He steps out of them before grabbing the box and removing the toy. From the nightstand, he takes out lube and a condom, putting them both on the bed. Not that we ever need lube—sometimes just the sight of him gets me unreasonably wet, and being close to him is almost always a rush of desire. Sex with him is always so good that even an inkling that it’s about to happen is enough to get me ready.
“Lie back,” he says, nodding at the duvet. “Let’s see how far we can push you, huh?”
“You’re going to make me beg?” I ask, centering myself on the bed.
“I love it when you beg.” He shoots me a wicked grin before sliding off his boxers. He puts some lube on the toy and turns it on.
The buzz would be distracting if I wasn’t so eager with anticipation.
“Have you used this before?” I ask.
“This one? No. You?”
I shake my head.
“Our first first,” he says as he spreads me wide and runs the flat side of the toy along my most sensitive areas.
“Oh,” I breathe out.
“Good?”
“Yeah.” I can’t hide my surprise, my eagerness. “Don’t stop.”
He lets out a little chuckle before flipping the toy around and sliding it into place—an arm inside and another branch on the outside. My whole pelvis vibrates, and I’m having trouble thinking about anything but the sensations zipping through me.
“Logan,” I say, and I can hear the pleading in my tone.
“I’m right here, doc,” he says, a crinkle of the condom wrapper before he’s pushing my thighs further apart, lining himself up and easing in. “Fuck,” he hisses out.
His forearms land on either side of my head, and the combination of the vibrations, fullness, and being surrounded by his minty scent is almost overwhelming. So much sensation. So muchwant. Then our gazes connect, and it’s like I’m grounded, thoroughly in the moment with him. I cup his cheek, and he leans into the contact, his gaze never leaving mine.
“You’re okay?” he rasps.
“I’m okay.”
“I’m going to start moving.” He closes his eyes briefly before meeting mine again. “You feel so good. Unbelievably good.”
“I think that’s the toy,” I whisper.
“No,” he says dropping a kiss on my forehead. “It’s you. It’s always you.” One of his hands sneaks down to grasp my hip while he braces his weight with his forearm, and he starts to move.
The rocking sensation paired with the vibrations is exquisite. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I clutch onto him, overcome with how amazing my body feels, and the intense pressure building in my pelvis. Not like a normal orgasm. My senses are on high and climbing higher with every thrust and retreat.
He kisses me, and I grip his ass, urging him deeper. My whole body is electrified. There are goose bumps on Logan’s arms, and I want to ask, but my brain is short-circuiting.
“It’s so…” he mutters. “I don’t know… So... God, doc.”
He’s never been at a loss for words before, but I know exactly what he means. I’m drunk with desire. So full of want and need that I don’t think I could string a complete sentence together no matter what was at stake.
“Logan,” I whimper. “It’s… I’m going to…”
“Yes,” he says. He brushes my hair off the side of my face, and his forehead is against mine, making the whole experience feel so much deeper and more connected than I expected.
Scary connected. Like I never want to be anywhere but here, with him. Never want any of this to end. Just me and him like this. He hitches one of my legs onto his hip, and pinpricks of anticipation dart across my skin.
“I can’t,” I whimper again.
“You can,” he says.
