Lover Boy: All American Boy

The tears flee from their gates behind her eyelids as she turns her body toward him. Reaching forward, she rests her hand against the overgrown scruff on his cheek and jaw.

“You were perfect, Logan. It was more than I ever imagined.”

“Then what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Reaching up, she swipes at her moist cheeks, removing the wetness that settled there.

“I swear it’s not you, Logan. I just...haven’t done this...in a really long time and it’s bringing back too many memories I’m not ready to deal with.”

“What do you mean?”

Huffing she replies, “I don’t want to think about Nick or Declan when I’m doing this with you, but I can’t help it. I’m not comparing, Logan, but I am so freaking scared. All I can think about is ‘Why wasn’t it ever like this with them? Was I wrong all along?’ and then I wonder if I ever really loved them. God, Logan, I don’t want to feel like this.”

“Babe, calm down,” he says as he sits up, bringing her with him, resting her face between his hands. “I know that you loved them. And I know that you loved them completely differently than you love me.” As shock envelops her face, Logan continues, “Yea, I love you; we’ll talk about that in a minute. But what we have is intense, and fierce, and so overwhelmingly passionate that we couldn’t control it if we tried. Avery, we have something people search their entire lives for, but that doesn’t mean you loved them any less. We just have something different, something that waited until this very moment to encompass us. I wish you never had to go through the things you did, but watching you survive and thrive makes me love you even more. It’s ok to think about them. I’m ok with it. It only proves how compassionate you are. Okay? No more tears?”

Avery can only nod in response. His words soak deep within her soul and cleanse her heart. He’s right, Avery did love them differently. With Nick everything was new, with Declan everything was whimsical; now, with Logan, everything is passionate. It’s this wistfully, all-encompassing combination of lust and love. And just letting that notion roam across her mind confirms that she loves Logan, too. She doesn’t know how or when it happened, but it snuck up on her and wrapped her heart in its warmth, forcing it to pulse with affection.

Blinking away the remaining tears, she gazes into Logan’s beautiful hazel eyes and says, “You’re right and I love you, too.”

“You do? Really?”

“I do. I don’t know how it happened and I’m so afraid something will happen to you, but I can’t fight it anymore.”

“I love you, Avery. I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.”

Leaning closer to him, Avery presses her lips lightly against Logan’s then says, “Just stay with me,” then forces her lips harder against his.

Logan pulls her closer to his body and she instinctively wraps one of her legs over his hips, allowing his hardening bulge to rub against her still slick mound. Avery pushes Logan onto his back and she slides down his legs, bringing her face within inches of his ever growing cock. Tentatively she wraps her small hand around the solid base, testing its weight. Licking her lips in anticipation, Avery brings her mouth toward the darkening tip and then allows her tongue to venture forward to taste the dripping of moisture. A growing need to feel him in her mouth has Avery dipping her head closer, tossing her wild hair over one shoulder, and encasing Logan’s erection between her lips. The mixed flavors of both of their need combine within her mouth as she glides the slick erection in and out of her mouth.

Too soon Logan grips her from under her arms and brings her to his hips. She straddles his waist, rocking back and forth slowly against his erection, stimulating against her sensitive nerves.

“You make me so hot, Avery. I need you again.”

“I can tell,” Avery says saucily, sliding her hands across his pectorals, teasing his cock by gliding the tip in and out of her entrance.

Before she has the chance to react, Logan returns her to her back and begins fully sliding his member in and out of her slowly.

“This one won’t be quick. I want to feel all of you this time.”

Logan’s mouth moves down her neck, leaving heated bite marks in his wake as he slides down to take her breast in his large hand and her nipple in his mouth.

“You’re beautiful, Avery. When you come it’s like viewing a masterpiece.”

“Logan,” she moans as she feels the subtle waves of her orgasm springing forth.

He continues to roll her nipple around with his tongue, the feel sending sparks directly to her core, spurring on her release. Avery grips at his back as she feels herself reaching that point of ecstasy, her nails digging harshly into his skin leaving trails in their wake.

“Logan,” she whispers huskily, “I’m going to come.”

A scream violently escapes from her when her body pushes over the pinnacle. Her emotions so raw from her surrender, she can’t contain the few escaped tears that leak from the corner of her eyes.

“Feels so good, baby. I could make you come all night.”

Avery groans in response. The thought of him sliding in and out of her for unforeseen hours causing her muscles to clench and a surge of wetness to expel, coating his shaft in more of her juices.

“I need you to come again, Avery. I want you to fall apart with me.”

Those words are her undoing and the symptoms come so fast that she barely has time to react.