Page 76 of The Cutting Edge
"Do you like that baby?" he asks, nibbling, licking, teasing.
"Don't stop," I beg, my hands holding onto his hair for dear life as every sense in and outside of my body explodes.
With one final stroke of his tongue, he sends me spiraling over the edge into oblivion, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through every fiber of my being as wave after wave crashes over me.
Logan continues his delicious torment, exploring every inch of exposed skin until I'm trembling with want. Only then does he strip off his clothes and cover my body with his own, hard muscle and soft skin sliding against me in the most decadent caress.
His cock is fucking majestic. There’s no other way to put it. He reaches over the side of the bed and pulls a condom from his pants pocket. I extend my hand and he grins, handing me the condom. Grinning as I run my fingers up and down the length of him, I say, "What size is this condom?"
"Why," he asks, panic flashing in his eyes, as I slowly stroke his cock. His head falls back as I work his shaft, teasing the head with my tongue, small moans escaping his full lips.
"Because you're definitely going to need an extra large," I say, and then take as much of his length in my mouth as I can, my hand working the base of his cock in concert.
"Oh God, baby that feels so good. You have no idea how bad I want you."
"Show me."
"Put that condom on my cock and I will."
I oblige, ripping the foil package and slowly rolling the condom over his massive shaft. Whip fast, he's got his arm around me, and in an instant, I'm on my back with Logan's lips on mine.
I moan into his mouth as Logan enters me in one smooth thrust. The feeling of fullness, of closeness, sends stars exploding in my brain. Logan begins to move, slow and deep, turning my bones to liquid honey.
It's sweet agony, pleasure so intense it borders on pain, as Logan drives us both to the brink again and again. When release comes it's shattering, world-rending ecstasy, and I cling to Logan as the tremors fade, basking in the heat of his embrace. “Stay with me baby,” he says with breathless satisfaction. “Stay with me always.”
My eyes drift shut, heavy and sated, as sleep steals over me. Safe in Logan's arms, I feel like I'm home.
Chapter thirty-two
Logan
Lastnightwasfuckingperfect, just like I knew it would be.
As we moved together, I felt a deep connection that was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. When I'm with Coco, everything around us fades away and all that remains are the two of us; lost in this incredible bond we share.
And after weeks of hanging around in the hospital and now the rink, I can’t wait to take Coco on a proper date.
I glance at Coco, her eyes shining with anticipation as we stand on the elevated train platform of the Market-Frankford line in West Philadelphia. My anticipation of her reaction is sweetly agonizing.
"Trust me," I say, holding her hand gently. "You're going to love this."
Coco turns to me, her auburn hair cascading down her back, and smiles brightly. "I'm so excited! Also, I know this is the dorkiest thing ever, but I love riding the train. It reminds me of the tram at Disney when I was a kid. My brain equates trains with like, the best day ever."
“Let’s hope I can keep that streak alive,” I laugh, wrapping my arms around her and gently kissing the top of her head as we wait on the platform.
As the train approaches, I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. This is more than an ordinary date - this is a chance to express how much Coco truly means to me. I’ve planned out every detail.
As we board the train, I guide her to the window seat so she can get the best view. We sit side by side, our legs touching, and I feel my heart rate pick up. There's something about being this close to Coco that just makes everything seem more vibrant, more alive.
With a contented sigh, she snuggles against my shoulder and gazes out the window. "So," she murmurs, her voice hushed with delight, "what exactly are we looking for?"
"LOVE LETTER is a series of rooftop murals all along this train line," I explain. "They were created by an artist named Stephen Powers who wanted to share his love for a woman, and for his hometown, West Philadelphia. They're these little hidden gems, just waiting to be discovered."
"Wow," Coco breathes deeply, her eyes scanning the passing buildings. "Logan, That's so romantic."
"Isn't it?" I grin, feeling a sense of pride that I’ve chosen this perfect date for Coco. "Keep your eyes peeled; they can be easy to miss."
As the train moves along, we spot our first mural – a bright, bold declaration of love painted across a brick wall. Coco gasps, her face lighting up, and I can't help but smile at her reaction.
