And I froze.
“Did you hear that?” I asked.
He slowed his pace, but didn’t stop his in and out movements completely as he listened.
We could hear the squeak of floorboards above us.
Logan slowed a bit more, but still moved inside me, dick and thumb. It was near impossible to not move; the feelings building inside me were about to burst.
“I think she’s just going to the bathroom,” he said.
I started rocking against him again, needing the pace to increase. As soon as I did, we heard the water of the plumbing above us and the floorboards again.
He was right. But that meant she was still awake.
But he had me so close to the edge, I honestly didn’t care who heard us at this point.
I needed to come. I needed this to finish.
My hips increased the intensity of their movements, our bodies slamming against one another. And he understood. The rhythm returned. The pace increased. His thumb pushed in deeper, in and out of my ass.
I wasn’t walking up that hill, I was sprinting. This was nothing like I’d ever felt before. The sensations were completely different as the room began to spin around me. My hand reached below, seeking out my clit, I needed more. It suddenly wasn’t enough. Rubbing myself while he fucked me, while he pounded against me, into me, into both of my openings, had my head spinning.
“Are you touching yourself, baby?” Logan breathed out.
“Yes…”
“Fuck…” he grunted. “That’s fucking hot.” He stilled against me. “Shit, baby, I don’t wanna come yet, you have me so turned on.”
My head snapped back toward him.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop.” My hand worked furiously on my clit to keep the momentum going. I didn’t want to lose this impending release.
I literally could see the top.
And then Logan reared back and slammed into me.
Hard.
Oh. My. God.
I was at the point of no return.
He rammed himself against me, his erratic actions those of someone close to the edge as well. My fingers gripped the sheets, trying to keep me from crashing into the wall, our movements intense.
“Fuck, Ava, I’m gonna come, baby.”
The smacking of skin against skin increased.
“Are you gonna come, baby? Come with me,” he said.
I was.
The plunge was happening, right off the side of that cliff.
And it was glorious.
“Yes!” I cried out. “I’m coming!”
