Page 48 of Because of Logan

Artless.

“This place is beautiful.”

When she speaks, the words startle me, so quiet and intense the moment is.

I lean over her, my knee touching her thigh, my hand at her waist.

“No, you are.”

She looks at me with confusion in her eyes.

“I’m what?”

“Beautiful.”

She reaches up and folds a hand behind my neck, fingers playing with my hair.

“Come here,” she whispers.

I comply, half of my body hovering over hers as she lies back down. She traces the outlines of my face. My eyebrows, the curve of an ear, the bridge of my nose, my chin, and finally, my bottom lip. The touch is light as air.

“Kiss me,” she says.

“As you wish.” I quoteThe Princess Bride.

She smiles as my lips touch hers.

The kiss starts slow, teasing. But her hands tangle in my hair and pull at my back, urging me on, asking for more. She tugs me closer, and I let my body touch hers, a thigh between hers, my hard-on pressed into her hip. I brace myself as to not drop my full weight on her. She’s half my size.

Skye presses up into me, and the last thread of restraint is gone. My tongue invades her mouth, and she whimpers and presses into me harder. I push my thigh into her center, and she pushes back, seeking relief. Her small hands grab at me, move down my back, and flex on my hip. I move on top of her, between her legs, never breaking the kiss.

She moans when I press my hardness into her, and Skye wraps her legs around mine. I move, grinding my erection into her clit. Our lips part then, and I kiss her neck instead. Her hard nipples are pressed to my chest, and I can feel her need, her desperation in the way her hands open and flex on my hips. She’s close to orgasm. If I keep this up, I’m going to come too. I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm from just grinding into a girl. High school, maybe.

And then it happens. Her body arches under mine, and her mouth is open, but no sounds escape her. Her skin is flushed red. I slow my movements as she comes down from her orgasm. I didn’t come. I’m hard as steel. That’s okay. I’ll take care of it later, picturing this moment in my mind over and over.

Her body relaxes and she goes limp under me. Then her eyes fly open as if surprised by what just happened. The expression on her face tells me exactly that. She tries to move her hands to cover her face, but my position on top of her makes it awkward.

“Hi,” I say.

She closes her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I lost control, and I feel like I kind of molested you.”

I would laugh, but I know she’s really concerned.

“Skye, you didn’t molest me. You turn me the heck on.”

“I feel like I lead you on and... and...”

I know what she’s trying to say. I didn’t get off. She didn’t plan on it going past a kiss. But it did, and I’m glad.

“Shh. I’m a big boy. I can handle myself. I know you’re not trying to lead me on. And I’m glad you lost control. It was hot as fuck.”

“Well, not quite hot as fuck, since technically, it was more like hot as dry humping,” she says.

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