“You have on far too many clothes.”
I laugh.
“A bra and panties? If I had any less on, I’d be naked.”
“Exactly.”
It’s a lecherous grin he turns on me. And now I’m starting to understand how thedoughnutfeels.
He lays his body on top of mine, diving in for a consuming kiss before sliding his hand down the front of my panties, teasing just enough to get me panting for him. He withdraws his hand, and I groan.
“Come on, Logan… You’ve got those magic hands — pretty much literally. You can’t leave a girl hanging!”
“We’re immortal, Molly. You can afford to be patient.”
I heave a frustrated sigh.
“But then some times do call for a little expediency.”
He drags my panties straight off, unhooking my bra and tossing it behind him. His fingers return to my center, playing between my thighs with the same kind of purposeful rhythm that he plays on his fretboards. And he makes my body sing as surely as he does a guitar. Within moments, I’m approaching a precipice, whimpering against his mouth as he dips down for my lips. My hips play counterpoint to his hands, pressing desperately against them and retreating just to come back for more.
The tension grows inside me, threatening to break at any moment. Logan rubs my clit with his thumb as he pumps his fingers inside me, and that’s it. Right over the top and sailing free.
“Now,” I urge him, unwilling to wait a moment longer to have him inside me. He obliges me with an eagerness of his own, flipping us over so he’s on his back and I’m on top.
“Ride me,” he says, and I melt all over again. If we weren’t immortal, I think this man might just kill me from sheer explosive desire.
I slide down over him, moaning as our bodies meet, Logan fully sheathed within me. My hands trace across his chest, reading the now-familiar patterns of smooth and textured skin that delights me in a way no idealized man ever has. Because this man is my mate, my match, my oxygen, my doughnuts, my everything.
Our bodies are in concert now, working together and against each other, a tango full of languid tension and passion barely restrained.
“I’m close… so close…”
We’re chasing the peak together, each of us lifting the other higher.
He brushes his thumb over my clit, and that’s exactly what I needed, grasping him with every spasm as he thrusts into me from underneath.
“There, Molly. That’s…”
His words cut off as he thrusts hard and fast inside me. I collapse on top of him, boneless and sated, his cock twitching a last few times amid the echoes of my own orgasm.
“Remind me to never deny you doughnuts…” he murmurs.
“We can have all the doughnuts we want. Forever.”
He beams an exhausted smile at me.
“How did I ever get this lucky?”
“I don’t know, but I seem to have been even luckier.”
“I love you, Molly.”
“I love you, Logan.”
“So, who’s in the mood for doughnuts?”
I fall off to his side, laughing hysterically. He pulls me into his arms, and the two of us fall asleep still giggling.
