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He pauses. “I’ve loved you since we were eleven.”
I cry out, “You have not!” grinning at the improbability.
But he’s stone cold serious.
My bra gets snapped off with skill. My panties slide off with a tiny bit more work. He tosses them impatiently and drops most of his weight on me as I wrap my legs around him, hooking my ankles behind his sculpted ass. Logan’s naked cock is pressed against my pussy as we kiss, our hands exploring bare skin we’ve never touched before. My emotions are entangled with it. I feel like I might cry, but I’m holding back. Being with Steven never felt like this.
We kiss for a long time, relaxing into the transformation of who we used to be to each other, to who we are now. Logan murmurs against my breasts as he pauses from licking my nipple, “I have always wanted to do this.” He spends so much time that he wakes me up in a whole new way. I never knew these type of kisses could turn me on so much. I hadn’t spent much time thinking about my breasts, but Logan has. And he’s sharing all his ideas.
I tell him that I’m on birth control. Between kisses, he promises he’s clean, and I share the same. Not that I would think he’d be so selfish to not confess he’d caught something during all of his crazy travels, but it’s so much sexier to be sure. I chose this birth control so I didn’t have to use a condom with my now ex-boyfriend, since we were monogamous.
Logan strokes my pussy with one hand, and wraps the other around his cock. He rubs the mushroom-shaped tip against my clit and I moan.
“I love you,” he rasps, and begins to enter me. I’m drenched, making him wince in pleasure. He slides his hard length as deep as it can go, kisses me, and we begin to move. I’ve never had sex with a dancer before.
This man lives, really lives, in his body. He understands how it functions, not just for lifting weights, but every movement is trained. I’m swept away, moaning with abandon, forced to catch my breath as heat rockets into my core. His blue eyes I’ve known since forever are staring at me with such love, such need, that tears start to gather in my eyes. I rise, throw my arms around him and claw across his shoulder blades as thick, throbbing pulses tighten my pussy. He groans and claims my mouth, muffling my cries. The steady strokes slow to let me rest, but they don’t stop. He’s smiling at me as his hips thrust with a long stroke, then another, then another, picking up speed until he’s in a rhythm that satisfies us both. I grab his hips and buck mine. “You feel so good!”
He flips us over so that I’m riding him. My hair falls just above my breasts, both bouncing as I use my thighs, fucking him a little faster. Logan’s eyes roll back and close. The heavy lids crack open and he reaches up to play with my nipples, caressing them with his open palms so lightly that it’s infuriating. I moan and grab them, cupping his hands around me and holding them, because my nipples are too sensitive right now. Riding him from base to tip, repeatedly, I throw my head back and really feel how hard he is, how much he wants me, how beautiful he thinks I am.
He came back for me.
He left it all for me.
I don’t have to miss him anymore.
Beads of sweat slide between my breasts. Logan is shining, too. I’ve got him panting, groaning, trying to take control but half-heartedly. He’s enjoying me on top. I grab his hands, lace our fingers, and slam them above his head, craning my back so that my breasts reach toward his mouth to offer a bite. He claims my taut crest, licks it as I ride him a little slower, drawing each stroke out.
I’m close.
So is he.
He loves this.
Loves me.
My best friend growls my name as his muscles flex with need. His cock stiffens near the edge, pushing me nearer to mine. A burning heat sends waves of intense pleasure into my pussy, all her edges and insides. The waves take hold of me, my willpower, my ability to think. “Logan,” I cry out, as I give myself to it. He rolls me over to be on top, lifting my leg as he grinds. His hips arch up, the top veiny line of his length hitting my clit perfectly. The warmth hits a new high. I grip his arms as my legs stiffen with each stroke of his cock. Tears I was holding back break free. Logan roars, unleashes everything he has to give me while I marvel at how beautiful he looks when he cums. How primitive and crazy, and completely and utterly beautiful.
He hugs me, panting, our sweaty chests squished together as he turns us on our sides, still inside me as he wipes my cheeks and kisses my tears.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“No,” I sob, burrowing into his neck. “I don’t want to lose you again.”
“You won’t.”
“Let’s move in together!”
With love in his eyes, Logan grins, “I thought you’d never ask.”
