Lover Boy: All American Boy

crosses Logan’s face at that notion – much less terrified than before.

“Avery, sweetheart. Can you wake up for a minute?”

“Hmm,” she murmurs sleepily.

“Hey, um, I don’t really know how to say this and I take full blame, but we, uh, forgot to use protection.”

She doesn’t respond, just opens her eyes a bit wider, as if that will allow her to make a more sound decision.

And then she grins. It’s small, but it’s there, and he smiles in return, glad she isn’t upset with their careless decision.

“I’m clean too, babe. I just had a physical. I’m just sorry I wasn’t more careful,” he adds.

She shuts her eyes, the grin still poised on her lips, as if she is amused at the situation.

“It’s okay, Logan. I can’t get pregnant. Now come lay in bed with me.”

“Okay,” he replies as he stands from the bedside and moves to the other side, a bit disheartened to realize he won’t see Avery pregnant with his child.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Logan lies in bed behind Avery, bringing her body close so that it rests against his and he closes his eyes, hoping to sleep quickly. Instead, sleep eludes him as he dreams of Avery with child, and then playing with a boy and a girl about the age of five, and then the dream switches to a vision of Avery and him, each holding a small infant, while they gaze at each other across his living room sofa.

Due to his dream-filled slumber, Logan wakes Avery twice during the night. Once, she wakes to find his face buried between her legs, lapping at her sweet honey, moments before she explodes onto his tongue. The next she wakes to his hand softly rubbing her breast and his dick sliding between her legs, coating himself in her wetness. When he hears her breathing increase, Logan slowly glides himself into her core, filling her completely. He whispers to her the things he wants to do and the things he feels while he’s fucking her and she meets each of his demands.

Fuck if she isn’t perfect for me.

In the morning they both fully rise later than normal, his erection still buried deep within her channel, and hard as a rock. She tilts her hips forward, making him believe that she is going to remove his body from hers, but Avery surprises him when she rocks back against his hips and groans in pleasure. He leans forward and kisses her shoulder, then sucks on the sensitive skin on her neck.

Avery reaches back and holds his head in place as she continues to pump herself against his cock. His hand slides down her smooth skin and he moves her leg over his hips, opening her up, exposing her center. Logan glides his fingers across the damp curls of her mound and swirls them around her clit, as it begs for his attention.

She cries out when she pushes over her threshold and Logan quickly turns her onto her stomach, lifting her hips in the air. Plunging back inside her warmth, in dire need of release, Logan unleashes steady lunges against her sex. Though spent, Avery pushes back against his thrusts, assisting him in his need to expel.

Soon the buildup surges deep in his spine, the crackling of his nerves alerts him to his release. Logan thrusts harder, faster, holding Avery in place as he pummels into her body. When the explosion is about to overtake his senses, Logan lays a hand on Avery’s backside before he winds back and smacks his hand against the soft skin.

“Fuck!” she screams as she comes against him once more.

Logan simultaneously yells, “Shit,” as he spills himself deep inside her.

“Fucking hell, Avery. I think you’re trying to kill me.”

Avery lazily turns her head in his direction and smiles a drunkenly, satiated smile.

“I can’t help it if you feel good,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from her screams.

Beneath a chuckle, he replies, “I think we woke up the entire hotel.”

Logan would have assumed that she would be embarrassed by that notion, but Avery surprises him again when she says, “Oh well. Rise and shine.”

Now that he’s starting to come fully awake, he knows Avery and him need to talk more about the fact that they’ve had sex without condoms, but Logan opts to wait until she seems more alert. Right now, he wants nothing more than to soak with her in the giant tub.

“Come on, babe. Let’s take a bath to soothe your muscles.”

“You’re going to join me right?” she questions lazily, her eyes scanning up and down his body.

“Of course, sweetness, but we’re just going to relax, no sex.”

She mocks a child’s pout and then smiles.