth and caress it.

Logan steps back and begins to unbutton his shirt with a practiced speed. He tosses it on the sink, and I gaze appreciatively at him. His body is chiseled perfection, and I want a taste. I can’t help myself as I step forward and lower my mouth to his delectable chest. My tongue licks a hot trail from his nipple to his throat, and he hisses through his teeth at the contact.

I gently bite his neck, and his erection twitches in his shorts against my belly. My lips work to his ear and blow a gentle, warm breath on his lobe. His groan is strangled as he swiftly reaches in and shuts off the shower and then sweeps me off my feet and carries me to the bed. I squeal and cling fearfully to his neck.

“I’ve got you.” And with those three words, my body turns liquid in his arms. They are three simple words that he infuses so much meaning into. He wants my trust, and I find myself nodding at him with a shy smile on my face. He smiles back and then lays me gently on the bed.

He quickly pulls the covers back. And then his fingers are on my legs and working their way up my capri shorts to my thighs, where he pauses and eyes me with a wicked little smirk. Then they continue to move up to my hips and just beneath my belly button to unfasten the clasp. The zipper comes next, and then my shorts are lying in a puddle on the floor beside the bed, and my shirt quickly follows. I’m lying beneath Logan in nothing but my panties and bra, and he’s still wearing his shorts.

I wrestle my hands between us as his mouth takes mine again in a slow and delicious manner. It’s hard to focus on my task because his mouth is doing extraordinary things to mine, and I can’t catch my breath. I’m swiftly whipped back to reality when my fingers graze his happy trail and locate his button and zipper. As his shorts fall open, I come into contact with a pair of boxer briefs and slip my fingers beneath the elastic band. His mouth stills on mine.

Emboldened by his abrupt hesitation, I slide my right hand farther down the coarse blond trail and find his arousal straining against its confinement. I run my thumb over the satiny head and smooth the bead of moisture there over him. He groans and pushes his cock into my hand involuntarily.

With my free hand, I push his pants and underwear down and then push on his chest. He sits up and then stands. My hand is still holding his cock, so I follow and sink to my knees as he removes the last of his clothes. My thumb continues stroking small circles over the head of his cock, and I finally remove my eyes from his intense stare and get my first glimpse of his substantial erection. I knew he was large, and he doesn’t disappoint. My mouth waters just looking at it.

I look up to find him watching me with unbridled passion glowing in his eyes and a tense set to his mouth as he eagerly awaits my decision. I lean forward and slowly lick where my thumb has spread his moisture over the head of his penis. He groans, and his hands grip the back of my head reflexively.

I close my eyes to his and allow myself to simply live in the moment. I take his cock into my mouth and suck…hard. His hips push him deeper into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I pull back a little, and he shivers.

“Jesus Christ! Shit. I’m sorry, Sulwen.” His breathing has picked up, and his face is flushed a little, but I wink at him and close my eyes again and proceed to devour him with an enthusiasm I have never shown for oral sex.

He tastes salty but with a distinct Logan sweetness. It’s heady, and I begin to sink into a quick rhythm that drives him crazy. His fingers pull roughly on my hair as I take him deep into my throat and hum to heighten his pleasure.

“Fuck. That feels so damn good!” he mutters as his eyes clench shut and his mouth tightens. His hips thrust gently into my mouth, and I begin to suck him with the single-minded obsession to make him come like he has never come in his life.

I suck hard and twirl my tongue around the head of his dick like it’s my favorite lollipop. Up and down. Up and down. Deeper and deeper into my throat. And as I feel his dick start to swell with his impending release, I hum a little harder and draw the head a little deeper so he can feel my throat vibrate as the noise travels up and through my mouth. His entire body trembles from the sensation, and if I didn’t have my mouth full I would be grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

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.