BWWM Interracial Romance 3: Family Heart by Elena Brown Page B

Logan’s bedroom, she marveled at the way that their bodies seemed to fit together, at the play of light and dark as her hands trailed over Logan’s bare back. Zachary was at Rosanna’s house for the weekend, where Logan’s parents had dropped him off after school; there was no need to hurry—but the desire they both felt made their exploration of each other’s bodies more and more urgent as clothes fell away, tossed across the room or dropped right next to the bed. Logan buried his face against Jessica’s full, ripe breasts, nuzzling and kissing, bringing his hands up to cup them and bring each of her nipples in turn to his mouth. Jessica writhed, moaning and arching into his touches as Logan worshipped her body, his cream-pale skin a sharp contrast against her burnt caramel tones. “God, I’ve missed these,” he mused, pulling back only slightly before returning to his attentions, kissing the soft, sensitive under-curve of one breast and then bringing his lips back to hers.
    One of his hands dropped down between her thighs, cupping and then rubbing her slowly but steadily, the constant pressure and friction against Jessica’s pleasure center making her moan out aloud with pleasure even as she kneaded and caressed his shoulder and back. She could feel the weight and heat of him pressed against her hip, reminding her constantly of what was to come, even as Logan’s lips slipped and slid along her body. He trailed kisses down from her lips, along the column of her throat, lingering for a few moments at her breasts before tickling her abdomen. Jessica whimpered slightly in need as Logan’s hot breath brushed along her inner thighs, before he tugged her underwear down and began to devour her, burying his mouth against her.
    In seemingly nothing more than moments, Jessica was writhing, twisting under the impulses that his lips and tongue created. Her pleasure was growing more and more intense by the moment as Logan explored her, tasting her, teasing her until she almost couldn’t bear it. She was moaning his name, grabbing at his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair as they moved together, as Logan brought her to greater and greater heights of sensation. How could she have even tried to forget how good—how right—it felt to be with Logan?
    When Jessica was on the edge of climax, Logan pulled back, kissing his way along her body to her lips and sealing her mouth with his own. Jessica trembled with need, writhing and squirming underneath him with her body on fire, tingling from head to toe with lust. “Logan, Logan,” she moaned, clinging to him tightly. “God, I need you—Logan, please!” Logan pulled her around, tumbling onto his back onto the bed and maneuvering Jessica on top of him. She straddled his hips, looking down at the man she knew she loved with the deepest hunger she could ever remember feeling for another human being in her life.
    “Now, Jess, now!” Jessica held herself up, balancing on her hands above his shoulders and pushing her hips down against his. As Logan thrust up into her, Jessica leaned down, kissing him. He filled her up slowly, working his way deeper and deeper, moving past her yielding defenses of her body and holding still for a long moment before they began to move together. Jessica felt her pleasure building up faster and faster as she rocked her hips, rising and falling on top of Logan, feeling him deeper and deeper inside of her body.
    She leaned in and kissed him hungrily as they both reached their climaxes as almost the same moment, clinging to each other in need as pleasure washed through them both in waves. Jessica sagged against Logan’s body, burying her face against his shoulder and neck, kissing him lazily as the haze of orgasm washed through her. For a long moment, she couldn’t make herself move—couldn’t do more than enjoy the tingling warmth of aftershocks. Then she shifted on top of Logan, moving to curl up alongside him in the bed as they both