Slow and Easy: Sensual Erotica Boxed Set (2 page)

“
There.” Wrench in hand,
Logan stood and slung water from his arms. “Temporary fix until the
plumbers start on Monday.”

Grinning, Bibi clapped. “You’ve got mad
plumbing skills, Lo.”

He chortled and wiped his forehead across a
dry patch of t-shirt. “You seem surprised.”

“
Electricity and water
don’t mix well. I wouldn’t assume you’d come across many plumbing
issues while working on wiring.”

“
You’d be surprised,” Logan
dryly replied. He carefully placed the wrench on the counter. Her
gaze fixed on the wet fabric clinging to his rippled abs. He seemed
to notice her stare. When he grasped the bottom of his tee and
started to lift, Bibi’s heart fluttered. She got the tiniest
glimpse of his tan belly and the top of his happy trail before he
paused. “Where do you keep your towels?”

“
What?” She glanced up
guiltily. He repeated his question. “Oh.” She pointed to the linen
closet before slowly retreating toward the door. “I’ll see if I can
find a t-shirt big enough for you.”

Bibi hastily exited the bathroom. She rifled
through her closet in search of the summer league softball tee
she’d ordered in the wrong size. Red shirt in hand, she returned to
the bathroom. She swallowed hard at the sight of Logan, naked from
the waist up. Even in her wildest fantasies, his body didn’t look
that good. Gorgeous tan skin, toned muscle, a smattering of hair,
the occasional pale scar—she yearned to run her hands up and down
his chest, to teethe his collarbone.

As if sensing her, Logan’s head popped up.
He held her gaze for a moment longer than usual. She felt suddenly
uneasy, almost guilty. Smiling, she extended the shirt and started
toward him. Her bare foot hit a patch of water and slid across the
slick tile. Thrown off balance, Bibi gasped and fell forward.

In a flash, Logan leapt at her, arms
outstretched. Somehow he caught her. As they tumbled to the ground,
Logan prepared to bear the brunt. Bibi frantically placed her hands
behind his head, desperate to protect him from serious injury. They
hit the floor with a muted smack, Logan’s bare back against the
tile, her hands smashed between his head and the floor. She
awkwardly straddled Logan’s hips, his hands on the small of her
back.

Face contorted with worry, Bibi pried her
hands from the back of his head and touched his face. She gazed
down into his dazed eyes. “Are you hurt? Should I call an
ambulance? Mierda! You’ve probably broken your back—.”

Logan grinned and touched her lips. “Shh.
I’m fine. Sore but fine.”

Bibi relaxed and smiled. Her hands moved
from his face to his chest as she steadied herself. Logan’s fingers
slid from her lips to her jaw in a soft caress. His smile confused
her. “What?”

“
You,” he said quietly.
“You’re adorable with your face all scrunched up like
that.”

“
Like what?”

“
Worried,” he
explained.

“
Of course I’m worried.
You’re super important to me, Logan.”

Logan’s expression morphed from amusement to
surprise. Bibi silently cursed her stupidity. She’d done it. She’d
let him see how much she cared. Logan’s lips parted and closed. Her
belly tightened as she prepared for an easy let-down. This was it.
She was about to lose him. He was going to give her some line about
friends and awkwardness and then she'd never see him again, not
like this.

Unexpectedly, Logan’s hand tangled in her
hair. Without warning, he sat up and pressed his lips against hers.
Bibi stiffened with shock and then melted with need. Her arms
curled around his shoulders, holding him close as they hungrily
kissed. Rather brazenly, she swept her tongue against his lower lip
and prodded until he gave access. He welcomed her invading tongue,
a low growl emanating from his throat.

As their tongues swirled, Bibi felt Logan’s
fingers tugging on her robe’s sash. The lapels fell open,
displaying her full breasts, the cocoa nipples already erect with
excitement. Logan lips abandoned her mouth and sought the supple
peaks. Head thrown back, Bibi moaned with pleasure. His warm tongue
teased her sensitive nipples; his strong hands gently massaged the
flesh.

