Grace for Drowning

"I need to be inside you," he said, and without even waiting for a reply, he pulled me to my feet, looped his hands under my legs and lifted me until my head was level with his. Locking his lips over mine once more, he took a step forward to put my back against the wall, and then he slammed himself inside of me.

The whole motion happened so quickly, I barely had time to react. The sheer ferocity of it, that primal explosion, lit a fire underneath my skin. He held me against the wall like I weighed nothing at all, his mouth plundering mine while he rammed himself up inside me. I could feel every iron inch of him as he sheathed himself deeper and deeper. A low rumble was emanating from his chest, rolling through his body and into my own. I'd never felt so taken before, so completely possessed.

His body looked spectacular in this position. The strain of supporting me was doing all manner of incredible things to his chest and arms. Every part of him trembled and flexed. Despite the roughness of his motions, it was an incredibly sensual experience. The chill of the tiles, the steam misting my skin, the air swirling around us, hot and heavy. I was utterly lost in the moment. Lost in him.

I felt my orgasm beckoning in the distance, and Logan seemed to sense it.

"Look at me," he barked, pressing his head to mine once more. "I want you to look at me when I make you come."

I didn't really have a choice. Those spectacular eyes seemed to hold me in a trance. My world ignited, everything inside me exploding as waves of ecstasy rolled through every muscle. And all the while, Logan watched, masculine satisfaction flaring in his eyes.

"You are so fucking gorgeous when you do that," he said, as my cries finally subsided. He slipped out of me, leaving an aching emptiness between my legs, and lowered me to the ground. He was still rock hard, and unless I'd somehow missed it, he hadn't come yet.

"We're not done already are we?"

He shook his head, smiling like I'd said something hilarious. "I'm not done with you yet, Grace. I'll never be done with you."

Now that I liked the sound of.

"I just want to have you another way. I want to watch you ride me." He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. "Come and get dry."

I enjoyed the sight of him toweling off for several seconds, then found one of my own, and soon he was leading me to the bedroom.

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p; He sat on the bed, bringing his head perfectly level with my breasts, drawing first one and then the other into his mouth. I responded by reaching out and wrapping his length in my fingers once more. Despite the break in proceedings, his excitement hadn't faded even a little. I didn't think I'd ever get sick of touching him.

He played with me like that for half a minute, coaxing the coals inside me back to life, then spun me around so I stood between his legs with my back to him. "Fuck me, Grace. I want to watch that ass bob up and down on my cock."

I was only too happy to oblige. With one hand resting on his leg for support, I used the other to guide him inside me. A thunderous moan escaped his lips. I rode him slowly, savoring that fullness, the way he spread me open, the feel of skin on skin. I loved the way he seized control, but this was exciting too. It made me feel powerful and incredibly sexy, having him just lie there while I drove us both to ecstasy.

He didn't last long. As his climax took hold, his hands shot out to seize my hips, driving me down, impaling me on that shaft as deep as possible. I clenched my muscles, milking him, until he collapsed backward with a long sigh.

"That was incredible," he said.

I lifted myself off and turned to face him, my lips curling in a cheeky smile. "Was? Who says I'm done with you?"

He stared at me with amazement painted on his face as I climbed back on top, this time facing him. His cock was finally softening, but it began to swell once more as I pushed it back inside myself. He let out a short hiss, no doubt still sensitive from what had just happened, but he didn't stop me. Instead he leaned up into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close until our chests were touching.

"My mistake," he said. "Please continue."

I rode him faster now, pumping my hips back and forward rather than up and down, grinding my clit against him. Despite having nothing behind his back, Logan stayed upright, supporting himself with the strength of his abs alone. His stubble grazed across my skin as he brought his mouth to meet mine, kissing me passionately. It was such an intimate position, our eyes locked just an inch apart, our bodies knotted together as if they were a single entity.

We came together, a wordless eruption, each of us clawing at the other's backs and crying each other's names. The connection I felt in that moment was devastatingly intense. It almost brought tears to my eyes.

Logan didn't speak for a long time after. He just stared up at the ceiling with a strange expression playing across his face.

"What's going on up there?" I asked.

He blinked, as though coming back from somewhere far away. "Nothing. I just...Thank you for this," he said. "You have no idea what it means to me. And I'm not just talking about the sex, I mean the picnic, everything. It's been a long time since anyone went out of their way like this for me. This has been one of the best nights of my life."

"Me too," I replied. "I kind of don't want it to end."

He grinned. "I guess you'll just have to make feasts for me more often then, won't you?"

"Only if you promise to follow it up like this every time."

"You have yourself a deal."