She: Part 2 (4 page)

I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. With my lips against his, I say, “To seduce you, lover.”

Behind us the staff member has finished laying out our breakfast. “Est-ce que ce sera tout, Monsieur?” he asks Logan.
Will this be all
?

Reluctantly tearing his smouldering eyes away from me, Logan turns and nods. “Merci beaucoup,” he says.

We break apart, and while Logan sees the waiter out, I go over to inspect the spread on the table. Tea and coffee, orange and apple juice, toast, condiments, a fruit platter, and a selection of hot food as well. It looks very appetising. I smile to myself; what a delicious start to the day. Now, where to begin?

The door shuts and I look over at Logan.
Perhaps I
’
ll begin with him
, I think slyly. I grin at him. “This looks nice,” I say. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” he says alluringly.

“Shall we eat, and then go and explore the hotel?” I ask, coyly.

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no,” he says, shaking his head. “I want to hear more about you sitting…naked…waiting for me…” He saunters over to me as he talks, and when he stands before me he puts on his best, most seducing, most adorable smile. I can’t help but smile back, thrilled that I have him so intrigued. “
How
were you sitting?” he wants to know.

“You’re
sure
we’re not going to be joined by another staff member?” I check before answering.

“I’m sure,” Logan says, greedily.

“Because I’ve never run so fast in my life!”

Logan starts laughing, his lips getting closer and closer to mine. “No more interruptions,” he promises, his lips brushing against mine. He takes ahold of my bottom lip with his teeth and bites impatiently. “
How
were you sitting?” he breathes.

I smile at him, and then take a small step back from him, my confidence returning to me. I hook my thumb into the tie of my bathrobe and pull it loose, letting the robe fall open. In doing so I reveal my naked body to Logan. He looks me up and down, amatory desire wild in his eyes, and a satisfied smile playing on his lips. I let the robe fall to the floor, and ignoring my shoes, I take a seat once more.

I cross my legs, stretch my arms out in front of me, and rest my hands on my knee. I arch my back a little, and shake my head so that my long hair falls loosely down my back.

“
Wow
,” Logan takes me in. “I think I’m going to have to cancel the car,” he mutters.

“Why ever do you say that?” I ask him, playfully.

“Because you could not look any sexier.”

I smile.
Hmm
,
is that a challenge
? “Are you sure about that?” I ask him.

“Not at all,” he laughs.

“No, me either. Perhaps I
wasn’t
sitting like this…” I play coy again. “Perhaps it was a little more like this…” I put my arms by my sides, uncross my legs and open them wide, exposing
everything
to Logan.

His mouth opens. “
Holy shit
!” he breathes. I can see something bulging promisingly at the crotch of his trousers. “What are you doing to me, baby? My head’s going to implode!”

He’s made it way too easy for me, and I say the obvious, “Which one?”

His smile returns; his breathing is fast, his chest heaving. He drops to his knees in front of me, between my open legs. His hands automatically take ahold of my calves; his grip firm, as though he plans on holding me in place.

I smile down at him, my anticipation soaring. Butterflies take flight in my tummy. It’s so gratifying to see the effect that my confidence and my body has on him. His obvious fervour for it makes me see it in a new light; it makes me appreciate my curves, and my sexiness, and my femininity in a way that I’ve never done before.

“Selfishly, I’m extremely glad I didn’t have to share this view with our waiter,” Logan quips.

I cringe at the thought.

He smiles and his dimples seduce me; I can’t hold back any longer, I have to have him,
now
! I take his face in my hands and kiss him hard. Logan responds immediately, his hands traveling up my legs to my backside, which he pulls forward, moving me to the edge of the seat, closer to his body. His tongue caresses mine forcefully; it’s a frenzied, impassioned kiss. It makes me crave him all over.

We’ve done this before
, I muse, as his lips leave mine and he trails kisses down my neck and shoulder, yet my craving for him never ends. No matter how many times I’ve had Logan, I always want him again.

He buries his face between my breasts before sucking each of my nipples in turn. I let out an airy moan and to my delight Logan keeps on moving south.

“You did that yesterday,” I remind him, before instantly regretting it.
Shut up
,
Gem
!

