He panted hard, fingers digging in even harder as he held on. "Come on," he ordered, sounded like he was right there on the edge himself. "I want to feel it. I want to feel you come on my cock. Come on, Elise."
I didn't know what it was about him saying my name that did it for me, but that was the moment when I knew I couldn't hold back. He slammed into me again and then once more, and that was enough.
It sparked that fire to burn out of control, and I hissed out a muted swear as my body went tight all of a sudden, the pleasure and sensation crashing down around me.
It was a struggle not to scream out, and I wasn't sure if I moaned out Logan's name into that pillow, but if I did, I didn't think I could be blamed for it. Not when it felt so good, and I came so hard.
And he was right behind me. He cursed and then pulled out, and I could feel the hot splash of his cum as he jerked himself against me.
It was oddly like my dream.
Even though he had basically just pounded me into his mattress, I didn't want to think about the dream. I was already embarrassed enough that I'd been so easy as to let the tension between us turn into something like this, and as the minutes ticked by, and neither of us moved, it felt like it was getting more and more awkward.
Finally, Logan shifted off of the bed with a grunt, and I could hear him moving around behind me. I was half tempted to sit down and get cum all over his sheets. It was his, after all, and he'd just put it all over me without even asking.
In the moment, it had been pretty hot, I could admit that. But it was starting to cool and feel a little gross in the aftermath.
Before I could complain about it, he had come back over and was wiping it up, cleaning me off with something that felt oddly like a very soft shirt.
"Oh," I said, finally lifting my face from the pillow. "Thanks."
He just shrugged when I looked at him, and whatever openness there had been between us before was essentially gone.
That made sense. It had been the sex that made us open, the anger of our argument that tipped over into a different kind of passion. Of course, as soon as the passion was gone, the openness went with it.
Suddenly, being naked felt very vulnerable and weird, and I scrambled up from my spot on the bed to get my pants and panties off the floor.
I stepped into them quickly and tugged my shirt down to cover my tits once more.
Logan was also getting dressed, with his back to me, and I took that opportunity to leave, closing the door behind me with nothing more than a quiet click.
