Unexpected Arrival

BECCA

As soon as the car stopped, I opened the door and jumped out. My eyes met Logan’s, and I saw so much happiness in them. This was it. I was going to take an important step in my life. I knew that there would be no turning back after this.

I only hoped we would make it. That we could make our relationship work, and that we would be happy together.

I took a step towards Logan and watched as he opened the door of his car. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to figure out his intentions. Then he straightened up, and I saw an enormous bouquet of white and red roses in his hands.

His lips stretched into a big smile. Without hesitation, I rushed towards him. Logan caught me with one arm and pressed me to his chest. I felt a kiss on the top of my head. I inhaled his scent, and he obviously had taken a shower not long ago. He smelled like mint and lemon.

“You're here. I can’t believe it. Really.”

I looked up at Logan, and he started showering me with light kisses—on my forehead, on the tip of my nose, on my jaw, and finally on my lips.

I returned his embrace, wrapping my hands around his waist. We kissed tenderly and passionately at the same time, and I started to lose myself in his touch. The scent of roses enveloped us completely.

“You guys are so cute.”

Logan ended our kiss, and I just pressed my head to his chest, closing my eyes and trying to stay in this pleasant bubble I was in just seconds ago.

“I am sorry for the interruption, but my nanny for Courtney wanted to go home at 6 pm, and it’s already 5:30. So…”

“Thank you, Leslie. I owe you. Really.” Logan hadn’t released me nor stepped back; he only tightened his grip around my shoulders. I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t ready to let go.

“It’s nothing. Bye, Rebecca. It was very nice to meet you. See you soon.” My eyes snapped open. I focused on Leslie. She was already in her car, waving goodbye to me. What did she mean by that? We watched as she drove off, leaving Logan and me standing in each other's embrace on the front lawn.

“How was your flight?” I was walking to the front door of Logan’s house with the bouquet of flowers in my hands. He was carrying my suitcase and his bag with his clothes for a change.

“Impatient?” I smiled at Logan and saw his lips stretching into a lopsided grin.

“That much?”

“Uh huh.” I bit my lower lip, hiding my smile.

“I am so sorry that I wasn’t able to meet you. I was at practice and realized that I was going to be late. I nearly lost my mind, picturing you alone at the airport. Thank God that Leslie was free and went to pick you up from the airport.”

“Yeah, I thought you changed your mind.” Logan stopped just a few steps before his front door. His look darkened, eyebrows furrowed.

“Becca, I would never do that to you.”

“I know… I am sorry.”

“Don’t be… Just… Trust me, Becca… Please? Allow me to show you that you can trust me. Okay?”

I nodded my head and saw his dimples appearing. He started walking again, reached the door, and opened it with his keys. “Well, welcome home, Rebecca.”

It was his mistake. With those words, he turned me on more and faster than the sight of him before my eyes, and it was speaking volumes. I would be able to wait for a few minutes: to place the flowers somewhere and to take off our clothes. Not longer than that.

Logan turned on the lights, and I saw a wide hallway. I remembered it as if I had seen it just moments ago. The interior of his house was in Scandinavian style, mostly white colors, practical and very functional design with a lot of paintings on the walls, natural textiles, and comfortable furniture.

If I remembered correctly, his living room was in shades of grey with a lot of white details, and it looked amazing. But honestly, I was so aroused that the only place on my mind was his bedroom or any other place where we could find a couch.

I noticed a small table near the entrance to the living room and walked over to it under Logan’s curious gaze. I placed the bouquet down and turned to him.

Logan put our bags on the floor and stared at me. I let my eyes roam over his body, admiring his smooth skin and tattoos. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants now, but I wanted him naked.

I slowly walked towards him and stopped just within reach. I saw Logan's hand twitch as if he wanted to touch me, but then he changed his mind. I think he already knew. I wanted to take the lead.

“Are you hungry?” His voice was very low, as if he had been silent for hours.

“Very.” I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I am starving... for you.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” He placed his hands on my back, slowly lowered them to my butt, and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and stared into his eyes.

I was sure as hell that my eyes were clouded by my desire, just like I saw in his. I took off my jean jacket and threw it to the floor, staying in my red crop-top. Logan lowered his gaze to my breasts, and I saw him gulp. Yeah, the view was marvelous, I know.

“Rebecca, you are fucking perfection!”

He went straight to the living room. The room was dimly illuminated with the light from the hallway. I only managed to notice that it was spacious because after Logan kissed me, the other world stopped existing for me.

I responded to his kiss, giving it my all. I heard him push something with his leg, and then he sat on the couch with me straddling him. We kissed as if our lives depended on it. My hands snuck into his hair, while his hands roamed over my body.

He pulled down my crop-top, revealing my lace bra and taking it off in one swift motion. I hadn’t even registered how it happened, but my crop-top was on my waist, and Logan’s hands landed on my breasts.

I arched my back, giving him better access to my body. He kneaded my boobs, then his hands slid to my waist, pressing me super close to his chest. Our lips hadn’t separated even for a second, moving in complete harmony.

My hands snuck under his t-shirt, and I heard him gasp. I tugged on his t-shirt, and he helped me take it off. We stared at each other, my panties were soaking wet and had been for a very long time already, and I felt his hard-on under me.

Logan turned us both, and now I was on my back. I pushed down my crop top and my floral skirt in frantic movements, only staying in my panties. He used this time to take off his sweatpants. My man wasn't wearing his underwear this time. Damn him!

Logan hovered over me, studying my face as if he was trying to absorb every feature. Then he placed his lips on my neck, making me moan instantly. His lips traveled from my neck to my chest, then to my belly. He took off my panties, tossed them aside, and placed his fingers on my lower abdomen.

He let them travel to my clit and started rubbing it slowly. I spread my legs a little wider, and when I looked at Logan, he was smiling. He licked his lips and bent down, hiding his face in my pussy.

As soon as his tongue touched my clit, I closed my eyes, feeling absolute bliss. One of Logan's hands was caressing my boobs while he was licking me. He kept me firmly in place with his other hand, stopping me from moving. I felt my release coming soon, and it was intense. Incredibly strong even.

I opened my eyes and tried to focus. It felt as if I was losing my mind. My breathing was jerky, my heart beating fast and loud. Logan moved to my face, and now I found myself staring into his beautiful brown eyes.

I placed my palms on his cheeks and pulled him towards me for a kiss. I kissed him tenderly, trying to show him how much I loved him. I let him wrap his hands around my waist, and his embrace was very tight.

Logan shifted slightly, settling more comfortably between my legs, and then I felt him inside me. The evening promised to be filled with passion and love.