Logan’s POV
I grabbed her waist and yanked her towards me. I whipped her around, pulled the zipper of her skirt down from her waist and pushed the skirt over her hips.
She stepped out of it almost daintily, but I knew she was far from the innocent girl she was portraying. She wore only a white lace pair of panties and a white slip underneath her clothes.
For a moment, my eyes feasted on the tiny but graceful curves of her body, the small roundness of her ass, her pale, pert breasts and lovely long legs. Every muscle in my body was taut, screaming to leap into action. I couldn’t wait for her to undress me.
Erinne grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer, then began unbuttoning it with renewed urgency. Soon my clothes joined hers on the floor. My hands were tearing at her neck when she came to me, unfastening my trousers, fingers moving swiftly.
Neither of us cared much about discovering ourselves sexually. We barely even noticed the nakedness of the other. Sexual satisfaction was uppermost. She wanted me. I wanted her. And the need to come together was a driving force that could not be contained.
I carried her to the bed and we sprawled on it together. She wrapped her legs around me, then pushed against me until I was the one underneath her. She straddled me, my hard dick bunching under her cleft, a desirous smile on her face.
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue as I came to lie beside her, her eyes still locked on the dark blue depths of mine. I looked down at her mouth, the slight sheen of her glistening lips making my groin instantly swell with desire.
I knew she was roping me into agreeing with her proposal, but I really longed to taste her, to quench the raging fire of desire in my groin that one single kiss had ignited. Besides, it had been several days since I’d felt a woman’s mouth on mine.
Ever since I’d lost Aria, I’d also lost interest in women and sex in general. But all it needed for me to be interested again was that one kiss.
I felt my upper body tilting towards her, slowly, as if some invisible force was pushing me from behind. My mouth was within an inch of hers, her soft breath wafted over my lips, and then the tip of her tongue peeked out again, and I was totally taken.
I leaned down and crushed her mouth beneath mine in a kiss that was both hard but tender at the same time, the softness of her lips a perfect bed for the insistent pressure of mine. I drove my tongue through her softly parted lips and my lower body leapt in response as her tongue began to dance and play with mine. Heat coursed through me, the burning lava-hot need filling me to bursting point as I held her closer to deepen the kiss.
One of my hands cupped her face while the other went to the small curve of her breast, my palm feeling the tight bud of her nipple pressing into it. Her tongue flicked against mine, her soft mouth hot and sweet and her body pressing against mine with increasing need.
Her small white teeth nibbled back at my bottom lip, the tugging sensation sending my senses into overdrive. I was going to explode if I didn’t call a halt soon. I felt like a teenager who hadn’t yet learnt how to control the trigger on his release. I wanted her so badly I could feel my body preparing for it, the ache unbearable as she brushed against me in increasing urgency.
My hands cupped her bottom and pulled her into my hardness, the pulsing urgency of my body warming the sheets beneath us. I kissed her neck once, then I pulled back.
“Take off your underwear,” I commanded, and ahe obliged, giving me the most sensual look as she rolled the flimsy white material down her legs. Soon she was laying, utterly naked beside me.
I leaned over her again and rubbed my thumb over the tight point of her nipple, back and forth in a caressing movement, until Erinne began to squirm and moan underneath me. I trailed my fingers down the soft skin between her full breasts, lingering over each light pink, pebbly nipple and the darker patch of skin around it. Then I leaned down and pressed my mouth to each one, rolling my tongue over them in turn, my stomach kicking in excitement when I heard her groan of pleasure.
“I want to fuck you, Erinne,” I mumbled against her nipples, and she moaned in response.
“Do it then, Alpha Logan.”
I leaned away from her, then gave her a hard, urgent kiss. Then I plunged my index finger into her wet, warm pussy without warning.
She gasped again when I slowly inserted my finger into her silky warmth, the tantalising movement mimicking what I longed to do with my aroused length. My stomach tilted in delight when I felt her naked body pressing against my skin as she arched away from the bed. She was moaning again and again, my name punctuating the moans, and she grabbed my shoulders for support.
“Alpha Logan…” She murmured against my lips.
I tore my mouth off hers long enough to yank off my own underwear.
She let out a rapturous gasp as I entered her in a single thrust, her body grabbing at me greedily, her mouth letting out moans like crazy.
She arched up to meet my next downward thrust, and soon we began to sync in our movement as I thrust in and out of her. Orgasm came sooner than I had thought, my whole world splintering into a thousand pieces, my cry of release just a couple of seconds ahead of hers. I felt the shudders of my release reverberate through my body where it was pressed against hers, my pelvis hitting against hers as I jerked.
Soon we shuddered to a stop, and I rolled over. I stared at the roof as we were plunged in silence for a few minutes, and unbidden came to me the image of Aria, on this same bed only about a week ago. For some reason, something in my heart shriveled up and died, and all the excitement of our sex went with it, leaving me with guilt and a cold emptiness.
Erinne leaned over me, her breath warming my face. “So, I’m your mistress now?” She asked again.
“Sure,” I muttered, then shrugged her hands off my shoulder and stood up from the bed, heading for the chamberpot in the corner. “You should see yourself out soon. I would like to be alone.”