Logan mercifully ignores me for a moment, kissing my stomach, before moving lower still. He jokes, “Shall we draw up a weekly quota?” He pushes my legs wider apart and I can’t keep from groaning. “You know, only so much oral sex, hand work, and intercourse permissible per week?” he smiles against my thigh.

I crack up. “Certainly not,” I laugh.

“Well then…” he grins up at me, “will you appease my greed?” His eyes are shining with both mischief and promise.

I’m abruptly convinced that I’m having some sort of out of body experience. Oh my god, I love this man; he’s
so
ineffably sexy! My arousal shoots even higher. I don’t look down but I know that if I did, I’d see
exactly
how aroused he’s making me.

“I don’t know what came over me,” I giggle breathlessly, giving him full permission.

“Temporary madness,” he smiles, “it happens to the best of us, baby.” He kneels up and brushes his lips against mine for a final time, before nestling low, his face inches from my glistening sex.

My legs grow tense as I anticipate his first move. I’ve never watched him go down on me before, and though it hasn’t even started yet I’m already convinced that this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. He moves closer, knowing my eyes are on him, and he breathes in. I shudder in the seat, feeling way too turned on to even contemplate embarrassment, and I tilt my hips forward, silently begging him to take me. He does.

He licks me from the bottom of my opening to the top of my clitoris and I let out a loud moan, my hands gripping the sides of the seat as I quiver against him. His hands tighten on my backside, holding me close, as he starts making out with me down there. Oh,
yes
! His tongue is strong, forceful, pushing me to new heights.

“
Yes
, Logan!” I pant, watching him, and feeling myself climb quickly.

His eyes dart upwards and he stares at me without stopping his sweet, warm caress. I blush furiously at being caught watching him, and he smiles against my sex, his eyes full of arousal.

Holy shit! I was wrong:
this
is the most erotic thing I’ve
ever
seen.
Fuck
! We gaze at each other; it’s so intimate,
so
unbelievably sexy! I whimper and shake as he gives me one long, exaggerated lick, driving me wild with desire for more.

“
Ah
,
Logan
,” I wail.

He looks completely enamoured, holding our eye contact as he moves his tongue lower, away from my clitoris, to my entrance. He starts entering me there, and I want to scream. My hands tightening their grip on the chair. Oh god!
Oh god
! I can’t watch anymore; I’ll come imminently if I do.

I moan loudly, arching backwards and closing my eyes, as I really
feel
him take me. His tongue playing in my entrance is the biggest tease! It’s amazing, incredible, the best use of a tongue that I can currently think of.

I want to stay quiet, but I just can’t. “
AH
!” I cry.
Fuck
, it’s never felt this good before, has it?

He runs his tongue north once more, and I’m about to explode. My legs start shaking and a few divine moments later, I orgasm, my whole body trembling.

“
Logan
,” I moan, as I shake it out.

Eventually the pleasurable torment ends, and I sigh loudly, feeling unequivocally seen-to as I slouch back in the chair, my legs sprawled.

“Hands down the sexiest moment of my life,” I hear Logan say. His hands glide up and down my legs, slowly bringing me back down to planet Earth.

“It was OK,” I say sarcastically, before revelling in the sound of Logan’s laughter — he
so
knows that it was more than OK!

I straighten up in the chair, and close my legs, my breathing still double time. Logan sits back on his heels, a smug smile on his gorgeous face.

“My favourite part was when you blushed,” he kneels up once more, wraps his arms around my back, and bring his face close to mine. I feel him smile against my lips; his lips are still wet…and it’s too much for me. I kiss him fervidly, relishing the taste of myself on his tongue. It’s so sexy, so intimate.

Logan stirred something deep within me when he explored my entrance, and now I’m eager to continue that exploration. Despite how powerful my orgasm was, there’s a certain magnitude of pleasure that can only be tapped into when he’s inside of me, when we’re united like that. And there’s no better time than the present, I think slyly.

Similar thoughts are running through Logan’s head; he stands quickly, unbuttoning his jeans, and letting them fall to the ground. He’s going commando. Again. I stand too, my fingers hastily gripping the hem of his jumper and I pull it forcefully up and over his head. He’s not wearing anything underneath it either and I smile at this, knowing it to mean that, despite appearances, he was not dressed for the day; he fully intended on getting naked once again.