Soon, his lips were on her neck, his hands
gripping her ass. Feeling her inner domme, Bibi shoved on Logan’s
shoulders, forcing his back to the floor once again. Her teeth
grazed the tender skin of his neck and collar bone as she kissed
her way down his chest. Tongue flicking across his nipples, she
toyed with the crisp hair just above his jeans. She sat up, her
knees on either side of his thighs, and unlatched the buckle of his
belt. His green eyes darkened as he watched her unbutton his fly
and lower the zipper. Logan’s stiff cock had already escaped the
front placket of his blue cotton boxers.

"Lift your hips," she ordered and shimmied
down his thighs.

"Yes, ma'am!" Laughing, Logan hastily
complied with her order, allowing her to tug his jeans down to his
knees.

Smiling devilishly, Bibi walked her fingers
oh-so-slowly down his tummy to the waistband of his boxers. She
peeled the fabric down, revealing his twitching penis and tightened
balls. Logan’s breathing hitched as her fingers lightly encircled
the thick shaft and teasingly stroked up and down, coming close to
the head but never touching. The fingers of her other hand brushed
against his testicles.

Desperate to taste him, she scooted down his
legs a bit more and lowered her mouth. Her wet tongue swiped the
length of him. A hint of salt and his uniquely male scent invaded
her senses. Logan’s legs stiffened as she sucked the head of his
cock into her mouth, lavishing it with the warmth of her tongue and
lips. The fat crown stretched her lips and pulsed against her
tongue. He was so hot for her, and it showed.

“
Bibi!”

His exclamation thrilled her. Knowing she
could affect him so made her pussy wet. Power was one hell of an
aphrodisiac, and she loved it. Logan grunted and sighed as she
bobbed on his cock. Relaxing her jaw, she took more and more of his
throbbing hard length between her lips. She glanced up at him as
she started to suck his cock deep into the back of her throat.
Resting on his elbows, Logan's face contorted with pure ecstasy as
she allowed his cock in the hot, wet alcove at the back of her
throat. She'd always prided herself on her cock sucking skills and
was suddenly very glad she'd given them so much practice. The look
on Logan's face was payment enough.

Pulling back, Bibi licked her palm, slicking
the skin, and worked it in tandem with her mouth. With each
downward movement of her lips, Bibi stroked his cock. Up and down,
up and down, until his hips lifted up to meet her. Her humming was
nearly his undoing.

“
Fuck! Bibi!” His hands
grasped her face, gently tugging her away from his cock. She
playfully flicked her tongue against the underside of the purpling
head, and he shuddered. “Not yet,” he whispered, thumb caressing
her cheek. "I don't want to come yet."

Nodding, she moved up his body until their
lips met. He worked the robe off her arms and flung it aside. She
loved the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her, pulling
her closer. He grabbed her hips and tugged her upward until she
straddled his stomach. Confused, she gave him a questioning
look.

“
Sit on my face, baby,”
Logan urged in a low voice.

Bibi gulped at his frank request. She
considered refusing but the look in his eyes, that hungry need to
eat her cunt, made her comply. With as much grace as possible, Bibi
moved her trembling knees on either side of his head. Logan gripped
her buttocks and pulled her pussy down over his mouth. She yelped
as his flattened tongue swiping her wet slit. His rough hands
clamped on her trembling thighs, forcing them wide, opening her sex
to his exploring tongue. He traced her inner lips and swirled his
tongue against her clit.

The sensation he aroused was unlike any
she’d ever felt. No man had ever taken to her pussy in such a way.
Logan devoured her like a starving man, his tongue prodding her
core, gathering her juices. His lips suckled her swollen clit,
making her shriek and shake. At first, she’d tried to remain as
still as possible, worried she’d inadvertently hurt him if she
moved. But that strategy soon proved impossible. Hands on her
breasts, eyes squeezed shut, she whimpered and gyrated atop his
mouth.

