“Fuck, yes,” he groans, gripping the sheets, gripping me, gripping anything he can reach.
I sink deeper, inch by inch, feeling him take me in, feeling him stretch around me, and the sound that leaves his mouth is pure devastation.
“More,” he whispers. “Logan… more.”
I push in deeper, slow enough that he feels every inch, and that he trembles under me, fingers clutching at my shoulders like he’s hanging on for dear life.
“Todd…” My voice cracks, because he feels unreal—hot, tight, consuming me inch by inch.
His breath stutters, eyes fluttering shut before heforces them open again. “Don’t—stop.” It’s barely a whisper, but it shoots straight to my balls.
“I’m not stopping,” I breathe, leaning down until our foreheads touch. “I’m just—taking my time. I love the feeling of you squeezing me tight.”
He groans, long and low, like the sound is being pulled out of him. His legs tighten around my waist, pulling me in until I bottom out—buried so deep I swear I see stars when he flexes his ass muscles.
His mouth drops open. “Oh my—fuck, Logan?—”
I swallow the rest of it in a kiss, deep and messy, the kind that pulls another desperate sound out of him. He clings to me, nails raking lightly down my back, and every touch lights me up.
I pull back just enough to breathe against his lips. “You feel insane.”
He lets out a breathless laugh that’s more like a moan. “Pretty sure you’re the one making me insane.”
I pull back slowly—painfully slow—and he gasps, head tilting back, throat exposed in the most sinful way.
“Oh fuck, Logan, please?—”
“Shhh.” I kiss the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, then the spot beneath his ear that makes him shiver. “I’m still in control, like you wanted.”
“I did,” he pants. “But you’re—killing me.”
“That’s kind of the point,” I murmur, rolling my hips back into him just enough to make him suck in a breath, but not enough to give him what he wants.
He whines—an actual whine—and I nearly lose it.
“Logan—” His voice cracks, desperate and raw. “Move.”
“I am moving.”
“Not like that,” he growls, frustration bleeding into need. “Move. Fuck me.”
I smirk against his throat. “You’re not being very patient.”
He grabs my face with both hands, pulls me down until our lips brush. He’s panting, pupils blown, expression wrecked. “I don’twantto be patient. I wantyou.All of you. Right now.”
I thrust into him quickly—deep enough that his breath catches in a startled moan, his back arching off the bed, his fingers digging into my shoulders like he’s trying to anchor himself to the earth.
A sharp gasp spills from his lips. “Yes—Logan—fuck?—”
I grind my hips into his, slow but hard, and he shudders beneath me.
“More,” he begs. “Please—more?—”
I bite back a groan, leaning down to kiss him again, swallowing every broken sound.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper against his mouth, breath shaking. “But I’m not rushing a single second of this.”
I pull out halfway—and slam back into him with a controlled, devastating roll of my hips. He nearly comes undone right there.
