To Make You Feel My Love (15 page)

Breathing in the rich smell of smoked wood clinging to her hair, he nuzzled her neck “Everything smells good on you, even burnt wood,” he chuckled, inhaling her scent.

“Oh, you smooth talker you,” she teased.

Logan ran his hands under the quilt, grazing her inner thighs. “I’m serious,” he whispered, “Everything is more intense when I’m with you.”

Heat radiated from his large hands through the thick material of her jeans. Biting her bottom lip, she stifled the moan trying to escape her lips as he inched his way closer to the seam of her jeans between her thighs. Sucking in a breath, she closed her eyes and laid her head back on his shoulder as he traced the seam so close to her throbbing clit with his thumb. She was already so close to coming apart, the friction was almost more than she could bear. She wanted to feel him inside her, and she didn’t want to wait.

“Do you feel that, Alana? The intensity between us, the electricity?” he added pressure as he stroked the seam at her entrance.

“Yesss,” she hissed, turning to nip at his jawline.

Almost as if he was reading her mind, he whispered “I need to be inside you, baby. I can’t wait until later.”

Alana’s eyes flew open, remembering where they were. “Here?” Her breath caught, “in front of everyone?”

“No one is paying attention to us. Look around, everyone is in their own little world.”

Looking around, she noticed he was right. Even Becky and Dusty had made a little haven by the tree next to the truck. Dusty was sitting against the tree, while Becky was straddling his lap. Alana could see Dusty’s hands massaging Becky’s back under her shirt. Becky’s hips rolled back and forth on his lap, their lips breaking long enough to look into one another’s eyes. The moon light shined on Dusty’s face, and Alana could see clearly the dark lust in his eyes as he stared up at Becky. Throwing her head back, Becky began a faster pace with her hips, as Dusty reached down to latch on to her nipples through her shirt. Watching their erotic movements turned her on more than she ever thought it would. Feeling like a voyeur, Alana turned her head toward Logan’s lust filled eyes.

Fumbling with the button of her jeans, he popped it open. “That could be us you know.”

“I don’t know Logan,” she tried to pull away from him, but he only held her tighter with one strong arm, nibbling and sucking on her neck.

“It’s okay, relax,” he soothed, rubbing her shoulders. “I promise, no one will know what we’re doing, they’re all doing the same thing.”

Leaning into his body, she let him take the lead because she needed this. Unzipping her jeans, he nudged for her to raise up and pulled her jeans down over her hips, lightly grazing her thighs as he made his way back up her legs. “You have the most amazing legs and soft skin. Are you relaxed now, baby?” he asked, cupping her mound and circling her clit.

Nodding her head, Alana licked her dry lips and closed her eyes.

“Good. You’re going to need to keep quiet now,” he whispered as he slipped his two large fingers into her wet channel. Alana gasped as he sunk slowly and deliberately into her, dragging his fingers against every nerve ending.

“So nice and wet. Do you like that, baby?”

All she could manage was a low moan in her throat and a nod of her head, afraid if she opened her lips, the sound would attract attention. Lord knew, she didn’t want him to stop

Placing a hand between their bodies, he freed his engorged cock from the confinement of his zipper. Alana felt the hot steel of his rigid cock against her bottom, causing wet heat to trickle from her core. Feeling his movements before she heard the tearing of a foil package, she clutched his thighs as he gripped her hips and raised her up enough that he could thrust into her. Turning her face into his neck, a moan slipped past her lips.

“Jesus,” he hissed, “you feel fan-fucking-tastic.”

Rocking his hips back and forth, he filled her with his hunger and need. This must be what heaven felt like. Hot breath rushed by her ear. “Shhh,” he whispered. Feeling his chest heaving against her back, he skated his hand around to add pressure to her clit as he pushed into her, deeper, harder.

Digging her nails into his thighs, she tried to hold another moan from escaping, tasting blood, as she clamped down on her bottom lip. It was too much, just too fucking much. The need to scream was overwhelming.

“Can you feel that, Alana? Can you feel what you do to me? So real, so intense,” he whispered. Tightening his grip on her waist, he lifted her up and let her slide back down onto him.

