LOGAN #2
I didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Just watched her. And when a loose strand of hair slipped across her face, I reached up to gently tuck it behind her ear.
“Did you have something specific in mind?” I asked, my voice a little rough. “Something you don’t want to change?”
Ellie bit her lip, then nodded slowly. She reached for my hand before it could fall away and brought it to her cheek, holding it there. Her skin was warm. She leaned into the contact, closing her eyes for the briefest second before speaking again.
“You. Me. This,” she said simply. “The way I feel stronger around you. Steadier. Like I finally know what I want, and that I’m allowed to want it.
You empower me, whether you realize it or not.
And that’s the kind of love I never thought I’d have.
You don’t ask me to change. You remind me I am already enough, someone I’ve always been. ”
Her confession turned me inside out. Every word was a tether to something deeper, something sacred. In the hush of her living room, with golden lamplight painting the walls and shadows curling at our feet, it felt holy.
I dragged my thumb gently along her cheek. A grounding motion. A quiet promise.
“I’ve never felt so sure of anything in my life,” she whispered.
“So sure of you. As my friend, as my safe place, as something more. My whole childhood, I felt it, this pull toward you. But I never knew what it truly was. I labeled it as something smaller, something easier to carry, but it was always bigger than that.”
She leaned forward, her hands finding my face, guiding me toward her. I softened into her touch, let her draw me in, let my body turn to face hers fully.
“I think I’ve loved you for longer than I’ve been brave enough to admit,” she breathed. “Maybe this whole time, it was already there. Quiet, calm, waiting. You and me, we’ve always just been. Effortless. Natural. We didn’t fall in love, we grew into it. Because my soul…”
Her words faltered as she took my hand and placed it over her heart. Her skin was soft, her pulse strong and real beneath my palm. When she spoke again, her voice trembled, but her eyes didn’t waver.
“My soul is yours.”
I exhaled sharply, overwhelmed by her honesty, the weight of this moment pressing against my ribs.
“Ace,” I whispered, the nickname slipping from me like a prayer. “My soul’s been yours since the first day I laid eyes on you. Messy brown hair, ice cream dripping down your chin. Dirt on your clothes from running wild in the horses’ pen.”
Ellie laughed, her whole face lighting up with the memory, her fingers still holding my hand over her chest.
“To hear you say that…” I shook my head, overwhelmed. “To have you share this part of yourself with me—so raw, so vulnerable—that’s a gift I’ll never take for granted. I will protect you, Ellie. Always.”
“Seeing you protect me the way you did…” Her voice dropped, threaded with something thick and aching. She leaned in, one hand curling behind my neck, the other braced on the armrest as she swung her leg over my lap, settling herself across me.
My breath hitched. Instinct took over. My hands slid to her waist, slipping beneath the soft fabric of her pajamas to knead the warm, familiar curves I’d only dreamed of touching like this.
“I wish I could find the words to explain what it does to me,” she whispered.
“Show me instead,” I said, my voice low, raw.
Her hands fell to my shoulders as her hips began a slow, deliberate roll. She moved with purpose. She was confident, seductive, empowered. When her lips found mine, it wasn’t rushed or ravenous. It was full of emotion, layered and intoxicating.
I deepened it, pulling her closer, sliding my hands up the sleek line of her back until her chest was pressed against mine. I wanted to feel her. All of her. I wanted the imprint of this moment burned into my skin.
I surrendered to her, let her take the lead. She had all the power now, and I would give her anything she needed from me.
She reached for the hem of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head in one fluid motion. Her eyes raked over me—bare chest, abs, the trail that disappeared beneath my waistband—and she bit her bottom lip, smiling like she’d just unwrapped something she’d wanted for a long time.
“Take your time, baby,” I murmured, breathless. “I’m all yours tonight. No interruptions. No limits. Have your way with me, please.”
Ellie leaned down, brushing soft, lingering kisses across my chest. Each one deeper than the last. Her mouth teased—nibbling, licking, sucking—until my whole body vibrated with need.
My hands roamed her curves, sliding over her thighs, gripping the fullness of her ass as she rocked against me, kissing me with a hunger that matched the slow burn rising between us.
She slid her tongue into my mouth, and I met it with mine, greedy for the taste of her, the feel of her, the heat pulsing between us.
Heavy breaths. Low grunts. Soft moans. They filled the space like a rhythm we created together, a give and take. Her body, mine. Two puzzle pieces slotting into place in the most intimate way.
I broke the kiss, just enough to study her face. Her lips were swollen, kiss-bruised, and so damn tempting.
“I love you,” she muttered.
Finally.
Fucking finally.
The words I’d waited so damn long to hear, and yet, the moment they left her lips, they hit me harder than I expected. They made me feel unsteady, like my world had shifted in an instant.
But that was all I needed.
Still wrapped around me, I stood and flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, hovering over her as if I’d never let her go again. My mouth found her neck, her collarbone, her chest. My lips frantic, reverent, kissing every inch of her like she might disappear.
I needed her to feel it.
All of it.
How deeply I loved her. How long I’d been holding it back.
I lowered my lips to her chest again, just over her heart, and kissed her there. Then I began peeling her clothes away piece by piece.
Her pajama shirt, gone.
Shorts, flung somewhere across the room.
And then she was bare beneath me, skin golden and flushed, body open and aching for my touch. I drank her in, hands skimming up her stomach to her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under my touch.
I leaned in, taking one soft peak into my mouth, sucking slowly before letting it pop free, only to dive back in again. Her moan spilled out instantly, needy and low, spurring me on.
“Harder,” she panted, breath hot against my cheek.
So I obeyed, adding just enough teeth to make her gasp. Her hand flew to her other breast, fingers toying with the nipple I hadn’t claimed yet.
“You like that, baby?” I asked, my cock straining hard against my zipper.
Ellie nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave herself over to the sensation.
She could have anything. Anything she asked for, I’d give her. No hesitation. No questions. If harder was what she wanted, I’d be happy to obey.
As her fingers worked one breast and my mouth tortured the other, I slipped a hand between her thighs and plunged a finger inside her without warning.
She cried out, her body arching into me as I found a rhythm—slow at first, then faster, deeper.
I braced myself above her, one foot still on the floor, the other knee digging into the couch as I held myself steady.
“Oh,” she breathed when I added a second finger, pushing harder. Her wetness clung to me, the sound of it driving me wild.