“
That’s it, baby,” Logan
urged excitedly. “Fuck my face.”

His filthy words spurred her onward. Bibi
fell forward, hands on the cold tile. Logan clasped her ass and
held tight as he assaulted her clit. Her begging moans echoed off
the tile. Toes curling, she panted and rocked against his mouth.
She came suddenly, the force of her orgasm tearing a scream from
her throat. Wetness gushed from her sex, and Logan lapped it up,
his tongue continuing to torture her even as she begged him to
stop.

Bibi crawled away from him, her jelly legs
barely supporting her weight. She rolled onto her back and shivered
with aftershocks. Logan moved closer and pulled her into his arms,
cradling her head against his chest. She could smell her musk on
his lips as he bent to kiss her forehead. Even though she’d just
had the most amazing orgasm of her life, she suddenly wanted
more.

“
Bedroom,” she croaked.
“Now.”

Logan grinned mischievously. “Yes,
ma’am.”

*

As Logan led Bibi into her bedroom, he
marveled at this strange twist of fate. All this time he’d craved
her, been too afraid to say anything for fear of spooking her, and
she’d wanted him all along. Thank god for those crappy pipes!

Bibi paused at her bedside table and
retrieved a condom from the top drawer. He sat on the edge of her
bed and kicked off his shoes. His socks and hastily yanked up jeans
and boxers were quickly discarded. Bibi walked toward him, hips
swaying, breasts bouncing. Her neat and short pubic hair glistened
with his saliva and her juices. He could still smell her delicious
cunt on his lips. Just the thought of her shrieks, her sex in spasm
against his lips, made his cock twitch. She was the fucking sexiest
woman he’d ever seen, and for tonight at least, she was his. He
meant to enjoy every minute with her.

Logan took the condom from Bibi’s fingers,
ripped the wrapper and deftly applied the sheath to his straining
dick. He drew Bibi closer and hauled her onto his lap. She moved
her knees into a comfortable straddling position and slowly lowered
her dripping pussy over his shaft. He kissed her, sucking lower lip
between his teeth as she took every last inch of him inside her
tight, hot cunt. Their kisses deepened as she rocked back and
forth, his hands gripping her ass and directing her movements.

“
Ride me, Bibi. Ride me
hard.”

“
Logan!”

His hands supported her back as she bounced
wildly on his cock. He could feel her slick cream pooling around
the base of his cock. Bibi’s pebbled nipples brushed against his
chest. A thin sheen covered her body, the tan skin flushed with
arousal and exertion. The sound of the soft suction between their
bodies excited Logan.

Flopping back, Logan reveled in the sight of
Bibi gyrating atop him. When she started to grind against his
pelvis, he reached between them and flicked her clit with his
thumb. It took only a few seconds of stimulation before she
stiffened and came. Teeth clenched, he held back, content to watch
her face, to listen to her mewling cries.

All that passion he’d seen in her art found
its way into her bedroom. The way she clung to him, her lips
against his ear, her fingers biting into his shoulders, conveyed
the depth of her lust. He’d never felt so wanted in his entire life
and desperately needed to show her the same.

Cradling her against his chest, Logan
carefully stood and spun around until his knees touched the edge of
the mattress. He lowered her to the bed and climbed between her
welcoming thighs. Slipping into her hot depths, he sensually
claimed her lips. Bibi mewled softly, her hands caressing his
sides. He cupped her face and brushed gentle kisses over her nose
and lips. Languid and smooth, he thrust into her.

With each deep stroke, Bibi’s lips fell open
and her eyes widened. Wanting to 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. Bibi 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!” Bibi 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.”

Bibi 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. Bibi’s brass headboard knocked against the wall
with an alarming rate. His muscles burned but he ignored them. He
wanted Bibi to unravel beneath him. He wanted her to always
remember what he’d done to her.

Erratic spasms heralded Bibi’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.