“Crazy.” I give him a playful smack. “Okay, so I know I haven’t always been sane, but crazy?”
He doesn’t answer me, instead, he scoops me up and lifts me from the couch as if I weigh nothing. He carries me as if taking me over the threshold on our wedding day. I have an elation which matches that mood, and a strong sense of commitment too. We’re in love now, this is no longer just messing about. Not that it ever was.
Logan drops me to the floor once we get into my bedroom and I bounce up on my toes to drag those delicious lips of his back to meet mine. My ragged chest is filled with a deep lust, I can feel it surging powerfully within me. I desperately need my release now, and I can sense that Logan is the same.
As we kiss, Logan walks me backwards until I collapse onto my hard, wooden desk chair. I fall with a bit of a thump but the pain doesn’t trouble me at all. Not with Logan falling to his knees between my flushed, trembling thighs. He grabs his hands on my knees and pushes them further apart and he sidles in closer. I can feel the intense heat radiating off of him and it makes the pulsing inside of me much more powerful. Overwhelmingly so.
“Take your tee shirt off,” he growls while pressing his lips against my exposed throat. “I need you naked.”
As I tear it upwards, he yanks at my pajama shorts rising my butt right up. My lace panties go too, they drag down with the shorts leaving all of me cold and exposed. I crash back down but I’m nearer to the edge this time. Logan’s fingers fumble with my bra clasp and soon that’s gone too. I’m fully nude.
“Oh, God, you look so good naked.” His fingers trace down my torso. “You’re beautiful.”
I toss my head back, allowing my hair to spill all over the back of the chair. Logan’s fingers and thumbs bring out electrical sparks all over me, setting me alight. I’m on fire all over, I feel utterly intense.
“Oh, Logan.” My head lolls to one side, my eyes fall closed. “I want you so bad.”
He nestles his nose in between my thighs and inhales deeply. “Oh, you smell so good.” His words vibrate against my core, driving me over the edge. His voice tickles my clit all over. “I want to taste you so bad.”
His breath, his mouth, his tongue, I can sense it all and it’s dragging me deeper into the walls of pleasure. I reach for him, sinking my fingers into his hair as I encourage him closer to me. The anticipation is building, it’s growing to an uncontrollable level, the need is getting desperate now. I roll my hips towards him.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asks seductively. “Do you want me to taste you?”
“Oh, fuck yes,” I rasp back. “You have no idea how badly.”
He presses his lips against my slit, my wetness soaking his mouth, then his tongue begins to consume me whole. It flicks over me at a rapid, relentless pace, tracing the most incredible feeling patterns over me. Instinct has me trying to push him away before the hot bliss gets too much for me, but he isn’t about to give up the onslaught. His sucking, his licking, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, it’s all just too damn much.
“Logan,” I cry out as the orgasm draws nearer to the edge. “Oh my God, it’s… it’s….”
The fluttering rhythm drives me and pushes me, tipping me. My butt almost slides off the seat as I cave to the sensation and I pull Logan to me. Now I want it all, I want him to send me into the oblivion, I need it.
Like a train smashing into my body, the orgasm hits. It knocks me in the stomach, winding me, and it rolls over my body like a tsunami. It’s phenomenal, agonizingly intense, exploding every cell in my body. I part my lips to scream but all the wind has been stripped from my lungs. I’m mute, completely stunned.
Just as I’m about to slump forwards with exhaustion, Logan wraps his arms around me and he lifts me to the bed. I fall back on the sheets, spilling out everywhere, while Logan crawls across me like a predator. His dark eyes filled with desire make me shiver. It runs up and down my spine like a heat. Or maybe a cold…
“You have no idea how crazy you drive me,” he growls while his nose brushes against mine. “No clue.”
I arch my back, somehow still wanting more even after everything tha
t he’s put me through. His mouth finds mine, then my cheek, then my neck, then my collar bone. I can feel his tip teasing me and I need it all. I want every inch of him. The heat of his cock is so close, yet so far away. I groan and moan with bliss.
Logan’s fingers grip possessively onto my hips at the moment I hook my legs around his waist. I think he’s trying to hold back but the pleasure is too much for him. With a guttural grunt he finally slides all the way in, giving me everything. His powerful thrust immediately sends me flying to the edge.
His cock hits my insides, but it doesn’t feel deep enough. Somehow, I want more, I want all of him. He’s massive, far too much for me, yet I want him all, so with the last bit of strength I have I push myself upright and I flip him onto his back, straddling him. He looks surprised, but happy as fuck as well. I love that look.
I grip onto his thick, muscular shoulders and I ride him. I bounce up and down hard and fast, ensuring that every thrust brushes against my clit. Greedily, I want another orgasm, I need that heady rush. Logan makes me desperate for more, always. I never get tired of him, the chemistry will never dull, I can feel it.
“Tamara.” His fingers grip onto my hips. “Tamara, it’s too much. You’re too much. You’re everything,”
My head spins, I see stars, the previous pleasure comes back around and makes this orgasm just as earth shattering. I throw my head back and let it shudder through me. It’s wonderous. I love it. I allow my body to open up to the pleasure and it becomes even more intense. I can barely stand it anymore. I might explode.
“I love you,” I murmur… or maybe I scream, I’m not too sure. Nothing makes sense. “I love you, Logan.”
He pushes himself up into a sitting position and strips the air from my lungs with another kiss. His whole body tightens, I kiss him harder as I sense him tipping over the edge, then he shatters and relaxes, crying out through the bliss. I swallow up most of his screams, but a few of them break free. The sound comes from the pit of his stomach, it buzzes and vibrates through me, I love knowing that I’m the cause of it. I can make him feel this way.
We collapse onto the bed next to one another, panting heavily. Logan slips his hand into mine and he tugs me a little closer to him. I snuggle against his chest and listen intently to his racing heart. Each beat feels like it’s for me, each pump brings me to back alive, Logan brings me to life. I’ve been living again since I met him.
“Soon, we’ll be looking at all kinds of ceilings, all over the world,” Logan chuckles. “Can you believe it?”