My entire body convulses as the wave crashes over me, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I clamp down around him, muscles spasming wildly as I come apart. My vision blurs, sparks dancing behind my eyelids as my consciousness narrows to this single point of ecstasy.
"Fuck, Jess," Logan growls against my ear, his rhythm faltering as my body milks him. "That's it."
I can't speak, can't think, can only feel as the aftershocks ripple through me. My legs tremble, threatening to give out entirely. If not for Logan's arm snaking around my waist, holding me up, I'd collapse onto the couch.
He's still moving inside me, chasing his own release, each thrust sending new jolts of oversensitive pleasure-pain through my system. I whimper, overwhelmed but unwilling to stop him.
Logan’s pace slows for an instant, his breath hot against my neck, but then he grips my hips harder and drives deeper, his thrusts more angled and desperate.
He's hitting that spot inside me that makes my knees buckle, and I'm still so sensitive from the first orgasm that every movement sends electric currents through my body.
My fingers claw desperately at the leather, seeking purchase as another wave begins building inside me. It's too soon, too intense, and I'm not sure I can handle it, but my body betraysme, responding to his relentless rhythm. I bite my lip to keep from crying out his name.
He slides one hand around to where we're joined, his fingers finding my swollen clit with unerring accuracy. The first touch nearly buckles me. He circles it with torturous precision, knowing exactly how to touch me, how to wind me up again.
My breath comes in short, desperate pants. Sweat trickles down my spine as the pressure builds again, impossibly stronger than before. Every muscle in my body tightens, trembling with the strain of holding back what's coming.
Then it happens, another wave of pleasure crashes over me like a tsunami, more powerful than the first. My body convulses uncontrollably, inner walls clenching around him with such force that I hear his breath hitch.
I'm coming so hard I can't breathe, can't think, can only feel as wave after wave of pleasure tears through me, turning my bones to liquid, my mind to static.
Behind me, Logan's rhythm falters, grows erratic. His fingers dig deeper into my flesh, and his breathing becomes ragged, desperate. His entire body tenses against mine, muscles coiling tight as a spring before he buries himself to the hilt with one final, brutal thrust. I feel him pulsing inside me, the hot rush of his release triggering another aftershock that makes me gasp and shudder.
For a long moment, we stay frozen in place, connected and trembling. The anger that drove us to this point has burned away, leaving only the raw, honest connection of our bodies. His forehead drops to rest between my shoulder blades, hischest heaving against my back. I can feel his heart hammering, matching the frantic pace of my own.
Slowly, gently, his hands move to brush the strands of hair that have fallen into my face.
The softness of it breaks something in me. It feels too much like pity.
Straightening I push myself off the sofa. Logan’s hands drop instantly.
He stares at me, expression unreadable, chest still rising and falling heavily as I smooth my skirt down and fix my blouse. My fingers tremble as I try to make myself look composed.
I can still feel him. The evidence of us dripping into my panties.
“That’s it then,” I say, running my fingers through my hair again, trying to steady myself.
The emotions I’ve been holding back all morning press at the surface, threatening to spill.
I sniff and finally risk a glance at him.
He hasn’t moved.
“So,” I ask, the word scraping out of me, “are you moving out? Or do you expect me to?”
Logan
“What?” I say, genuinely stunned at how we went from having sex against the couch to this.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she throws a hand up, her voice tipping into something dangerously close to hysterical, “that was a great goodbye fuck. Really. Ten out of ten. But I’m guessing you’re ready to move on to the next part.”
“Jess, I-”
“It’s fine,” she cuts me off, louder now, the words coming too fast. “I mean, I thought this break was for you to evaluate your feelings. But I guess you evaluated.”
She laughs, and it sounds brittle.
“I’m just wondering if I get to stay in my home, or if I have to leave. Since you don’t want to be a weekend dad.” Her voice is pointed as she throws my words back in my face.
