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Isabel slid her hand over Logan's thick shaft, longer and larger than she'd expected, as though offering her indisputable proof of his manhood. He watched and squirmed as she stroked him, his tawny eyes deep and half-closed with bliss. She spread her legs and shifted her body to the edge of the counter, rubbing the head of his engorged cock against her pinkest, wettest lips, guiding him inside of her.
With a collective moan, Logan bent his head to kiss her full on the mouth, his large hands running down her back, cupping her buttocks and lifting her hips slowly off the counter. He was slow with her as though he understood her need to get used to his startling largeness. She moved her hips at her own pace, thrilled with the feel of him penetrating and filling her. Soon her juices coated his way to completely fitting within her quivering walls. She dug her nails into his shoulders, gripping them until her breasts were crushed against his chiseled chest, her thighs wound tightly around his waist.
"Isabel," he growled, diving into her harder now. His fingers buried in her tousled brown hair, pulling her head back to kiss her exposed throat. Shivers coursed through her core, her heart pounding against her rib cage as he plunged into her incessantly. The sensation of a man dominating her after such a lengthy hiatus was too much. Isabel felt herself floating, looking in from above. Logan's gazed upon her nakedness with pure admiration and bliss, making her feel young, beautiful, and capable of conquering the world.
Their moans echoed in the vast kitchen as Logan scooped her off the counter, holding her in midair and pumping his hips up into her. Isabel cried out, twining her arms around his neck and biting into his sculpted shoulder, the hot velvety skin of his chest rubbing continuously against her hard nipples and creating a pleasurable friction. He pressed her back up against the cool wall, grabbing her arms and lifting them over her head. She locked her legs tighter around his hips as he swiveled them expertly, grinding against both of her hot spots at once.
Logan's eyes resembled the glowing embers of a fire, his grin wicked and mischievous. She cried out as he pounded into her relentlessly, the pain of his thrusts obliterated by the ecstasy that washed over her. Then he sat her down on the counter again, still inside of her, drawing out the last of her climax. How did he have so much willpower? Isabel wondered, trying to clear her hazy thoughts, her body still throbbing and quivering all the way to her toes and fingertips. She couldn't believe how aroused he made her. She never wanted to be without his cock inside of her, now that she knew how amazing it was.
"The solarium," she groaned, pointing in the direction of the room, her personal favorite in the house. It was where she did most of her writing, feeling relaxed and inspired with a view of the private backyard, generous in-ground pool and its stunning periphery of flower gardens. Logan effortlessly hoisted her up and maneuvered them to the solarium, not bothering to close the door. Then they were alone in the glass-walled structure, their new, private universe.
Sunlight poured over them like a spotlight, kissing their skin warmly. Logan sat down on one of the couches, still deep inside her. She unlocked her legs from his waist and tucked her knees in at either side of him. Rocking her pelvis slowly into him, her copious juices dripped down his shaft, down her inner thigh.
"You are unbelievable," Logan whispered, his eyes glancing at her large breasts, her smooth belly, down to where she rolled her curvaceous hips into him. He pushed his face in her breasts and sucked her nipples gratefully, his strong arms pulling her closer until all of their skin was touching. Isabel felt a sheen of sweat develop between them, a drop sliding from her neck down one breast, where Logan licked it off.
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