That was the kind of thinghedid. I needed safety, and he was keeping me safe.
I rolled over to face him.The room was almost pitch black, only the moonlight streaming through thincurtains to see by.
Was the power back on yet?
“Can’t sleep either,” Iagreed, reaching out to put a hand on his chest, trailing it down to his nakedbelly. “But you know what would help…”
“Okay,” he said,puppy-eager, shuffling closer under the covers.
Yes.
Logan pounced, kissing mehot and insistent, nipping and sucking and licking at all the sensitive placeshe remembered from the first time. I rolled over again so my back was facinghim, hopeful, and he nuzzled his way down my neck, gentle fingers sweeping myhair out of the way.
His thick cock pushedbetween my thighs, hard and already leaking, the head catching on my balls andsending sparks of pleasure shooting deep into my gut. I could barely breathewhen his hand skimmed down my leg, familiar callused fingers making my skintingle in their wake.
“I got you,” Logan promised,breath ghosting over my ear, fingers tightening around my thigh as he rockedagainst me, half on top of me, precome spreading between my legs, over myballs, even up the base of my cock.
My fingers curled around thelube I’dstashed under the pillow earlier in a fit of optimism, and I pressed it into hishand without a word. He took it, biting down on the back of my neck and leavingme gasping for air.
Logan might have been new toboys, but he wasn’t new to sex. It showed in everything he did, how easy it wasfor him to give me everything I wanted. Every touch was practiced, never toohard but always hard enough, rough when he needed to be and gentle the rest ofthe time. His touch glided over me like silk, and even between rough motel sheetsI felt like the most precious thing in the world.
No one had ever made me feellike this before. No one had everbothered.
Lube-slicked fingers trailedup the inside of my thigh, a shiver of pleasure running down my spine as Logancircled my hole. I bit my lip, barely stifling a cry as he added pressure, soclose but not enough to breach me.
God I wanted him inside me.I wanted it more than I wanted air.
I wanted italways,and I wasn’tallowed to think that, and I wasn’t allowed to keep him, but I couldn’t helpit.
Wanthad a mind allof its own.
“Don’t let me hurt you,”Logan murmured, his lips butterfly-light against my neck as he kissed his wayup and down it. Showering me with affection where I was used to partners allbut forgetting I was anything other than warm and willing.
Tears welled up in my eyesat the thought of howgoodLogan was, how little I deserved him.
“You won’t,” I whispered,half because I could take just about anything, half because I knew he neverwould. Logan was kind and good and strong down to his core, the sort of mananyone would be lucky to have, and I was thrilled to know him.
I bit my lip again as hepushed his fingers into me, the stretch and burn making my stomach swoop. Mybody knew pleasure came next, the fullness of a cock inside me. Logan’s, restingagainst my thigh, was perfect. Thick and curved and big enough to be satisfyingwithout leaving me feeling bruised and sore in the morning.
“Okay?” His breath tickledmy neck, warm and soft, voice rumbling deep in his chest.
I nodded. “I’m okay.”
Okaydidn’t even begin tocover it as his fingers moved inside me, my cock throbbing with every thrust. Imoved a hand down for some friction only for Logan to bat it away and cover mewith his own, thumb pressing against the sensitive spot under the head.
“Let me,” he said, but he saidit like a plea, as if I might sayno. Who would refuse this mananything?
Gentle lips pressed againstmy skin as Logan eased his fingers in and out of my body. It was easy to relaxfor him, the certainty that he knew what he was doing etched into my bones.Logan was nothing if not competent and thorough.
Gasping and writhing againstthe sheets, rocking into the too-loose circle of his hand for friction, I feltas though my skin was on fire.
“Logan,” I moaned. “Comeon.”
He chuckled against myshoulder, the sound vibrating down to the pit of my stomach. “So bossy,” hemurmured, affection clinging to every syllable like dewdrops to a blade ofgrass.
I whimpered as his fingerspulled out of me, squirming at the sudden emptiness until he replaced them withhis cock. The thick head pressed against me, not hard enough to slip inside,but more than hard enough to feel.
Arousal welled up in my gut,teeth digging into my lip as I waited. This was one of the best moments, theanticipation right before the payoff, and either Logan liked it, too, or he’d realized I didfrom one previous encounter.
