Mirin, Christelle - Emma's Heart (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

Logan swirled his tongue around in circles over her clit then used his free hand to cup the cheeks of Emma’s ass, squeezing them gently.

Emma groaned, the muscles in her thighs beginning to quiver as her pussy clenched and pulsed. Logan had to stop or she was going to come. Using her hands, fingers threaded in his hair, Emma urged Logan’s head back. “Stop, you’ve got to stop,” she said, her throat raspy.

Logan pulled back and looked up at her, his lips glistening with her juice. “Have I done something wrong? Have I hurt you? Is it your heart?”

Smoothing Logan’s hair back, Emma met his gaze. “Everything’s fine. It’s just I don’t want to come just yet. I have something else in mind.”

Logan tilted his head, standing up in front of her, his cock at attention. “What would that be?”

Emma smiled crookedly. “I’m sort of into being a little submissive.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Tell me.”

She moved forward, placing her hands on his shoulders. “What I like,” she said, tracing his lower lip with a fingertip, “is to be…controlled. It really turns me on to have a man tell me what he wants me to do. Are you into that sort of thing?”

He smiled, his eyes smoky with lust. “Are you kidding?” He took her mouth, one hand going to the back of her head and holding her in place while he devoured her lips. “I want you to wait right here,” he said, his voice deep. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He turned and walked into a room on the right, disappearing.

Emma blew out a breath and raked her hands through her hair, trying to settle her heart down. Logan was giving her the idea he could play the part she wanted him to play exactly and he was going to enjoy doing it. Her body was on fire, but she wasn’t worried just yet. But she sure didn’t want to push it too far. The last thing she wanted was to ruin her brand-new heart her first time having sex.

Logan returned with a small tube of lubricant. He dropped it on the couch. Stepping up to her, he slid his arms around her back, his hands smoothing over the curve of her ass. “I want you on your knees in front of that couch,” he said, looking her directly in the eyes.

Emma began to quiver, anticipation steaming her up. She moved past him and lowered herself to her knees in front of the couch, propping his elbows on the cushion. She looked back over her shoulder, her ass totally exposed to his heated gaze. “Like this?” she asked.

“Just like that,” he said, his voice now taking on a commanding tone. “Drop your head and keep your hands beneath it.” He began to lower himself to the rug, positioning himself behind her.

Emma did as she was told, lowering her head to rest on her hands on the couch cushion. She gnawed the inside of her cheek, a surge of need pulsing through her. She felt him move in between her legs, spreading them wider. “Oh God,” she whispered, her heart beating hard and steady. The material of the couch tickled her nipples when he grabbed her by the hips and shifted her a bit to the left.

Then his fingers were inside her pussy, diving deep. “Damn, you are so wet,” he said above her.

Emma closed her eyes and moaned. She felt his other hand flatten on the small of her back, pressing down while he finger-fucked her. She bit her bottom lip, her tummy quivering, her body instinctively shoving her hips back to meet his strokes.

“Stop moving. Stay still,” he ordered, pulling his fingers from her cunt.

She wanted to whine with need, but she held it in. Her muscles twitched, her nerve endings firing like lightning. She paid attention to the beat of her heart, hoping she didn’t take it too far. As of right now, all was good.

Logan moved closer behind her, his cock pushing against the entrance of her pussy. “Now I’m going to fuck you, and you’re not going to come until I give you permission. Do you hear me, Emma?”

“Y–yes.” Oh geez, how in the world was she going to keep herself from coming?

With a single thrust, he buried his cock inside her, bumping against her cervix. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled back then impaled her again.

Her pussy took him all the way, clutching at his dick, her cream flowing to slicken them. Emma breathed through parted lips, her head bumping against the back of the couch as he fucked her wildly, going deep with every thrust. “Logan? Logan, please…” she said, her voice almost cracking with the need to come.

“Not yet,” he said, pulling out of her. He moved back, away from her ass.

She started to raise her head to see what he was doing.

“Down!”

She dropped her head again, heat raging through her as he commanded her. She heard him moving, but couldn’t tell what he was doing. A moment later, she found out.

Using his finger, he spread some lube between the cheeks of ass, his fingertip probing the cool gel into her forbidden place.

Emma quivered, her sphincter tightening around Logan’s fingertip. Oh God, it felt so good. Her pussy clenched at the thought of his cock inside her ass, fucking her.

He worked his finger in, spreading the cheeks of her ass with his other hand. Slowly, he pushed his finger inside then slid it out, adding a second finger before inserting them again.

“Oh yeah,” Emma said, cocking her ass further up in the air.

He removed his fingers, and then she felt him rub the head of his cock against the tight little pucker of her anus. Emma pushed back against him. That was all it took. Logan pressed forward and sunk himself into her ass.

“Oh!” she called out, her heart kicking up to a new level of beats. Sparks snapped in the muscles of her thighs and ass as he entered her, the lube making him slick and wet. Inch by inch, he invaded her, swirling sensations in her muscles as they tightened around his swollen cock. It wasn’t going to take long, and she was going to come.

