CHAPTER FOURTEEN
On the way back from the animal sanctuary, Logan took the long route through the bayou, hoping to just spend more time with Blythe. She was becoming more comfortable with him, sitting closer, touching his arm or leg on occasion. She had no idea the effect she was having on his body.
“Blythe, have you had a serious relationship before?” he asked cautiously. She was quiet for a moment then grinned at him.
“Are you asking how many sexual partners I’ve had?” she grinned.
“I guess,” he laughed. “Look, I don’t want this to sound like I’m bragging or overstating my body but I’m a big man. All over.”
“I assumed that,” she smiled. “Your hands are enormous, your limbs are long and strong, and you were a bit, um, excited the other night. I looked down.” Blythe had a beautiful pink tint to her skin and somehow it made Logan happy.
“I see,” he grinned. “Well, I’m glad you looked and that you didn’t run. Both my father and grandfather were concerned when they married. I’ve always been worried. The last thing I would ever want to do is hurt a woman.”
“But you have been with women, right?” she asked.
“Yes. I’ve always used protection but I have to be honest, there have only been a couple that could take all of me and I could tell it was painful for them. It wasn’t pleasant for me knowing I was hurting them.”
“That speaks more to your beautiful character, Logan. Most men wouldn’t care. But to answer your question, yes. I’ve had a few serious boyfriends. My parents didn’t want me to have the restrictive life of their homeland. They wanted me to be a ‘normal’ teenager.
“Of course, it’s difficult to be normal when you’re considered the geek in the room and start college earlier than most. I tried not to let it bother me but others thought I was odd.”
“I think it’s fucking hot,” he said pulling her close. He slowed the boat and tossed the anchor of the side. They were beneath a canopy of cypress trees, the cover creating a cooler environment as the moss swayed with the breeze.
Blythe smiled at him and straddled him on the seat.
Placing her hands on either side of his face, she kissed him softly at first, then the exploration began.
His mouth was warm, his lips full and hot.
She gripped his hair and he returned the favor, wrapping her long ponytail around his fist and giving it a tug.
Reaching between them she unzipped his shorts, feeling the massive bulge beneath. Wetness flooded her body as her temperature rose, needing to have him inside her. She stood briefly, shoving her panties down and then sat back down over his lap as he pulled his cock from his boxers.
“Well, you weren’t exaggerating,” she smiled.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I don’t have a condom on me,” he said.
“I’m okay with it just like this. I get the feeling that I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.”
“You got that fucking right,” he moaned. Liftin her ass up with one arm, he positioned the head of his cock against her wet opening, rubbing back and forth as she moaned with need. It surprised him when she gripped it, guiding him into her.
“More,” she begged.
Logan could only nod, pushing his body slowly into her.
When she was fully seated, he stilled waiting for her to adjust. Her breathing was rapid as she swallowed several times, then kissed him, leaning forward.
He knew that he was stretching her, filling her like no one before.
He could feel her contracting around him and he fought the urge to spill inside her.
When she finally started a slow rocking motion in rhythm with the boat, he knew this was going to progress fast.
“Fuck, baby. You were made for me,” he moaned, gripping her ass cheeks and pulling her closer.
“I’ve n-never felt this before,” she gasped against his lips.
“Well get used to it. You’re going to feel this every fucking day if I have anything to say about it.”
“M-more Logan. More!” she cried out.
Logan slammed into her, almost violently, but controlled. She gripped the back of his neck, holding on for dear life as their bodies collided in heat and sweat. When she cried out, shaking with joy and satisfaction, he released inside of her, knowing it would be a huge mess.
He didn’t allow her to move. Looking around him, he found a box of tissues and smiled, grabbing a few. She took the tissues as he pulled out and held them at her opening. It took several swipes, but she was satisfied that at least she wouldn’t embarrass herself when she got up and walked.
“I’ve never had a man fill me like that, satisfy me like that,” she said taking a seat on his lap again.
“You’re going to get filled again if you don’t put those damn panties back on,” he moaned feeling his cock harden again. She giggled, touching his flesh, reaching for his balls.
“You know, I’d love to look at the genetics of the men in your family and the others. I mean, you’re all tall, big, strong, handsome, and I’m going to dare to say, healthy in all the ways a woman needs.”
Logan just laughed, shaking his head.
“You can do any research you want. We’re just fortunate. As for me? I’m lucky to be a descendent of Vikings. That should help to explain it.”
“You know what?” she cooed against his lips, flicking her tongue along the seem of his smile. “I don’t want an explanation. I want more of you.”
She tossed her dress over her shoulder, now straddling his body naked. Her light brown nipples poked straight out against his chest and Logan couldn’t take it anymore. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, stood with her wrapped around him and lay with her on the bench.
“Hold on honey. We’re about to make a baby.”