“Logan,” she hissed, “I can’t…”

“I know, come for me, baby, let me feel you fall apart around my dick.”

Closing her eyes in sheer, absolute bliss she gasped as this mind blowing climax hit her. Thrusting her head back against Logan’s hard chest, she bit down hard on her lips and sank her nails further into his thighs to suppress the scream she was holding back. On a growl, he sank his teeth into the sensitive part between her neck and shoulder, as he jerked and throbbed inside her.

“Fucking perfection,” he breathed his release, kissing her neck as the fog lifted and he remembered where they were. At that moment, he knew he belonged to her, heart, body and soul.

* * * * * * * *

Sunlight crept through the drapes, erasing the darkness from the room. Big warm arms cocooned Alana as she attempted to roll over without waking Logan.

“Not happening, sunshine,” he purred into her hair.

A bright smile covered Alana’s face, “What’s not happening?”

“You’re not getting away from me yet,” Logan pulled her closer.

“I wasn’t trying to get away.”

“Good, because I don’t want to let you go.”

Alana’s heart fluttered. Was he talking about right now or the future? She wanted so much to think about a future with Logan, but this was so new to the two of them.

“You know we can’t hide away in this bed forever. We promised Becky and Dusty a beach day.”

“Why would we do a thing like that?” he teased, nibbling on her earlobe.

“Because they are our friends, and want to show us a good time.”

“I can show you a good time right here,” he said cocking his eyebrows.

“Come on, babe. Don’t make this hard.”

“To late, I’m already hard,” he grinned, pushing his rock hard cock into her back.

“Oh .My. God. You are insatiable!” she squealed trying to escape the bed.

“You are correct. Now, what are you going to do about it?” he teased, biting her neck playfully.

“I’m afraid that’s not going to end well for you my friend.”

“No?” he asked, amused. “I think it’s going to end well for the both of us.”

Sliding his hands down her body, he found her wet sex dripping with desire. “Mmm, so wet for me already this morning,” he whispered hoarsely, grinding his erection against her entrance. Needing to feel him inside her, she arched her back into him, her sex clenched in heated anticipation, writhing beneath him in primal lust.

“Logan?” she asked sheepishly.

“Yes?”

“Can we try something?”

“Try something?” he questioned.

“Yes,
something
,” she grinned.

“Oh lord, I’m not sure I’m going to like this.”

“Well, I’ve read about how fulfilling,” she paused, swallowing loudly, “well, how good, uh, sex is supposed to feel here.” She pushed her bottom into his groin. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, raising up on his elbows to look at her.

“Honey, I want to experience everything with you. Claim every inch of this sweet little body of yours. But, baby, I don’t want to hurt you, and that’s not just something you do unprepared.”

“But all the books say it feels great.”

“What books?”

“Romance novels,” she said matter of factly.

Logan laughed. “I’d venture to say that those people who write about how great it feels, have never even tried it.”

“Have you?” she asked.

Hesitating so long, she almost thought he wasn’t planning on answering her, he finally responded. “Well,” he said, kissing her shoulder, “I’m definitely more experienced than you.”

“Can we at least try it?”

“I’ll tell you what, let’s try something first, okay?” he stroked her long hair.

“Okay.”

“Get the massage oil out of the nightstand drawer.”

“Massage oil?” she asked in surprise.

“Yeah,” he smiled, “I grabbed some. I thought you’d enjoy a good rub down. How about it?”

Her heart melted. He was the most generous lover, just like the ones she read about in her romance novels. Never having had a massage before, she was excited. Pulling the oil from the drawer, she handed it to him.

Straddling her mid-section, he leaned down to kiss her very gently. Pouring the oil into his palms, he slowly began rubbing his oiled hands down her arms, kneading her muscles very firmly, yet tender.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” She moaned.

Working his way down to her breasts, he grazed his thumb over her tightened nipples. Leaning down and taking each one into his mouth, he suckled gently. He continued the massage down her abdomen.

“God, Alana, you are beautiful. Pure perfection,” he praised, as he made his way on down her body, blowing his hot breath on her sex as he passed.

