Chapter 21
He was right. So right. So, so right.
He sat back to peel off my panties, damp from my arousal and orgasm, and held them up. “So pretty,” he said, then flicked them across the room. “So gone.”
I smiled at him, a giggle in my throat. I tried to remember the last time a flirty, girly giggle had erupted from me, and couldn’t come up with it.
After putting the condom on himself (the sight of which would have made me wet if I wasn’t already), he bent back down over me, placing his forearms beside my head and spearing his hands into my hair.
“How long I’ve dreamt about this hair on a pillow.” His words had me coming back to life a little. Wanting more. “My pillow,” he added, and my hips rolled beneath him.
That put a smile on his face, which made me inhale from the sheer beauty of him.
“I knew there’d be life in you yet, Megan. You’re way too eager to only want one orgasm. And I encourage greediness in this bed.”
I laughed and closed my eyes to dull the sensations running through my body, the giddiness at being with Logan after wanting him for so long.
The languidness and satedness from just having an intense climax.
And also trepidation for the deep feelings that I was trying—unsuccessfully—to keep in their place.
And below all that—much further below, thank God—was the numbness of knowing that what brought Logan and me together was shared pain.
“Hey, come back,” he said, and I opened my eyes, afraid of how much they would tell him. “It’s okay. I know it’s a lot. I feel it too. We’ll figure it out together. But for now, let’s just feel good, okay? We deserve that. It’s okay to feel that.”
Closing my eyes wasn’t necessary—Logan knew me too well for that now. And he’d just laid my feelings bare anyway.
“Yeah,” I said, the word rough coming out of me. But I meant it. No sadness. No guilt about living so fully when those we loved were gone.
Just Logan and me. Together.
“Good?” he asked. I didn’t trust myself to speak again, so I just nodded. He dipped his head to kiss me, and I opened my mouth to the taste of him. His end-of-day stubble brushed against my cheek, and I brought my hands around his shoulders, sliding them along the bunched muscles.
One of his hands slid down my body, and my legs fell open under him while his fingers slid through me to my entrance. “Still so wet,” he whispered.
My hands went from his shoulders to cradle his face, and I looked right at him when I said, “Sometimes just sitting next to you in group makes me wet. You make me so wet, Logan.”
“Fuck. I want you like nothing I’ve ever wanted, Megan. Like nobody ever.”
“Then have me.” I adjusted the cradle of my hips even wider, and his body sank deeper into mine. He positioned his cock and pushed into me. Bigger than Blake, but that was no surprise, given his allover size. I could feel my pussy tense, then relax as I took him in, all of him.
Complete. That was the word that came to mind.
Logan inside me gave me a completeness that had me arching my back to get as close as possible to him.
And also scared the shit out of me.
Determined to face that fear another day, I once again wrapped an arm around his shoulder, anchoring myself to him.
“Jesus, Megan. I knew it would be…”
“Yeah,” I said, rolling my hips, wanting him to start moving, but he held mostly still while looking down at me.
“But I didn’t think it’d be so…”
“Yeah,” I said again.
His hands moved in my hair, coming to my face and cradling it just as I had done to him moments ago. And then he started to move. While his warm brown eyes stared into mine, his hips moved forward and he filled me even more.
“More,” I said.
“I will. We will. Look at me, Megan—we’re going to ride this out together.”
I put my finger right in his chin dimple, and he shifted slightly to kiss my hand, all while giving me slow, steady strokes.
My body found his rhythm, slowing my own drive down to match his. I wanted him to feel the urgency that I did. The need to have him pounding into me. Not to feel so vulnerable with the slow glide and deep eyes.
“We’ll get there. I won’t be able to keep this pace up for long,” he said, making me clench around him.
He smiled and kissed me deeply, our tongues tangling, the taste of him warring with the scent of him.
All making my head swim, while his body made mine burn.
“This time,” he added, and I purposely clenched around him at that promise.
“But this time I need to be in you, Megan. Know that I’m finally in you. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Me too,” I whispered, thinking of the night I saw him walk into this house all those weeks ago and knowing that I wanted to be in his bed.
“Yeah, but I…”
“What?” I asked when he didn’t finish.
He shook his head, like he’d forgotten his thought.
Which was entirely possible, as I found most thoughts scattering from my head with each delicious, slow stroke he made in and out of me.
It was the draw-back that made me sigh, and the slow push back in made my breath hitch.
His mouth captured mine on one of the sighs.
I nipped his lush bottom lip and his hips flexed into me, giving me a glimpse of the power that Logan could unleash. Would unleash.
Into me.
Breaking away from the kiss, he moved his head down my body, his strokes still agonizingly slow, and kissed my neck, then ran his tongue along my throat and chest. His lips made their way to my nipple, his hands taking in both my tits and squeezing as he sucked on me.
Lifting his head, he looked at me, brushing a thumb over my other nipple, watching them both pebble at his touch. “They like me,” he said, a grin making his cheek dimples appear, making me clench again.
“They do. Very much. So do other places,” I said, with another muscle clench.
