Chapter 47
He shook his head as he took another bite of pasta, listening.
"But they were good parents," I said, stirring my pasta as I thought of them. "One good thing about them being teachers was that they were always home when I got there."
Logan nodded as his eyebrows pulled together, lost in thought.
"What are you thinking?" I asked as I took a bite of the delicious garlic bread and moaned.
He shrugged. "Nothing. I was just thinking of how lucky you were to have parents who cared enough to be there for you when you needed them."
I smiled as I shook my head. "Sometimes, they were there a bit too much. Both my mother or my father was at school, and then they were there when I got home, too." I laughed without humor. "Try getting a date when you're the daughter of an English teacher. Between us, I wondered if my father secretly threatened them to stay away from me."
Logan laughed. "You had trouble getting dates in high school?"
My eyebrows pulled together. "Does that surprise you?"
He about choked on his pasta, laughing. "I mean, look at you!" he said, gesturing down my body. "You're gorgeous! But, most importantly, you have a great personality, too! I'm surprised the guys weren't falling at your feet!"
I laughed at the image as I played with my pasta. "Yeah, right! Actually, I had only one serious boyfriend while I was in high school, if you want to call him that."
Logan raised an eyebrow as he stopped eating. "Oh, really?" he teased, as if he were going to get some dirt on me.
I laughed. "No. We dated for a few months, but it was nothing serious. There wasn't any how do I say it?"
"Romance?" he asked, suddenly serious.
I nodded. "Yes, or passion." I took a deep a sip of my wine as I sat back.
One corner of his lips curled into a smile. "He didn't set your world on fire?"
I laughed as I shook my head. "No, he didn't. After a few months, I broke it off. I'm sure my father was relieved at the thought, but he never said anything."
Logan nodded thoughtfully. "What do you think your father would say if he could see us now?"
I smiled. "You mean, before or after he killed you?"
Logan laughed, almost spitting out the bite of pasta he had been chewing. "That bad, huh? Well, I'll see you later " he teased as he acted like he was getting up from the table.
But I placed a hand on his. "Don't go."
It was just two little words, but they stopped him. I had gotten so used to him being here that I couldn't stand the thought of him leaving, even if he were just kidding around.
He placed a hand gently under my chin. "As long as you'll have me, I'm not going anywhere."
I moved my lips downward, catching his finger, and then sucked it onto my mouth as I looked into his eyes seductively. He rolled his eyes as he looked down at me, but not in annoyance.
His cock was at eye level, bulging through his jeans. Without saying a word, I reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled his boxers down, letting his rock hard cock spring free as his breath quickened and so did mine. It was the most erotic moment of my life.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
I nodded, and then ran my tongue down his shaft and then back up again, tasting his sweetness as my pulse raced. "Mmmm better than the pasta," I said as he laughed. Then I covered his cock with my mouth and sucked and swirled my tongue around the head as he took in a sharp breath. "Feel good?" I asked, but he just nodded in answer as he watched me through his lashes. I smiled, knowing that I must have been doing something right as I swirled my tongue around his head again, and then ran my lips down the sides of his shaft and took him in deep again so that his cock hit the back of my throat. I began moving my mouth up and down his shaft as I gripped the base and jacked him off at the same time, licking and swirling my tongue around the head and then licking down his shaft and back up again, taking him in and sucking. Soon, I found a rhythm and began fucking him with my mouth as my pussy began to tighten and moisture pooled between my legs. I loved the control, having him at my mercy under my touch.
"God. You're hot," I said as he watched.
"No. You are," he said as he reached down and slipped my shirt off over my head. "I love watching you do this." He undid my bra and he slid it down my arms and it fell to the floor along with my shirt. Then, he reached down and cupped my breasts and rubbed my nipples, sending sensations down to my pussy, as moisture pooled between my legs.
I wrapped my mouth around his cock again and he moved with me, fucking my mouth as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. I enjoyed the taste of him as I pulled off and ran my lips down his shaft again. Then, I licked the pre-cum off the head as I French kissed his dick, enjoying his soft moans under my touch.
Soon, he pulled back and I stroked him off as his cum poured over the head of his cock and down his shaft, shooting onto my bare breasts. I had never seen a sight so glorious.
"Come here," he said, and then pushed the dishes on the table aside and lifted me to my feet. Within seconds, he had unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down to the floor. Then, he looped his fingers on the sides of my thong and pulled it off, lifted me up onto the table, and pushed my legs open wide.