Once her front side was thoroughly manipulated, he delicately rolled her over to her stomach. Straddling her mid-section again, he methodically began at her shoulders and worked his way down her back, dropping light kisses on her skin, sending electrical bolts straight to her sex. Inching his way down her lower back to her bottom, caressing and massaging her body until she was nothing but putty in his hands.

“Are you relaxed, my angel?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed.

“Good,” he said, massaging the cheeks of her bottom, slowly spreading them apart.

With one hand he rubbed the mounds of her ass, the other he slipped into her wet cunt, dragging his finger over her extremely sensitive clit, then entered her pussy with two fingers. All Alana felt was pure pleasure. She was so relaxed, she didn’t notice what Logan’s hands were doing until his finger gently pushed inside her anus. Her eyes flew open as she realized what he was doing.

“Oh,” she gasped in surprise at the feeling of his fingers inside both her openings.

He paused quickly, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, don’t stop. It feels good.” At that moment, her body was so relaxed, everything felt magnificent.

Slowly, he began rhythmic pulsations in and out of her body. Dripping moisture gathered between her legs. Dipping his fingers into her slick, wet cunt, he dragged his wet fingers up to her rear cleft, inserting his thumb, pushing a little further then the last time. The pressure was filling, but not painful.

“Come here, baby,” he said, pulling her hips up from the mattress. “Are you sure about this?” he asked in a gravelly voice.

Shaking her head, she moaned, “Yes.”

“I’m not going to do anything that’s going to hurt, okay?”

“Mmhmm.” She did not want this to stop. It felt naughty, but so good.

Once again he rubbed and massaged the cheeks of her ass, slowly spreading them apart, coating her opening with her own wetness and massage oil. She felt the smooth head of his cock push against her. Leisurely, he pushed his way in. Her breath caught. This was more painful than his fingers. Not unbearable, but painful none the less. Adding a pressure to her clit for pleasure, he pushed a little deeper.

“Ah,” she yelped.
Okay, now that did not feel so good
.

“Shh,” he soothed, rubbing his free hand across her back. “It’s okay, we’re going slow. I’m not going to hurt you, baby, I promise.”

He was trying to be so tender. She had, after all, asked him for this. The pain from his entrance, combined with the pleasure of teasing her clit was an oddly gratifying feeling. One she welcomed however. She pushed the pain from her mind, welcoming the sensations rocketing through her body. Adding more pressure to her clit as he circled it, he slowly pushed in and out of her, sending the most pleasurable orgasm vibrating throughout her body. She tried to push her hips against his groin to take him deeper, but he kept a tight grip on her as she shuddered around his engorged cock. Coaxing her down from her mind blowing orgasm, he pulled out from her, kissing trails down her back.

“Oh, Logan,” she moaned.

“Are you okay?”

“God, yes, more than okay,” she smiled.

Smiling against her skin, he pushed his still hard cock into her wet pussy, releasing a sigh of contentment.

“Oh, Jesus Alana, you feel so damn good.” Rocking back and forth, in and out, riding the feeling of euphoria until they both exploded with a scream, collapsing on the bed side by side.

“Oh my god, Logan,” she said through gasping breaths, “that was incredible. It felt amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Baby that was just the head,” he smiled against her hair.

Alana’s eyes popped open, “Seriously?”

He chuckled, and kissed her head. “It would’ve hurt you if I had gone any further.”

“Well, in that case, you were right, and I’m glad you took it slow and easy. I’m not sure how much more I could’ve handled.”

“But, you enjoyed it? I didn’t hurt you?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me. You made me feel amazing. Treasured.”

“You are treasured, my angel.” Cupping her face between his hands, he pulled her closer and kissed her lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up, I’ll be right back.” Rising from the bed, he headed to the bathroom. Returning with a warm, wet washcloth, he tenderly placed a kiss on her forehead before cleaning her. Yep, he was never letting her go.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“I am starving! You want to head to the Waffle House for some smothered and covered hash browns?” Alana asked while pulling her hair into a messy pony tail.

“Sure, whatever you want,” he replied, slipping on his jeans. “Do you want me to call Dusty and Becky and see if they want to eat with us?”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

While walking into the small living room, Logan’s phone began to ring. Looking at the screen, he saw Dusty’s name and number. With the swipe of his finger he answered the phone. “Hey man, I was just going to call you.”