And wrapped in his arms, water cooling around us, my body still humming with aftershocks, I do.
I feel all of those things.
And for right now, that’s enough.
Eventually, my body comes down from the mountain of pleasure I just experienced, and I’m utterly at peace. Sex is something I’ve always dreaded and feared—something to endure, to survive. But this, the connection with Logan, is something entirely different. It’s healing, and it’s all mine.
I turn around to face him, water sloshing gently as I straddle his body. His hands immediately come to my waist, steadying me, his eyes searching mine.
“I have a secret,” I say, sliding up his slick body to kiss him on the lips.
“Oh yeah?” he questions, a smile tugging at his beautiful, full lips. His hands massage my hips gently. “What’s that?”
“You know how you’ve been working to give me all these beautiful firsts this summer?” I trace my fingers along his jaw and down his neck.
“Yeah.” He nods, his eyes warm and attentive.
“Well, you gave me another first that I didn’t tell you about.” I hold his gaze, letting him see the truth in my eyes.
“What’s that?” he murmurs.
I glide my body along his hard and impressive length, feeling him twitch beneath me. “You gave me my first orgasm,” I say quietly.
He leans back, his eyes going wide with shock. “What?”
I press my lips together and nod, suddenly nervous about his reaction. “Sex has never been enjoyable for me. It’s been more of a punishment, something to get through.” I take a breath. “With you, I’m experiencing it for the first time, the way it should be. The way it’s meant to feel.”
“Tessa,” he breathes out, my name sounding so sad, so broken coming from his lips. His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I shake my head, giving him a genuine smile. “I think it was meant to be this way. I was meant to have all my beautiful firsts with you.”
I lean down, and our lips meet, slow and deep. Our tongues swirl in a beautiful dance meant just for us, a language we speak alone. I groan into his mouth, reaching a hand beneath the water. I wrap my fingers around him, stroking once, twice, before positioning his tip at my entrance.
“Tessa,” he breathes against my lips, half warning, half plea.
I whisper, “I want you.”
I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch, and he groans loudly into my mouth as our kiss intensifies. He fills me completely, and I feel him everywhere. It’s the best medicine I could ever hope for.
I start to move on top of him, rocking back and forth in the most exquisite rhythm. Water laps at the sides of the tub, spilling over the edge with each movement. He threads his hands through my hair, deepening our kiss as his pelvis moves, his thrusts meeting mine.
“God, Tessa,” he groans, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
I tilt my head back to give him better access and increase my pace. His hands slide from my hair to my hips, guiding my movements, helping me find the angle that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
“Right there,” I gasp. “Logan, right there?—”
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his grip tightening as he thrusts up harder, hitting that perfect spot with every stroke.
One of his hands moves to my breast, palming it, his thumb circling my nipple before pinching gently. The dual sensation—him inside me, his hands on me—makes me moan loudly.
“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, his voice rough. “Let me hear you. Let me know what I do to you.”
I ride him faster, harder, chasing the pleasure building inside me. His other hand slides between us, finding my clit, rubbing in perfect circles that make my thighs tremble.
“Logan,” I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m so close?—”
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice strained. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
