Chapter 142
Soon, I walked into the front door of my apartment. It had been twenty-four hours since I'd been there, and it seemed desolate somehow. Empty. I quickly pushed the thought aside as I hung up my coat and dressed in casual jeans and a nice blue shirt and matching light sweater-the kind that's longer in the front than in the back.
Then, I headed out to the kitchen and decided to make some good old-fashioned spaghetti and meatballs. Logan had always called it 'comfort food for the soul'.
Within minutes, I had the water for the spaghetti on to boil, the sauce cooking, and was rolling the meatballs when I heard a knock on the door. "Just a minute!" I yelled as I washed up and hurried to the door, wiping my hands on a dishtowel.
I flung the door open, and Logan was leaning against the door facing. "You really should ask who it is before you open the door," he said in a seductive voice as he handed me a bouquet of purple Lisianthus, my favorite flower. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a light blue shirt, open at the neck, with black boots very sexy. My heart leapt in my chest just at the sight of him.
"You remembered," I said, eyeing the flowers.
He shrugged as he gave me a heartbreaking smile, handing them to me. "How could I forget?"
I gave him a quick kiss on the lips as my heart pounded against my rib cage, and then stood back to let him in. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable while I finish up."
"Oh no you don't," he said, and then scooped me into his arms and carried me into the kitchen.
I laughed. "I don't think I have any legs when you're around."
He lifted an eyebrow. "Well, I don't know about that, but you aren't allowed to walk while I'm around to carry you."
I laughed. "Keep this up and I'll burn dinner."
"So, what else is new?"
I smacked him lightly on the chest, laughing. "Hey, now!"
"To the kitchen, it is," he teased as he carried me in and stood me down on my feet. "What can I do to help?"
I lifted a seductive eyebrow. "Don't make me answer that."
He laughed and nibbled on my neck. "Oh. Is that so?" he whispered against my skin.
It took all of my strength and willpower to pull a vase from the cabinet, fill it with water, and artfully arrange the flowers. But Logan was still kissing my neck, sending shivers over my body. "Mind if I put these on the table?"
He shook his head against my neck, but didn't release me. "Dinner smells great, but can we turn it off for a bit?"
I laughed as I turned around in his arms to face him. "Sure," I said as I pressed my lips to his, so turned on by him that I couldn't wait. I managed to set the vase down on the counter, turned off the stove, and then eyed the dining room table. I hadn't set it yet. Perfect. I started unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time, gently pushing him backward toward the table as he gripped my shirt and pulled it off. A minute later, I had his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his luscious hard muscles, and began exploring the pits and valleys of his chest and abs with my lips and tongue.
He pulled my shirt up over my head and let it fall to the floor, and then undid my jeans. Then, he lifted me onto the table and slid my jeans down my legs and threw them onto the floor beside my shirt.
I reached for his jeans, but he stopped me as he pushed me back onto the table and kissed down my stomach to my thong panties, and then gently moved them aside as he fingered my clit, causing me to almost come right there. Then, he gently pulled my thong down my legs and discarded them onto the floor. Gently, he slid his arms under my legs and pulled me to the edge of the table.
"Time for dinner," he said, looking at my pussy hungrily. I laughed, but within minutes, I was panting as his tongue did spectacular things to my clit, licking and sucking as his tongue darted in and out of my pussy.
"Fuck me, please," I begged as I raised up. "You've got me so hot. I want you now."
He smiled, enjoying my reaction to his magic. Then, he pulled me so that my ass was almost off the table, and unzipped his pants and began rubbing the head of his dick along my heat. "How bad do you want it?"
"Bad," I panted, unashamed of my need. "I'm about to jump you right now."
He rubbed his dick along my opening again. "Are you sure you want it?" I nodded as I watched, completely turned on. "Tell me how bad."
"Fuck me now, Logan," I said as I pushed against his cock, trying to edge him in.
But he pulled back a bit. Then in one swift movement, he pulled my ass down farther. I held on as he pushed into me all at once, taking my breath away. Then, he pulled out and then pushed into me again, sending both pain and pleasure throughout my body. He pushed into me, over and again, pulling in and out, until there was only pleasure as he fucked me, slowly at first, and then harder and with a fierceness that I had never known before. He pushed into me hard, again and again, and then he pulled completely out of me.
"Turn over," he whispered into my ear as he bent me over the kitchen table, spreading my legs as he stood behind me. He brushed his full cock along my pussy as desire like I'd never felt before filled my body.
He reached under me and fondled my clit as pleasure and desire filled every inch of me until I begged, "Fuck me, Logan. Please, fuck me."
"Your wish is my command."
