The whine that slips past my lips when he lifts his head from between my thighs is completely undignified, but Logan doesn’t mind. In fact, if the grin on his face is any indication, he’s quite pleased with it.
“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t leave you wanting. I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, you’ll be begging me to stop. But right now, I need to be inside you.” He presses a kiss to my temple before reaching for the drawer of his bedside table. The crinkle of condom wrappers normally elicits a Pavlovian response from me, but tonight, it sounds wrong.
“Wait.”
Logan’s fingers are already wrapped around a square foil packet when he stills and looks at me. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want… I have an IUD. All my last tests were clear, and I haven’t been with anyone but you. We don’t have to use that. If you don’t want to.”
When a furrow appears between Logan’s eyebrows, I brace myself for him to say no. But then his lips part and he takes a deep breath. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have suggested that.”
“No. No, it’s not that. I’ve just never trusted anyone enough not to. But with you…” He drops the condom back into the drawer and pushes it closed. “I don’t want any barriers between us.”
The way he says it, like it’s a revelation even to him, makes my chest fill with warmth. A couple of weeks ago, I was ready to end things with this man, and now? Now I can’t imagine ever letting him go.
“I love you,” he says as he sidles up behind me, curling his body around mine and shifting me so I’m lying on my side. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He presses kisses to my neck, my shoulder, my spine as he positions us. He bends my top knee, lifting my leg just highenough for his dick to bump against my entrance. Rocking his hips, Logan coats his length in my wetness, and I gasp when the head of his cock hits my clit.
“Yes. More.”
“I’ll give you more, angel. I’ll give you fucking everything.” He notches his head at my entrance. “Are you ready?”
I arch back, pushing against him as a little whine leaves my lips. “Fuck me, already.”
“So impatient.” He chuckles as his fingers dig into my hip and he pushes forward maddeningly slowly. The stretch is perfection, and I gasp when the first of his piercings rubs against me. The sensation is so much more intense without the barrier of a condom between us.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Good, baby?”
I nod, unintelligible sounds tumbling from my lips. When he’s finally fully seated inside me, Logan presses his forehead to my neck. His heavy breathing makes my curls lift just enough to tickle my skin. One beat of stillness, then two, then three. Both of us breathe hard, and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.
He chuckles when I wiggle against him, desperate for him to move. Needing to feel him everywhere.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” And then he moves. It’s slow, deep, and full of so much tenderness, my chest constricts. Logan’s body undulates against mine, cradling me in warmth as he fills me. Large, calloused palms hold my thigh, keeping me open for him as he thrusts in slow, measured strokes. His piercings drag against me in the most delicious way with each pump of his hips, and pressure builds low in my belly.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear. “No one will touch you. No one will hurt you. I won’t let them.” He punctuates each promise with soft kisses across my shoulder before tilting my head back and slanting his mouth over mine.It’s a messy kiss, full of tongues and teeth, and that pressure builds, warmth filling me alongside it.
“And you’re mine,” I promise. “I’ll never leave. Never.”
Logan lets out a desperate noise that almost sounds like a sob, and his control snaps.
The slow, languid strokes become punishing thrusts. His movements speed up, and the sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, punctuated by little grunts and gasps. I arch into him, pushing back as he surges forward.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he gasps. “Need you to come with me.”
I’m already riding the edge when he reaches between us and finds my clit with unerring ease. Between the drag of his piercings, the slap of his thighs against my ass, and the pressure of his fingers circling my clit, I have to muffle my cries with my hand.
“Come for me, baby,” he growls. “Come all over my cock while I fill you up.”
I choke out a sob as my body pulls tight as a bowstring and then releases with explosive force. Pleasure ripples through me and I’m lost to it.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna come. You’re squeezing me so tight. Fuck.”
Logan’s hips buck erratically a few more times before he holds himself rigid at my back. He spills inside of me while muttering praises against my neck. Shivers tickle my skin as my body rides the euphoric aftershocks of my orgasm, and Logan wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly. “That was…”
