Lover Boy: All American Boy

His fingers start to inch up the hem of her dress, the tips of his fingers trailing along the outside of her thighs. He leans closer, pressing his thickening erection against her stomach, and caresses his lips against her own. As he swipes his mouth back and forth across the plumpness in a gentle brush, Avery deftly unbuttons his shirt, removing it from his body. As she places her hands on his chest, her nails lightly scraping against the skin, Logan releases a hiss between his teeth.

The lower half of her dress rests bunched around her hips, exposing her thong to his gaze.

“God, I want you so bad,” he growls, skimming his fingers across the silken waistband before tearing it away from her body – the fabric disintegrating into nothing.

“I want you too, Logan. Please.”

Avery’s eyes close tightly as his finger strokes the folds of her sex, and she knocks her head back against the wall in ecstasy. Logan increases his pace and places the heel of his hand against her swollen nub, rubbing small circles across the nerves. She grips his shoulders, overcome by the sensation that is ever-tightening lower in her belly. Moving her hands quickly, she works the button of his pants loose, sliding them down his hips as he continues to love her with his hand.

As her pleasure continues to mount, she can’t hold back the groan that reverberates from deep within. The sounds mix with the heavy breaths emanating from their bodies and echo in the sparse room. When her orgasm emerges something within her snaps - as she crests, wave after wave, she finds herself pulling Logan’s face to hers and unleashing an unknown forcefulness as she explores his mouth with her tongue. Logan grabs her hair with his free hand in an attempt to bring her closer while continuing to prolong her release

. He toes his shoes and socks off and kicks his pants free from his muscular legs.

As he steps free from his belongings, he unzips her dress and yanks it over her head, only breaking their kiss for a second. Avery’s bra slides down her arm, freed from its front clasps by Logan’s agile fingers. Her nipples rub against his large muscles and she has to suppress a gasp at the sensation.

Between the steamy kisses and crushing orgasm, Avery finds herself whispering against Logan’s mouth, “Fuck me hard, Logan.”

“You sure?” he asks, pulling back from her face, but reaching down to stroke her hardened nipple, then the other. They pebble under his fingertips.

“God, yes. I need to feel you inside me,” she replies as she licks and bites softly at the point where his neck meets his shoulder.

“Then hold on, baby.”

Without hesitation, Logan takes a hold of her thighs and wraps them around his waist, gripping her behind in his strong hands. She wraps her arms around his neck, continuing to press her mouth against his.

He teasingly slides his erection through her folds, coating his manhood in her wetness, and triggering mini spasms within her as he directly connects with her clit. Thoroughly encased in her liquid heat, he thrusts hard and deep into her center. The feeling of fullness overwhelms her and she finds herself pulling back from Logan and groaning loudly into the empty room.

He takes a moment to let her accommodate to his size and asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Avery whispers. “Move, please. I need you to move.”

Logan doesn’t hold back. Relying on his hips and legs to hold her up, he takes her hands from his shoulders and places them above her head, one of his large hands holding both of her wrists. His other hand moves down her chest to caress her breast, rolling the pert nipple between his fingers.

As his thrusts increase the pressure begins to build deep within her center, the feel of her muscles tightening spur him into a fevered pace.

Their expenses of air collide with each other, enveloping them in a damp heat, the sweat dripping and meshing between their bodies.

“I need you to come again, Avery. Fuck, you’re so hot and tight.”

He reaches down with his free hand and places it where their bodies are joined, gliding his fingers in a circle around her swollen nub. Avery closes her eyes, allowing her body to give into the explosion.

“Come on, babe. I can feel you squeezing me.”

Avery didn’t think it was possible, but Logan thrusts harder and deeper, prolonging her orgasm and helping him reach his own. Moments later he grunts and his seed spills into her, the pulsing of his penis rubbing against her sensitive spot.

Logan doesn’t say anything; he simply carries her over to the bed and gently places them on top of the soft down comforter. He eases out of her and steps to the bathroom. Logan startles her when she feels a warm cloth cleaning their essence from her body.

Returning to the bed, Logan rests beside her and rolls to his side, resting his head on his hand. Reaching across, he tucks some stray hairs behind her ear and brushes his fingers across her cheek. As Avery’s erotic high wears off she stares at the ceiling, uncomfortable with the thoughts and feelings floating through her head.

“You okay?”

She nods in response, unsure how to voice her conflicting feelings.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough, Avery. I hope I didn’t hurt you. I just sort of...lost control.”

Looking at him, absorbing his sincerity and despair, wetness floods her eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?”