The Husband

One of Logan's hands continued to knead and tweak her nipple, and the other dipped lower, skimming the curve of her back and then gripping her hip. His kiss got just as aggressive as hers and he pulled their bodies together so his wet cock rubbed at her entrance.

Trisha tensed. As great as this kiss was, she still couldn't help but be just a little worried about his size. "Be gentle," she gasped as he leaned down and took his nipple in her mouth. 

Logan ground the point lightly between his teeth, just enough for friction but not enough for pain. "Anything you want."

Trisha closed her eyes as her head fell back. The pillow smelled like Logan a strong woodsy scent that surrounded her. Her moans were soft as he sucked more of her breast into his mouth. 

"Don't hold back," Logan scolded as he pulled away and kissed the spot in-between her breast. "If you want to moan, moan. I don't give a damn who hears us."

Trisha bit her lip. She wanted to