“Damn, woman, you are so tight. I’m going to love this little relationship we’re going to have,” he said as he stroked in and out of her, not quite going all the way inside. Then, taking her by the hips, Logan pressed in, burying himself all the way to his balls.

“Ohhh,” Emma breathed, her back arching slightly. “That is sooo good.”

“It’s only gonna get better, baby.”

Emma could no longer speak, her throat tight and dry. Heat rushed into her face, sweat popping out of every pore. Her heart stuttered for an instant then beat strong and steady as its pace increased. Emma began to move, pushing back against him as he delved into her tight, hot place.

Logan began making satisfied groaning noises as he fucked her in the ass. He pulled at her hips, moving her backward away from the couch a bit. Then he leaned forward over her back and reached around to play with her clit, almost driving her insane.

Emma’s stomach tightened, ready to explode with sharp, exquisite release.

“All right, Emma,” Logan groaned above her. “Come now.” Then he took her clit between his fingers and pulled at it, stroking it.

She screamed, her whole body convulsing as he buried himself in her ass while pulling at her clit. Sparks exploded behind her eyelids, her body flushing with pure, hot release. Her pussy shuddered and creamed, her juices running down the inside of her thigh.

Above her, Logan groaned out his own release as he surged forward and shot his seed into her ass.

His fingers squeezed her clit as he stiffened behind her, his cock pulsing in her ass. Emma rode the wave and didn’t want to come down from its crest, her breath ragged.

When they began to come down from orgasm Heaven, Logan moved back, his dick sliding from her ass, and turned around, sitting beside her with his back against the front of the couch. She opened her eyes and looked at him He had his head back, gazing up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and smiled.

It was true. The doc had been right. Sure, her heart was speeding inside her chest, but she didn’t feel bad at all. She felt stoked and couldn’t wait to experience this again. He glanced over at Logan, who was resting his cheek on the couch cushion, his eyes sleepy as he gazed back at Emma.

“Good?” Emma asked, using her hand to stroke over Logan’s sweaty chest.

“Oh God, yes.” He sat up and looked down toward her knees. “Looks like I’ve got a little mess to clean up,” he said, referring to the wet stain on the front of the couch.

Emma leaned back to look. “Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Logan smiled at her and rose to his feet. “That was the best sex I’ve had in over a year.”

Emma nodded. “Me, too. No two doubts about it.”

The smile dropped from Logan’s lips. “What did you just say?”

Emma’s stomach tightened. Now what had she said? “Um, it was good?”

“No, the other thing.”

“No two doubts about it.”

Tilting his head, Logan looked at her. “Christi used to say that phrase all the time.”

Emma didn’t know what to think.
Christi. Great. Am I competing with a dead woman?
“It just popped into my head. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

With a wave of his hand, Logan turned toward the kitchen. “Don’t worry about it. It just struck me that you would say that particular phrase. I’ll get something to clean that up.” He moved to the kitchen and disappeared through the door.

Rising from the floor, Emma began gathering her clothes. Slipping her bra and panties on, she let the reference to Logan’s former lover slide. It must be hard to lose someone he was so close to. She wasn’t sure how Christi had died, but Logan must have been devastated. It was normal for him to still think of her, especially if he hadn’t had much sex since she passed away. She stepped into her jeans and pulled her white blouse over her shoulders. She wasn’t going to let it bother her. Not now. Not when they’d just had the most amazing sex. Smiling, she vaguely wondered where she’d put her favorite set of handcuffs. Then immediately began to wonder if her heart could take it if she was bound.

By the time Logan returned, she was dressed in his jeans and buttoning her blouse. “I’ve had a great time tonight, Logan.”

Scrubbing at the front of the couch, Logan looked vulnerable crouched down, naked in front of the couch. He looked over his shoulder. “You’re not leaving already, are you?”

“I don’t have to if you’d like me to stay for a while.” She buttoned her blouse halfway, still heated from their coupling.

“I’d like you to stay a bit. Have some coffee and maybe talk.” He rose up, used towel in his hand. “Just let me put something on, and then I’ll warm us some coffee.”

“Sounds good.” While Logan took care of the dirty towel, Emma moved the coffee table back into place since they had somehow shoved it out of position with their antics and carried their used mugs into the kitchen. She poured the cold coffee from their cups down the drain at the kitchen sink and checked the coffeemaker to see if there was any hot coffee left. It looked like just enough left in the pot for two cups. Perfect. She refilled their mugs with the warm coffee and turned the coffeemaker off. As she carried the two mugs into the living room, she had the distinct feeling this situation was so right, so comfortable, it almost bowled her over. She stopped dead in her tracks in the middle of the living room, a mug of coffee in each hand, and savored the sense of being in a place that felt more like home than her own apartment.

“Something wrong? You look lost.” Logan straightened the collar of the peach-hued polo shirt he had pulled on over a pair of loose, tan sweatpants as he entered the room.

Emma blinked and shook her head. “No, nothing really. Just a strange feeling I had.”

“Your heart? Are you okay? I didn’t get too rough, did I?” Concern showed in his eyes.

She shook her head. “No, nothing like that. I’m fine. I’m better than fine.” She offered Logan a mug. “Here you go. There was still some left in the pot.”