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In which there is nothing better than a little early morning conversation.

Arabella…

I’m dreaming of being at school during recess.

One of the students is swinging a stick, poking me in the back with hard, insistent little nudges until I reach back and smack the stick away.

“Shite! Lass, what’s he ever done to deserve this kind of treatment?”

Wide awake, I roll over to see Logan glaring at me, his hand protectively covering his crotch. “I’m sorry! I was dreaming and… sorry. Not intentional, I promise.” Covering my hand to stifle a giggle because this is so not the time for that, I pat his chest gently. “And here ye were so nice to me last night.”

“You’re forgiven,” he says, “though I might be sleeping with a pillow between us, ye Jezebel.”

This just makes me giggle harder and Logan growls, pouncing on me and kissing me. “I’m glad ye think it’s amusing that I’m gonna be walking around with a limp today.”

Arching a haughty brow, I retort, “And isn’t that what ye did to me back in Stockholm, mister?”

“I canna remember. We should recreate it.”

“Well, we’re not shite-faced and there’s no lingerie shop, so there are some key elements missing,” I say teasingly.

Who am I? So light-hearted and feeling warm and safe like the last four days are gone, just a little blip on the radar of life.

He’s smiling down at me and I’m smiling up at him, then suddenly, my hand’s clutching a fistful of his hair, moaning as his lips move over mine. Sliding just the tip of his tongue between the seam of my lips, he traces my teeth, sliding slickly in and out, in and out, and god, do I hope his dick will be doing just the same thing soon. But my new husband has other plans, and with a wink, he throws my legs over his ridiculously broad shoulders and dives for my center.

“Oh! What areyoudoingsweetbabyjesusthat’s-” I can feel his laughter, muffled against my pussy as he licks and sucks along me, driving his tongue up my channel and then along my lips to latch on to my clitoris, sucking with an enthusiasm that sends me into my first orgasm, legs straight and toes pointing as I gasp.

One thick finger, then another slide inside me with care, gently stroking and scissoring up my passage as he praises me in a flatteringly hoarse voice, “Good girl. Now you’re going to give me another one.”

I moan, back arching as he finds that particular spot inside and he scratches very gently, with just the tip of his fingernail and it sends me into a spasm. My fingers spread out over the skin of his back, absently marking the scar tissue and beautiful musculature of his body. “Come here, ye gorgeous bastard,” I wheeze. “I wanna kiss ye some more, aye?”

But as he slides up, I slide down, winking up at him on my way before my mouth latches on to the silky, thick head of his cock, feeling the hard metal of his piercing as it passes over my tongue.

“Oh, shite, sweetheart…” he groans, turning it into a growl that rattles through his chest as I smoothly slide him to the back of my throat, and then down it, not stopping until my nose touches the crisp curls at the base of him and the other barbell, the metal warm like his skin.

Pulling air in through my nose, I sigh happily. Logan is thick. Impressively, perfectly, wonderfully, porn-star worthy, well, way past porn-star worthy thick. He’s throbbing in my mouth and I’m going to make sure the first time he comes is just like how he’d given mine.

Cupping his heavy balls, I gently roll them between my fingers as the thick muscles of his thighs tighten around my shoulders. “Mmmm-hmmm,” I hum helpfully, pulling off his cock, suckling the tip and diving back down again after a giant gasp of air. I can feel his sculpted abdominals heaving against my cheek and I’m gloating.

I want to make Logan feel as overwhelmed as I do. Taking his hand, I press his fingertips against the thin skin of my throat, and he jolts like he’s being electrocuted when he feels the bulge of his cock. His shaft swells impossibly thicker, choking me, slippery with my spit and his come and I love, love the sound of his deep voice growling, “Ohhhh, feck, Bella!” His beautiful body shudders and he comes, spurting down my throat, leaking from my lips, messy and glorious.

“You’re gonna…” he pants, “you’re gonna pay for that.” Rolling me over, he cages my head between his forearms, stroking the hair out of my eyes. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in an age.” He says it so sweetly, this man who’s so savage that he could probably tear the hatch off a tank, but now being so delicate that I can barely feel his fingers. “Just how sore are ye from yesterday?”

Wait. He’s still hard?

“Some,” I admit, spreading my thighs invitingly as he slides between them. “I’m sure ye can make me feel better.”

Logan grins, that rakish pirate grin that promises trouble as he swiftly rolls on a condom.

“Keep your eyes on mine, sweet wife.”

I’ve never been able to look a lover in the eyes before. It seemed too… personal. Too intrusive. But my husband and I stare at each other, mapping each expression and savoring each moan as he slides inside me, painfully slowly, one taunting inch at a time. So different from yesterday’s frenzied coupling against the lingerie store wall. When he’s inside, his hard piercing rubbing tauntingly against the top of me, he groans, dropping his head on my chest.

“Shite, you’re so good… So tight and silky inside,” he whispers in a newly dark tone that makes me shiver. “I’m gonna fuck ye senseless.”

“Oh- okay.” Three syllables, it’s all I can manage as this gorgeous, gigantic man begins moving inside me, agile hips sliding in, then scooping up and back to do it again.

It stings. In the best possible fecking way it stings and that is perfectly fine because his cock is sliding inside me, striking nerve endings like match tips and I am on fire.

He shoves in and out of me greedily, hard, and rough now. I can hear his grunts and groans in my ear, my consciousness spiraling in until the only thing that matters is the sound of his voice and the heat of his cock spreading me, filling me, and when he angles his hips just so, the piercing at the base of his cock slams against my clitoris and I scream. Every muscle turns to granite and I tighten hard enough to hold his cock at a standstill.

“This pussy is clenching me like a fecking fist,” he says, hoarse and guttural. “If ye dinnae loosen up, you’re gonna rip my cock off. But what a way to go…” Stroking calloused fingers along my thighs, he waits until I can breathe, relaxing my legs a bit.

“Now, it’s my turn.” His deep voice vibrates through me, his cock throbbing like a heartbeat. With a mischievous wink, he tightens his grip, sliding his hands under my arse and standing, thick legs planted and bounces me up and down on his slick cock, my thighs and his wet from my finish. Arms and legs wrapped around him like a howler monkey on a palm tree, I gasp and moan my way through another orgasm before his fingers tighten painfully on my arse and he joins me.

Leaning against the wall next to the bed, he’s squishing me between his heaving chest and the expensive grey paint as we catch our breath, laughing together as I feel his heartbeat radiate through me.