Page 50 of What It Means To Be Found

“If you’re not inside me in the next minute,” I whispered, reaching down to guide him toward where I wanted him, “I will cry.”

Logan smirked and shook his head, lowering himself on his elbows as he followed the movement of my hand to push forward.

Shit, this was going to take some effort.

“Go slow,” I breathed as he started to push in. I gasped and held my breath before I watched him stiffen and halt his movement. I didn’t want that. I shook my head at him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, canting my hips to encourage him to continue.

“Actually,” I gasped as he kept going, “Maybe you should rip the band-aid off.” Logan’s brow furrowed, and I barely noticed a hint of sweat starting to coat his brow. “Yeah, yeah I think you should just go for it.”

He frowned a little and shook his head.

“Please,” I whimpered, whimpered, something I never thought I would do in front of this man mere weeks ago, “I want it. I want you. Please give it to me.” I canted my hips again, encouraging him to go deeper, and gasping at the stretch. It was unreal how full I felt, and yet I knew he wasn’t all the way in yet.

Logan shifted one of his hands to cradle itself around the back of my neck, encouraging me to focus on his face instead of the pleasurable pain I felt from him.

“Yes,” I spoke, “Yes. Please. Do it.”

Logan lowered his head to capture my lips in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. As soon as I slid my tongue past his lips, he slammed his hips against mine.

I cried out. Thankfully, it was slightly smothered with his mouth over mine, but the shock of his invasion made my whole body stiffen around him. He didn’t move, instead, he just continued to kiss me, kiss me, and kiss me. Languid, sensual kisses that made my brain feel foggy, that made warmth pool in my lower belly and relax my muscles that were desperately clenching around him.

It wasn’t until Logan could feel the muscles in my body relax, loosening its death grip on him, that he separated our lips and let my head fall back enough to tell him, “Move.”

He did. Slow, deep thrusts. They were designed to see how I would react; if I needed him to stop or slow down again. I tried to convey with my body language that I wanted him to keep going because I was feeling a delicious burn from it and I was almost desperate to see where this ended.

I hadn’t been this stretched out and lubricated with penetrative sex in a very, very long time.

I didn’t realize I had closed my eyes; I think that happened during the kisses, but I opened them to see Logan lift his head from where he had settled it in between my shoulder and neck to look at me.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped against one of his thrusts, and Logan’s brow pinched at my apology. He halted his last thrust, but I tried to meet his movements. “I was wrong.”

His confusion didn’t leave his face, but he listened to my body language and continued to move deep inside me. His confidence in his invasion of me slowly grew the more I encouraged him.

“You don’t remember?” I asked, loving how he was so clearly confused and had no idea what I was talking about. Logan shook his head in the negative, his eyes rolling in the back of his head when he hit a spot just right inside of me that made me flutter once around him.

“I think it was last year,” I was whispering now, his momentum speeding up a little. “I said, ‘sorry about your penis’.” At that, Logan’s grin spread wide across his cheeks as he lowered his head onto my shoulder and huffed out some choked and strained laughter. I giggled with him as he paused his movement to regain his composure, rubbing his back and shoulder muscles with my hands.

“I was so wrong,” I continued, “You weren’t overcompensating for anything. In fact, I think you need a bigger truck.”

Logan shook his head against my shoulder as he thrust hard, almost in some sort of retaliation for the teasing. I gasped, and he responded accordingly. Suddenly, he wasn’t holding back anymore. He was more confident, or at least, more confident in what I could take. His thrust turned a little more aggressive, and my body loved it. It looked like he was losing control, his body responding on instinct as he fucked me into my mattress.

I finally released my grip on his shoulders as I planted my hands flat against my headboard above my head, my back arching the slightest bit. Logan shifted just enough to put his weight on one arm while his other hand gripped my waist tight, holding me in place as he continued to take me.

His breathing was short, labored, and made my body burn.

This newer angle he was hitting me with made my eyes widen. “Oh god, oh god.” Logan made eye contact with me as he continued to hold the position, and continued to thrust at exactly the momentum and energy that suddenly made me religious. “Oh god. Fuck. Fuck-fuck-fuck.”

He smirked as he eyeballed my chest, I was positive that my breasts were giving him a wonderful show as he impaled me like this.

“Shit!”

Fireworks erupted out of me. That was the only logical explanation for the type of orgasm I had. It was rising like slowly climbing to the top of the roller coaster, only instead of dropping on the other side of the tracks, the cart just blasted off into the atmosphere, grazing past the heat of the sun.

I felt it everywhere, in every muscle of my body.

I saw stars. I saw the heavens. I was pretty sure I saw some type of deity too, but all too soon I was falling from the high, gently gliding back down to earth as my muscles started to loosen one by one.

It wasn’t until I had finally regained my senses (and vision) that I felt Logan’s large body collapse on top of me, his arms wrapping themselves around me as he ground his hips one last time and pulsed erratically inside me.

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