“Are we going to make it out of this hotel room at
all
this weekend?” I question him playfully.

Logan looks considerate for a moment, as something occurs to him. He shifts the chair so that it faces the window. He sits on it, his legs wide, his erection protruding, and beckons me closer. “If you sit with your back to me, you can look out of the window if you want,” he chuckles.

Oh
,
Logan
! Smiling, I say, “You’re so accommodating.”

I stand between his legs, my back to him, and as I lower my backside down, Logan catches me with his strong hands. He closes his legs slightly, and I straddle him backwards, sitting on his lap. He pulls me closer to him, his arms tighten around my stomach.

“Lean on me,” he whispers.

I do so, leaning back against his broad, taut chest, my head resting on his shoulder. He’s stable and dependable behind me, I like the supported feeling. I gaze up at him, relaxing fully. It’s the calm before the come, I think.

“You’re supposed to be looking out of the window,” he coos, his hand lightly grazing my cheek.

I grin at him and shake my head. He’s the centre of everything, I can’t look anywhere but at him.

Logan bends his neck forward and I bend mine back, bringing our lips together. I reach up and cradle his head in my hands and we kiss slowly, sensually. His hands cup my exposed breasts, squeezing and caressing them beautifully, before one of them grazes over my body, down to my sex.

He wastes no time, eagerly slipping two long fingers inside of me. I practically melt around them, moaning softly into his mouth. This is the exquisite fullness I love feeling, but I don’t want to feel it quite like this. Reaching behind me, I take his penis in my hand and a few moments later, he’s firmly inside of me. His hand finds a new purpose, rubbing my clitoris, as I begin to move on him speedily.

We last a satisfying, pleasure-drenched ten minutes, and I don’t waste one second of it looking out of the window.

2. I’ll Be Your Lover, Too

W
e do make it out of our hotel room, eventually. For the rest of our morning we explore the hotel, which allows me to overload my phone with photographs of the decor, before we set off in a sleek, silver SUV that Logan has hired for us.

Driving through Nice is amazing, and beyond it along the beautiful coastline, the steady presence of the vast ocean is on our right, its dark water looking deceptively alluring. After an hour of driving, we pull in to a cliff-top car park with magnificent views, and walk along a narrow path which is a little too close to the edge for my liking, until we come across a secluded yet busy beachside cafe-cum-tourist shop.

Enjoying the vibe of the place, Logan and I stay for lunch and just as we’re leaving to take a stroll along the beach, I pull him into the shop, which is filled with many kitschy treasures.

“I just don’t get it,” Logan blurts out as we walk around, hand in hand. “What are you looking for?”

I tear my eyes away from an entire shelf of brilliant if not gaudy seaside snow-globes, and I grin at him with a shrug.

He rolls his eyes playfully, even more confused.

Giving his hand a squeeze, I then explain, “I walk into a shop with an open mind and a willingness to be blown away at any moment by something spectacular that I simply
must
have.”

“Huh…that actually sounds quite nice,” Logan admits. He makes me laugh by adding, “I can’t do that. I always have in mind what I want or need, I go in, get it, and then I leave. None of this
blown away
business.”

Coming to stop in front of an umbrella stand being utilised for long, colourful fishing nets, I say to him, “There must be one type of shop that you’re happy to browse in?”

He thinks for a moment, and then smiles at me. “A candy store.”

“
Really
?” I laugh again. That’s unexpected, although… “Does that explain the gallbladder?” I tease.

“Probably,” he chuckles.

“Excusez-moi, Madame,” someone taps my shoulder.

Spinning around, I find myself face to face with one of the cashiers. I give her a small, inquisitive smile.

She continues, “Je n’ai pas pu m’empêcher de remarquer que vous aviez l’air d’aimer nos épuisettes.”
I could not help but notice that you seem to like our nets.

Oh
! I throw them a brief glance. “Uh…”

“Elles sont en solde dès aujourd’hui, et il y a un bon endroit à deux minutes en bas de la plage.”
They
’
re on sale today, and there is a good spot just two minutes down the beach
.