Sunday mornings were the best time of the whole week in Harper’s opinion. And today was an exceptionally good one.
She’d woken to Logan bringing her coffee and her favorite pastry from Wilde Buns. That had been an hour ago and they still hadn’t left the bedroom.
It was snowing, the light flakes falling softly to drape the landscape in white. Not having spent much time in the snow, Harper was entranced, though she certainly appreciated the warmth of their bed this morning. Maine was certainly different to California, especially in mid-December.
She had been working with Logan to fit out the recording studio. There had been a few visits to out-of-state suppliers to test out equipment and place orders. Between Harper starting a business and Logan’s many construction projects, they were both busy.
So Sunday mornings were for being lazy. And this morning had been no exception.
At some point, a good morning kiss had turned into a lot more, and now Harper was standing naked at the foot of the bed, bent over at the waist and gripping the heavy wooden foot board.
The tee shirt and panties she’d slept in had long been stripped from her by Logan’s hands. Hands that had been busy touching and teasing her as they brushed over her thighs, her breasts—everywhere she wanted except for the one spot she desperately needed him to touch her.
She moaned, dropping her head between her arms as his hands slid down her back to grip her waist, his fingers gently biting into the soft flesh of her stomach.
“I could look at you like this all day,” Logan purred from behind her, one hand sliding up her naked back as the other held her steady. “So needy for me.”
Harper gasped as he trailed kisses over her shoulder, his groin—and his hard cock—pressed against her backside. She whined as he pulled away, not daring to look at what he was doing in case he stopped.
“Did you want something from me?”
She could hear the laughter in his voice, and she scowled.
“Please Logan, I need your cock,” she choked out, her words jumpy as one of his work-roughened hands slid around the front of her hip to skim his fingertips through the soft curls that covered exactly where she wanted his attention.
“You’ll just have to be patient.”
She huffed, he laughed, and then there was no way she could manage to speak as his hands spread her ass cheeks and his tongue delved into her wet pussy from behind.
“I’ll never get enough of you, Harper,” he said, his voice ragged as he paused in his worship of her pussy.
Her knees wobbled and she whimpered, but Logan held her fast. He took his time with long, leisurely licks that sent her closer and closer to that pinnacle she sought.
“Logan,” she gasped his name, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself on the edge of orgasm.
Just when she thought she was about to come—and her legs couldn’t hold her up any longer—he stood, his hand cupping her pussy possessively from behind.
She pushed her hips backwards, tilting her pelvis to stroke herself on his hand. “Now, now, princess. I want to come inside your pussy. I want you to come on my dick. I want your pussy to milk my cock.”
“Oh god,” she whimpered.
When he spoke like that, she was unable to focus on anything. Her world was his hands on her, his deep voice, and anticipation of what was to come. She just wanted—needed—him to fuck her.
They’d been tested a few weeks after she’d moved to Cape Wilde, both coming back clean, and Harper had gone on birth control so they could get rid of the condoms.
So when Logan notched himself at her entrance, it was bare flesh to bare flesh. She gasped as he slid his thick cock into her, welcoming the full feeling she always had when they had sex.
When he was fully inside her, Logan paused, his breathing ragged. Harper smiled, loving that she could bring him to the point of losing control. He’d never hurt her, she knew that, so she loved pushing him as far as she could.
She squeezed her pelvic floor, her smile widening as his hands gripped her hips tighter in response.
“Two can play at that game, princess,” he growled, and snaked one hand around to spank her lightly on the clit.
Her legs finally gave out as she gasped, a spike of pure pleasure shooting through her at the sting of his hand on her sensitive bud. But Logan wasn’t about to let her fall.
“No you don’t. You’re going to take me and love every second of it.”
His words were punctuated by hard strokes that had her flying. Pleasure crashed around her, his hand rolling small circles on her clit as his dick hit exactly the right spot with every thrust in and drag out.
