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“Don’t try to throw this away,” he whispers, his mouth pressing against my neck and my chest in little sucks and nips on my skin.
“I won’t,” I say on an exhale as he flips me onto my back.
His hands shove up my shirt and bra in one motion, then he sucks one nipple into his mouth before moving quickly to the other one, then back again. He presses them together and shoves his face between them, licking my skin and flicking my nipples with his thumbs.
I moan and run my hands through his hair, reveling in the feel of him caressing my body, the space between my legs growing slick with desire at his ministrations.
“It happened so fast the first time,” he tells me, shifting lower, kissing down my stomach and then licking the skin above my leggings. “It was so good, but it was so fast. I wasn’t fully present for it.”
I tuck my arms behind my head as he shimmies my bottoms and undies off then presses my legs apart.
“I don’t care how tired I am. This time, I want to move slowly.”
“Slowisyour style,” I say, giving him a small smile, my earlier sadness giving way to teasing.
“Slowismy style,” he confirms, his tongue tracing around my lower lips, pressing into the creases at the juncture of my thighs then returning to my pussy again. “Slow and steady.” He kisses my clit. “Patient, even if you beg me for it.”
I moan, slipping my fingers into his hair again and applying pressure, trying to direct him.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, opening his mouth and pulsing his tongue in delicious waves against the spot where Iachefor him to give me attention.
But then he lifts up again and I let out a groan, trying to push him back down.
“I told you, Paige,” he says, licking me from core to clit then letting out a moan. “I’m going to take this slow and steady, no matter how good you taste or how much you beg me to go faster.”
I finally pull my hands back and give him control, enjoying this sexual confidence he seems to be determined to exert.
He takes his sweet time. Licking, sucking, nipping. He uses his fingers to press deep inside of me, holds my legs wide, and examines me, rubs me over and over until I am really and truly desperate.
Desperate and begging for release.
“Please fuck me, Logan,” I tell him, my hands clawing at the sheets beneath me. “Please.”
Only then does he rise up and slide into me.
The first time, he surged in like he couldn’t help himself. Tonight, he inches in, deeper and deeper, so I can feel every nerve as he strokes against the delicate and sensitive skin inside of me.
“Nothing feels like this,” he tells me once he’s reached the end, once he can move no further. “Nothing feels the way we feel together.”
Sweat dampens his back as I cling to him, as I dig my nails into him, searching for a way to ground myself.
“Nothing,” I agree.
And I mean it.
Nothing has ever been like this.
Nothing has ever hit me as deep as this.
And I’m not talking about where he’s pressed between my legs. I’m talking about where he’s created a space for himself in my heart. The depth he’s burrowed into, the way he’s created a hole only he can fill.
Logan is the man I want to give everything to. Be everything for. The one I want beside me when everything falls apart.
Because next to him, it will always be worth it to put things back together.
As he strokes in and out, as he stares deep into my eyes while moving inside of me, I can almost believe he feels the same.
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