Into The Night - Sex Stories

Into The Night

... the fact that he'd brought me to his secret fishing spot that so few people were aware of, he'd just become even more appealing. As if he'd been thinking about me as well, he changed the subject and asked, “So, are you going to tell me what happened to that girl I knew in school? You’re so different now.” I looked up at him to check his expression. “Good or bad different?” His teeth flashed in the dim light. “Good.” I laughed, realising that could be taken either way. Not that I had any room to be offended since I'd struggled to come to terms with the old version of me as well. "I went into local theatre after high school," I explained. "To meet new people, try to get over my shyness, that kind of thing. Turns out the solution all along was pretending to be someone else. I loved it so much I still perform now.” And had a starring role in an upcoming major production, not that I’d ruin the moment by bragging or anything. He looked at me steadily for a minute then directed his attention somewhere in the distance. “It’s great seeing you happier now, Lace. It's also a hell of a lot easier hearing what you're thinking instead of having to guess what's going on in that head of yours.” “You say that now, but remember it won't always be a good thing.” He returned his gaze to me and smiled. “I bet you’d be fun in an argument.” “Why don’t you irritate me and find out?” Logan laughed softly and hooked my elbow to pull me over to him. Being the first time he'd touched me all night, I ...

... had to deal with the sensation of electricity shooting up my arm as well as the sudden nearness of him when he pulled me in between his thighs. “Just so you know,” he said beside my ear, apparently oblivious to my struggle, “irritating you is the last thing I want to do right now.” Feeling him smile against my cheek just made things even worse. I had to drag in a steadying breath but it didn't stop the thrill-lovin' hussy in me from trying to take things further. “What’s the first thing you want to do?” We hadn’t so much as kissed yet, not even touched in any way that wouldn’t be classed as platonic. So when he flattened his palms against my abdomen and slid them up to close over my breasts, I sucked in a pleasure filled gasp and arched my back. “ God … Logan. Give a girl some warning before you do something like that.” I’d worn a thin cotton bra tonight, the kind with no padding, no lace or other adornments, so when his thumbs and forefingers began rolling my nipples and massaging my breasts, I felt every touch intensely through my shirt. “You love surprises,” he said as if he’d spent the last ten years getting to know me rather than being absent from my life. He leaned in close and pressed his lips to my cheek, leaving his mouth there so I could feel the smoothness of his skin and his breaths moving over me. He didn't play fair, but I liked that about him. “Am I right?” he coaxed, giving my breasts a firm rub. “Uh-huh.” I turned my head to invite a kiss that he didn’t seem in ...