Page 113 of The Things That Hold Us

He moans into my mouth, his tongue tangled with mine, and I can't help but moan back.

I lean back, pulling my shirt over my head, exposing my chest.

His eyes devour me just before his mouth does.

My head falls back, enjoying all the pleasure as my fingers tangle in his hair.

“Take these off.” he mumbles, tugging at my pants.

I do as he says, standing up and sliding my pants and underwear to the floor.

“Your turn.” I tell him, pointing at his pants.

He lifts his hips up, and shimmies out of his pants. I straddle him again, feeling his length press against me, and everything in me tightens.

His hand comes up and brushes the hair out of my face, and he gazes into my eyes. I can tell he wants to say something, to tell me something, but he doesn't. Instead he plants a soft kiss against my lips, and starts working my tongue with his.

Slow, languid kisses.

My body feels like it's melting in his lap.

I lean up, just enough so he can situate himself, then slowly sink down onto him.

I moan as every inch of him works its way inside me, stretching me until I can't go any further.

“Fuck.” he murmers into my neck.

I start to work my hips against him, moaning as I feel him hit that spot again.

“Logan.” I moan, feeling myself tighten, an orgasm already building. This is too fast. This isn't normal.

“Mmm, yes. God, you feel so good.”

“I cant..”

“You can't do what?”

I pick up the pace, chasing my orgasm and getting lost in the pleasure.

Sex hasneverfelt this good, and I’m not sure how to handle it.

“Goddamn.” he mutters, his teeth meeting my neck, biting down gently.

I bounce, and grind, and roll my hips until I can feel myself tighten around him.

“That's it Charlie girl, come for me.”

My head falls back as my orgasm rakes through me, causing my body to shake and collapse into his.

I’m panting against him, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he plants soft kisses down my neck.

Before I know what’s happening, his hands are gripping the backs of my thighs, and he’s lifting me into the air, still inside me.

I don't object, I just kiss him as he carries me all the way to my bed.

Gently, he lays me down, never losing contact, and starts pumping in and out of me.

Soft, gentle thrusts.

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