"Elise," he panted, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as he snapped his hips harder and faster. "Fuck."
In turn, I dug my fingertips into his shoulders, taking those harder thrusts and letting them push me closer and closer to my peak.
I could feel it burning under my skin, starting at my core and spreading out, each time his cock bottomed out in me, the heat getting hotter and higher until I felt like I was going to burst with it.
"Logan," I choked out, bucking against him. "I'm so--oh God."
"Yeah?" he murmured, burying his face in the crook of my neck and pressing his kisses there, too. "Come on, beautiful. Fall apart for me. Let me feel it."
I nodded, but I didn't even need his coaxing. There was no way I would have been able to hold back the tide of pleasure any longer, and I arched, sharp and sudden when my orgasm rushed over me, making me cry out and go so tight around him.
Logan held on through it, still fucking me with that same hot, fast intensity. He was chasing his own pleasure on the heels of mine, and it wasn't long before he was swearing and slamming in once more before he lost it too, following me into oblivion.
It felt like more than a few minutes had passed before I could breathe again, and Logan let me down onto shaky legs. I gave up on standing almost immediately and slid down to the floor to sit with my back against the wall while he looked down at me.
"That's better than ordering food for delivery," he said, voice all slow and heavy with pleasure and contentment.
"I'm not running a sex delivery service," I said, rolling my eyes. "Don't get used to this happening."
He lifted an eyebrow, and I had to admit it was becoming a pattern. I didn't have it in me to be too concerned about, though. Not when I was feeling so sated and warm.
"Are you going to rush off as soon as you can get up?" Logan asked, tucking his cock back into his sweats. I was sad to see it go.
"No," I replied, shaking my head. "Unless you're kicking me out."
"I'm not kicking you out. I was going to order dinner."
My stomach growled, reminding me that I could be hungry for things other than sex, apparently. "I could eat," I said.
He smirked and offered me a hand up. "No need to get dressed, then. I'm not done with you yet."
