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“Logan,” I gasped, nervous as I felt him stretch me open. It felt like too much and I was overwhelmed, my skin hot and the air thick with arousal.
“Relax,” he spoke through gritted teeth, leaning forward a bit more. “I need you to relax for me.”
He cupped my face and, carefully balancing his weight, leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft, gentle, his tongue probing languidly as he kissed me deep. He bit my bottom lip, groaning as he sank into me fully, swallowing my moan as his hips pressed against mine.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he rasped, sweat beading on his forehead as he held himself inside me.
I felt so filled up and couldn’t form a coherent sentence, panting as I gripped his biceps, my nails biting into his skin. Testing my body- and Logan’s restraint- I wiggled my hips. He gave a low groan and thrust forward, causing me to cry out and then nod my head quickly. “Do it again, do it again. Please.”
“Fuck,” he growled and then pulled nearly all the way out before slamming into me again, the force of his thrusts moving my body up the bed. I cried out again, louder this time, and it spurred him on. Soon enough he was driving into me with such force that I couldn’t think, couldn’t even say his name. The sounds that came out of my mouth were animalistic and wild, my nails raking down his back and making him groan my name.
God, I loved the way my name sounded on his lips.
“Told you I’d make you lose control,” he said cockily, flashing me his signature grin before sitting up on his knees again, tucking his hands behind my own knees and pushing my legs back so they were up near my shoulders.
The position was totally new to me and I felt so dirty, but I was too far gone to care. Logan thrust in at a different angle my whole body stiffened, a scream tearing past my lips.
“Oh, you like that? Do you want it again?” Logan asked, thrusting shallowly and refusing to give me more. “Tell me. Tell me you fucking want it.”
“I want it,” I said shakily, my orgasm fast approaching. Sweat coated the both of us and I was so wound up, but the truth was I loved every fucking second of it. I loved the way he worshipped my body. Logan was giving me so much pleasure that it made something tug at my heart, but I tried desperately to push it away.
“Tell me to fuck you faster, Juliette. Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want.”
Uncaring to the fact that I was completely inexperienced with dirty talk I said, “Please, Logan. Fuck me faster. Harder. I want it all, just please don’t stop.”
The sound that left his mouth didn’t sound human and he thrust up again, hitting a spot that made my toes curl and my eyes roll. Fuck, I needed that again. “More,” I cried out and he did it again. And again. Thrusting hard and fast until I lost my goddamn mind.
I came hard with Logan’s name on my lips, clenching around him as his thrusts grew sloppy. My release triggered his and he held himself deep inside me, a heavy exhale leaving his lips, followed by him whispering my name softly.
I’d never felt so sated after sex. Blood rushed in my ears and I could only focus on Logan’s weight on top of me, our hearts beating together. I’d never felt so in sync with someone.
“Wow,” he finally croaked after our breathing regulated. When he pulled himself off, and out, of me I had to fight the urge t
o pull him back.
Logan disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and I looked down at myself, still naked with flushed skin. My hips looked red from him slamming against me and my cheeks heated as I sat up, suddenly embarrassed and feeling like I needed clothes.
I’d lost control, something I vowed I wouldn’t do with him. Or ever. I didn’t regret it, there was something inside me that didn’t have room for regret. But I was so shocked at my own brazenness that I couldn’t help but feel like I needed to cover up, As if it was the right thing to do or something.
I’d never experienced sex like that, never felt a connection with someone like that. It was honestly frightening and I felt so unsure of what to do next. Excuse myself and go home? Thank him? Ask when we could do it again?
I was leaning off the bed and reaching for my sweater with shaking fingers when he emerged from the bathroom gloriously naked and sporting a semi. Crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe he said, “What do you think you’re doing?”
I froze, catching my bottom lip between my teeth. “Oh. I was just, uh, getting dressed.”
Logan arched a brow and said nothing, just watched me and waited for my next move.
“Or not,” I finally said and then sat back, tucking my legs up and hugging my knees to my chest.
He moved towards me and gave a slow smile, leaning down to kiss my forehead. It was a tender move and one that I wasn’t expecting. “Embarrassed?”
“A little,” I responded honestly.
Logan nodded, not saying anything else. He simply pulled the comforter down, patted a pillow and eyed me carefully as I crawled under the covers with him following suit. Warmth radiated off him as he pulled me against him so that his front was pressed against my back. His cock was nestled against my ass and I reveled in the fact that his naked body was pressed against mine.
He kissed my shoulder. “Is this okay?”
It was the first time I’d ever heard Logan sound unsure of himself and I found myself turning in his arms so that we were facing each other, sharing the same pillow with the tips of our noses touching.
