And then I felt him move my legs apart. I loved that he was just moving me around.
I felt like he was taking care of me.
Preparing me.
I felt his knees inside mine, denim clad legs against my bare skin.
He moved and I felt his beard against the back of my neck.
Felt his lips brush along my shoulder.
"I need you, Arlys. I need you now."
I felt like I was under a spell.
"Then have me, Logan. Have-"
He forced the breath out of me, sinking in in one deep stroke.
I was lost.
The sensations inside of me, against my back, his hand gripping my breast...
Everything felt full, aching, needy.
"You like that, honey? Me inside of you."
I couldn't speak.
I could nod, and I did.
Or at least I think I did.
I felt like I wasn't in control, but that was okay.
He was.
And that's all I needed.
Him.
Logan.
"More, baby. Lean down. Cheek against the sheets. Let me fuck you."
Oh...
Logan groaned and I know he felt the flutter of my muscles against him.
"I'm so damn deep inside of you."
I couldn't argue with that.
I wanted to feel him inside of me all night long.
"If it starts to hurt-"
"I'll tell you," I ground the words out. I closed my eyes because there were sparkles in the edges of my vision, "please, Logan."
