I wouldn’t have beensurprised. Considerate could have been his middle name.
“Sure you’re not too sore?”he asked, hand splayed over my hip instead of on my cock now, holding mesteady. The other one was nestled against my thigh, guiding him inside.
“Positive,” I said. I wantedto say that he was a long way from my first, that I’d had more for longer, thattwo or three times a night wasn’t unusual for me and I wasusedto it, but Ididn’twant him to think any of that.
I only wanted him to thinkof the two of us, as though this was the way it’d always been.
“Condom?” he asked, and Icould hear the struggle of not sliding into my warmth in his voice. But he’dstill paused, still asked.
That made me surer of myanswer than anything else could have.
I shook my head. He’d insist if heknew he needed one, and…
“I trust you,” I said,slipping my fingers between his, linking them together where they restedagainst my thigh.
And I’d never donethis without before, and Iwantedto. Just this once. With a man I…
Loved.
With a man I’d fallen in lovewith so hard ithurt.
I gasped as the tip of Logan’s cock pressedagainst me again, harder this time, more insistent. A whimper sounded high andtight in my throat as he slipped inside, the head of his cock following, apause before he continued.
Slow and easy so I couldfeel every goddamn inch filling me, the gentlest anyone had ever done it.
I was gasping for breath bythe time he was all the way inside, his fingertips drawing circles on my thigh,body still.
While he waited for me to beready.
Because this wasn’tfunfor him unlessit was fun for me, too, and that thought was so hot I shivered in his arms.
Strong arms that he didn’t mind holdingme in public with.
God, how was Ievergoing to get over him? This was something so perfect and precious that I couldn’t have imaginedit before Logan came crashing into my life.
“You feel—” I paused as mywhole body tensed with pleasure, just thethoughtof being withLogan enough to send a wave of lust rolling through me. “You feel sogood.”
“You too,” Logan murmured,dropping a kiss on my shoulder. Still infinitely gentle, he pushed me down intothe mattress, his weight pinning me in place.
“I got you,” he promised,and I’d never felt safer in my life. With the rain still pit-patting outsideand the waxing moon shining through the window, this could have been somethingout of a perfectly-crafted fantasy.
I didn’tcarethat it was acrappy motel in the middle of nowhere. It didn’t matter.
I could have been happy withLogan anywhere.
A spike of pleasure made megasp at the first slow roll of Logan’s hips, his cock grinding against sensitivespots all the way through the stroke like it was shaped just for me.
The bed creaked under us,counter-point to the wind and rain outside, Logan rocking into me slow andsteady, taking his time.
Savoring this one lastchance, I thought. I was special to him, too, wasn’t I?
Every thrust was likeprodding a campfire to bring it back to life, a gentle build and then a suddenflare, a gasp, a moan. My cock throbbed under me, dragging against the roughsheets, precome making a sticky mess.
This was sex as it wasmeantto be. Every touch, every kiss, every long, slow thrust a study in pleasure.Two bodies making each other feel good.
And Logan could do this forme because hecared.
“Fuck,” I sobbed as Logangrazed a sensitive spot with the head of his cock, a deep shiver rollingthrough me.
