“Are you OK? Should we stop?”
“Fuck, Logan, no. Don’t stop. You feel amazing. Fuck me harder.”
A soft chuckle left his mouth as it fell against my ear in a puff of air. He kissed my ear softly before rising to his knees and regaining his hold on my hips. I could tell he was gearing up.
Gearing up for an assault I greatly wanted.
He rubbed his dick along my pussy, from clit to ass. Moving it back up to my opening, he lined himself up, and with one push, as he pulled my hips toward him, he seated himself completely inside me. The sensation as he filled me up took my breath away.
However, he didn’t give me a chance to languish in that for long.
He pulled out and rammed himself back in me, repeatedly. The sound of smacking skin echoed in the room along with our cries of ecstasy. He reached under us and grabbed a hold of my swaying tits, holding them like a lifeline. With that arm, he pulled me up to my knees, my back to his front. Our slick bodies now like one as he held me tight with each punishing thrust.
Suddenly, I felt him sliding us back, pulling us up, and I was now sitting on him as he sat on the couch. He was somehow still inside me as he pushed and pulled my hips with his hands. My fingers gripped his thick thighs, trying to take hold of something, as I rode him back and forth. Both his hands found my breasts, pulling and twisting at my nipples, the sensation adding to the mounting pleasure.
The orgasm was building in my core as his cock hit parts of my pussy no man had ever touched. My movements became erratic on his lap as the waves rippled closer and closer together.
“Ava,” Logan grunted. “I want to be looking at you when I come inside you.”
He so easily flipped me over. As I was on my back, his blue eyes looked down at me just as his mouth landed on mine. During that kiss, he pushed his way back inside me, filling me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Using my heels, I pulled him deeper into me, keeping him there, grinding into him. The guttural moan he let out into my mouth, my throat, reverberated into my chest. He went back to a rhythm, and I knew he was close, bringing me back to a pinnacle on my mountain as well.
His thrusts got faster, a measured cadence to them. We were in sync as we bucked back and forth against each other, manic but deliberate.
“That’s it, Logan, don’t stop, I’m coming.”
His frenetic movements threw me over the edge, my legs clamping down on his sides as the walls of my pussy clenched his cock in a tight hold. He grunted as he spilled himself inside me.
Our bodies stilled. His head fell against my shoulder as we lay quietly with each other, our breathing evening out. He kissed me gently on my shoulder. My nails ran along the planes of his back, his frame almost too large for my arms to span. I felt small bumps rise in the wake of my nails across his skin, and he wiggled when I got too close to his sides.
“You’re ticklish,” I said.
He lifted above me, that Adonis of a body still stealing my breath, and looked down at me.
“Isn’t everyone?”
“No,” I said.
He pulled the condom off and went to the bathroom to dispose of it. When he came back, he remained naked, only covered us with a blanket on the couch.
“Are you comfortable here? Or do you want to go back on the floor?” he asked.
He took up most of the couch due to his size, but pulled me on top of him, making him my body pillow. I cozied up into his shoulder, very sleepy.
“This is good,” I said. “But your feet are hanging off the edge, you don’t fit.”
“I’m fine.” His arm wrapped around me, and we both settled in against the pillow. “Ya know, if I wasn’t so tired, I’d be putting your theory about not being ticklish to the test.”
“There’s always tomorrow,” I said.
I think we were both asleep before I finished saying it.
CHAPTER 17
Logan
I’d been awake for about twenty minutes already, just watching and listening to her sleep. Last night was freaking insane. First, the sheer fact that she was in my arms in the first place was literally a dream come true. She didn’t hate me. Second, the sex was fucking fantastic. Like the hottest sex I’d ever had. She was a siren in bed.
Beyond that, we even shared parts of ourselves with one another. Secrets, backstory to my life I hadn’t told anyone else, especially here at school.