“Oh, I’m aware,” he said, humor and something more in his voice. Almost like disbelief.
I knew how he felt. I couldn’t believe how my body responded to Logan’s tempo, his solid body on top of mine, the feel of his warm skin and bulk under my hands, which ran all along his back and shoulders.
“Logan… I need…”
It was close to being too much. Close to more than I could handle. My heart was as open to Logan Fields as my body was. And that scared me to death.
“Okay, I’ve got you, Megan. We’ve got this,” he said, sensing my change, sensing a wall about to come up.
He kissed me once more, the minty taste of him intoxicating, then eased his body off mine.
At my balk of resistance, he calmed me with soothing words while he sat back, looking down at me.
He’d slid out of me with the movement, and I reached up to pull him back.
“It’s okay. I just need to move a little.
I’m coming right back, baby,” he promised.
He positioned himself on his knees, his strong thighs making a solid base.
His sheathed cock glistened with my arousal.
I reached for him, but he brushed my hand away, placing it on his solid abs.
“You want it faster, you got it, but your hand on my dick would end this all too soon.”
I felt like I needed it to end. Like to prolong this state of arousal would kill me.
“Soon, Megan. You’re going to come apart again while I fuck you hard and fast.”
The words, in his deep, throaty voice, almost did me in. As did his grabbing my thighs and sliding my spread legs up his thighs, my butt resting on that base he’d created. Like he was laying me at the foot of an altar for his worshipping.
He looked down at where his hard cock was lying on top of me. “You ready for this?”
I nodded, wriggling my ass onto his thighs, making him grin again. Oh God, the dimple overload alone almost made me come.
“Okay. I wanted slow and sweet, for our first time.” He positioned his cock at my pussy, barely inching it in.
“But no. My girl wants it fast.” He ran his hands up my body, squeezing my tits again.
“My girl wants my cock bad.” I moaned and put my hands over my head.
Wanting to touch him, but needing the stretch of my body at his fullness as he sank deeper into me.
“My girl wants to fuck.” He slid his hands down my back, then grabbed my ass and hauled my hips up, deepening his stroke as he started to move more quickly. More forcefully. “Doesn’t she?”
I knew there was a question in there somewhere, probably meant for me. But I couldn’t think what it was, nor what my response was, because my brain was only thinking of the delicious pounding from Logan’s cock.
“Doesn’t she?” he said again, clenching my hips tighter, dragging me even further up his legs while he moved deeper inside.
“What?” I managed to gasp out, dazed with sensation.
“My girl wants to fuck, doesn’t she?” he repeated.
This time the answer was easy. “Yes,” I gasped as his thrust hit a sensitive spot.
“You like this?”
“Yes,” I again gasped. How was he going even deeper while quickening his pace? I knew I wanted it faster, harder, but the heat in my body was more than I thought I could handle.
“You my girl, Megan?” There was something more in his voice, more than just dirty talk.
And it would have given me pause, but his pace sped up and the relentless pounding from his cock, and the beauty of his body shuddering and flexing as he did so, broke down any barrier I thought I could keep in place.
“Yes,” I said.
“Yeah, you are. And my girl likes to fuck,” he said again, leaning forward, giving himself more leverage with his knees and his pace sped up.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and brought my hands back to his glorious body, running them up his bulky arms, grasping on to thick biceps that tensed under my touch.
“I like to fuck you, Logan,” I said. Any amusement from his face was gone, and a half growl/half groan escaped him as he went faster, pounding into me, making me hold on even tighter.
And then it exploded. A tingle that started in my scalp and rushed through my body, making me clench and come at the same time. “Megan,” he whispered as my body clung to his, my pussy spasming around his huge, hard cock still pumping into me. “Jesus, I can’t hold out much longer,” he added.
“Don’t hold back. Come with—” My words were cut off by my groan of satisfaction.
Both at my own orgasm rushing through my body and that of Logan giving three more powerful thrusts and then throwing his head back with his release.
I lifted my head to run my tongue along the corded muscles in his neck, then nipped him where his neck met his shoulder.
It caused another thrust from him, which caused more shudders from me.
I don’t know how long we stayed on that ledge.
A shift from me would have him push in more with another aftershock, which would in turn cause me to feel more sensations in other places.
I rubbed my tits against the hair on his chest, loving the abrasion.
With a hand on my knee, he pushed my thigh up higher along his hip.
Finally, finally, we came back down, the overwhelming sensations dulling just enough to allow other body parts to come back into play.
Our voices, which were used to exclaim how good we made each other feel, and laugh at the delight we’d just brought to each other.
Our hands, which played with each other, Logan intertwining his with mine and lifting them both over my head to rest on the pillow, careful not to trap me in my hair.
Our minds, which were definitely on the same path as he stared into my eyes, letting me know that it was the same experience for him as it was for me. Deep. Meaningful. And oh, so good.
And our hearts, which were now tangled up together as much as our hands and legs were. As our whole bodies were. Complicated. Precarious.
And oh, so good.