Chapter Twenty-Three – Wren #2
I didn’t know what I was doing then. I didn’t know how good everything can feel.
Logan turns on the lamp on his nightstand, and as he starts to shed his clothes, I tell him a particularly important piece of information: “I’m on birth control now.”
He’s halfway out of his shirt, his rippled abdomen on display, when I say it, and he freezes for a few seconds. Then that shirt comes all the way off, and he leans over me on the bed, nipping at my ear as his scratchy voice asks, “Is this you telling me you want to have me bare?”
I don’t say anything, but I do blush.
All he does is smirk, and then he finishes undressing.
My clothes come off shortly after, and just like that we’re both naked on his bed, just like we were all those months ago. Only this time is different, so different. This time we’re both well aware of what the consequences could be.
Holding himself above me, Logan rakes his gaze along my body, taking in every single part of me like he’s never seen anything more awe-inspiring. “Fuck me,” he whispers. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Wren. I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of you tonight. I hope you’re ready for a long night.”
His words, combined with the way he says it, makes me blush harder—and since I’ve been here before, I know exactly what kind of long night is in store for me. Logan has stamina, that’s for sure.
He lowers himself to me, kissing me hard, and then he trails his mouth along every part of me as his hands dance along my lower half.
He nuzzles into my neck, plays with my chest, and somehow has the wherewithal to slip a hand between my legs and stroke my clit all at the same time.
It’s an instant overload of sensations, and they all come at me at once.
I squirm, I moan, I writhe; I don’t hold back.
Logan knows how to touch me, how to kiss me, even how to pinch my clit and tweak my nipples in all the right ways.
I become a slave to the pleasure rising within, and my thighs squeeze together around the hand at my apex.
Every single part of me is set aflame, and he doesn’t stop until I am unraveling for him.
I come with a vengeance, crying out loudly, and all Logan does is lift his head so he can watch me come undone and smirk like he’s enjoying playing god.
“I missed hearing the sounds you make,” he whispers. “I missed having you in my bed. Fuck, Wren, being without you was like losing my mind every single day.” Sighing, he nuzzles against my neck. “I need you more than the air in my lungs, I swear. You’re everything to me. Fucking everything.”
My eyelids close on their own as his words sink in. Spoken so desperately, so urgently, they must be truths. There is apparently nothing sexier than a guy basically saying he can’t go on without you.
He moves lower, and he only removes the hand at my apex when he spreads my thighs apart and gets comfortable between them.
His tongue meets my clit shortly after, and he worships me like I was made for him.
Every flick of his tongue, every time he sucks; he knows what to do.
My body still rides the high from its previous orgasm, so I’m right there, ready to explode again.
And I do. He makes me come over and over again, and he doesn’t stop until I’m a panting, sweaty mess, until my entire body feels like useless goo. I am a mess of limbs splayed on top of his sheets, unable to breathe deeply.
Logan lifts his face from my apex, and I don’t need to look at him to know he wears a half grin. He draws a finger around my swollen clit, to the rim of my entrance, and back again. “You’re so wet you’re dripping,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to fuck you raw.”
“Then don’t wait.” I can barely get the words out, and I peek my eyes open to find Logan giving me a single raised brow. He clearly wasn’t expecting me to say that.
Well, we’ve come this far. Why wait any longer? If I’m that wet, if my body is that ready for him… why push it off further? I’m dying to feel him inside of me again, to surrender to him the same way I did when he took me home from the club all those months ago.
Another lifetime.
Logan crawls over me, using his knees to keep my thighs spread for him. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he says with a smirk, and right as he says it, he pushes his hips down upon me and fills me to the brink.
He’s right. I really must be wet, because that thick cock of his needs no aid in plunging into me. My core accepts his length like a missing puzzle piece.
We lock gazes as he picks up speed above me, his hips bearing down against me over and over in quick, rapid succession. I hold onto his sides, moaning every few seconds, unable to keep the sounds tampered down. Nothing outside of this room exists. It’s just us, finally, after so long.
I don’t know yet how this will end, if it’ll be a happy ending for us or if we’re only delaying the inevitable, but I don’t want to think about that right now. Right now, I can only focus on him, on the way he makes my body feel, how my very soul reacts to him.