“It’s not funny,” she protests, but she’s laughing too. “I’m serious.”
I bend down and brush my lips over her knee, sliding my beard over her skin until she loosens up. “Open your legs. Show me that butterfly pose you do.”
“This?” She keeps the soles of her feet touching and drops her knees to the side.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. Even with those little red cotton panties in my way. Slowly, I trace my fingers over her calves, working my way up to her inner thighs. Different spots make her giggle or gasp. Each time there’s a little hitch in her breath, I stop and kiss the spot. When I’m close to my ultimate destination, I slide her feet apart, making room for myself.
“That’s not butterfly anymore,” she says.
“Call it the Rooster.” I brush my knuckles down her center and she sighs, eyelids fluttering closed. “Watch me.”
She blinks her eyes open and focuses on my face. I stroke my thumb up and down her slit, gradually pushing harder and harder.
“Oh.” She shifts her hips.
“Ready?” I hold up the vibrator.
She bites on the tip of her thumb. “I think so.”
I hit the power button, keeping it at the lowest setting while I roll it over her inner thighs, taking my time, letting her get used to it.
“Do you want me to take these off?” She hooks her fingers in her underwear.
“Not yet.”
I rest the wide head of the vibrator on a spot above her clit. She looks so damn serious, frowning and staring like the damn thing’s about to burst into flames.
The only thing ready to blow here, is me.
I drag the vibrator to the left, then to the right. Slowly repeating the pattern without making contact with her clit.
“Oh God.”
“Good?”
“Yes.”
I tug on her underwear. She lifts her hips so I can slide them down her legs and toss them aside. “What were you thinking, wearing those to bed?” I tease.
“Bedbugs.”
“Jesus.” I laugh and shake my head. “No bedbugs.”
Again, she rests her hand over her pussy, blocking me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No,” she whispers, moving her hand to her leg.
“That’s my girl.”
I rest the vibrator a few centimeters north of her clit and jack up the speed.
“Oh, shit.”
“Good?”
“Uh-huh.” Her eyes close and she falls back against the bed.
Fuck, this is killing me.
Deep breath. One after the other. Let it out slow. I don’t want her to know how close I am to chucking everything and burying myself inside her like a horny gorilla.
The bathtub fuck should’ve calmed me down for a while but no, desperation to slam inside her crawls over my skin.
Patience. I roll the vibrator down and adjust the speed again.
“Mnph,” she mumbles and raises her hips.
“Good?”
“I…I.. don’t…ohmygod.”
Sounds like a yes to me.
The thing’s buzzing like a helicopter now. Watching her closely for a reaction, I press harder.
“Oh shit!” She bows off the bed. “Fuck.”
Jackpot.
Her legs tremble, toes curling into the bedspread. Eyes squeezed tight and breathing hard, she works her body against the vibrator.
“Feel good?” I ask.
She screams something close to a “yes.” Her hips buck wildly for a few more seconds, then she yelps and squeezes her legs shut.
“No more! Oh my God.”
I turn it off and toss it. Grabbing her hips, I yank her closer and thrust inside, fast and deep.
“Oh shit, yes!” She wraps her arms and legs around me. “Fuck me hard,” she pants in my ear.
I answer with a growl and nip her shoulder. “You’re so fucking wet,” I rasp. “Can still feel your pussy squeezing the fuck outta me. Did you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Our pulses race together. Underneath me she chants a string of yeses that blend into one long, continuous sound. I’m balancing on a knife’s edge, trying to hold out for her to come again. Her legs tremble against my sides. Unable to control myself for another second, I fuck her hard and fast. Moaning, groaning, and twitching until our sweaty bodies reach the peak again.
“Shelby.” My throat’s so tight I barely squeeze out her name.
She stares up at me with love shining in her eyes as we fall over the edge together.
Shelby
Sweet relief relaxes muscles I hadn’t even realized were tense. My body sinks into the mattress as Logan pulls away.
“You all right?”
My lips curl into a dopey smile. I might be the musician, but Logan knows how to play my body like a cherished instrument. “I feel thoroughly and roughly loved.”
He chuckles. “You are.”
We’ve practically been fused together since we got to the hotel but I still need more skin-on-skin contact. I flop to my side and drape myself over his body. He welcomes me by curling his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my hip.
Something cold rolls and lands against my butt. Rooster shifts, picking it up. The vibrator. He sets it on the nightstand.
“That thing needs a license to operate,” I mumble.