“Danielle,” he growls, and then it’s like he can’t wait any longer. I’m getting worked up all over again, and while we’re moving fast, both desperate for a release, there’s something tender in his touch, something that’s so magnetic and feels so right. It’s more than just two people meeting a physical need.
It’s like we were made for this. Like we were meant to be together.
Logan brings his face back to mine, kissing me as he lines his cock up to my entrance. I widen my legs and angle my hips up, heart in my throat. He kisses me hard and pushes that big dick inside of me, filling every single inch.
I cry out in pleasure, body going into overdrive. I’m still so hot and worked up from before. My clit is sensitive, and just having his thick cock inside of me rubs my G-spot in the perfect way.
I know I’ll be coming again, which is another thing no one has ever made me do.
Logan starts off slow, drilling his cock in and pulling it out until only the tip remains. It hits me in the sweet spot, and I shudder, muscles tensing as another orgasm builds inside. He pushes in and pulls back again, breath coming out in a huff.
Then he gives in, unable to hold out anymore, and starts fucking me hard and fast. My mouth falls open, and I grip him tight, digging my nails into the skin on his back. He lowers himself against me and slips one arm under my body. His movements slow, but then he flips us over, pulling me on top
Gasping, I reposition us and plant my hands on his chest, riding him hard. He holds my hips, grinding me against him. I come again, leaning forward with my breasts in Logan’s face. His fingers press into my skin as he comes, bucking his hips up. I feel his cock pulsing, filling me.
I collapse onto Logan, hands trembling as I gulp in air. Gently, Logan moves us, pulling out and spooning his body around mine.
“No one has ever made me come that way before either,” I confess as Logan pulls the sheet over us.
“Yeah, I’m good.” He pulls me close.
I smile, snuggling a little close to Logan.
He is good.
We are good.
Good friends…and even better lovers.Chapter 22DanielleI roll over, stretching my arms out. In his sleep, Logan reaches for me, and I move back into his embrace, nuzzling against his chest. Muted sunlight streams through the open balcony doors. My hair is a tangled mess around my face. I’m thirsty and have to pee, but I’ve never been more comfortable than I am right now, lying under twisted sheets with Logan.
It’s like our bodies were meant to be together.
My heart is so full, and for the first time in my life, things feel like they’re going exactly the way they’re supposed to. That all the things I thought were mistakes were actually mile markers. The road was twisted, uphill, and slippery most of the way, but it led to me being exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Right here with Logan.
My best friend.
And the man I love.
Grumbling to myself, I tear away from Logan’s arms and get up, stumbling to the bathroom to pee and get a drink. Then I fall back onto the mattress, and Logan spoons his body around mine. I’d only slept maybe an hour before waking up, and I roll over, pushing Logan down onto the mattress.
I’m so fucking tired, but I can’t help the desire that’s taking me over. The warmth starts between my legs, wetting my pussy. It spreads upward through my stomach, filling me with the need to have Logan’s tongue…fingers…cock…preferably all three, on me.
In me.
“Are you awake?” I whisper, hooking my leg over Logan’s.
“Yeah,” he mumbles. “You…you okay?”
“I want you.” That gets his attention. “But if you’re too tired for a quickie, I understand.”
“I will never be too tired for you, Danielle.” He pulls me onto him and runs his hands up the back of my thighs, squeezing my butt cheeks. It’s like now that we started, we can’t stop even though we both know we should sleep.
But I’m hot and wet and need this.
So does Logan.
He flips me over, and puts his hand between my thighs, slowly raking his fingers over my skin. I groan and widen my legs.
“You’re not very patient, are you?” Logan growls and sweeps his fingers up over my clit. I open my mouth to tell him I’ve been patient, that I’ve wanted this since pretty much the first time I saw him. But all that comes out is a moan, and he pushes one of his long fingers inside me.
I’m lying on my back with Logan at my side. I’m not really at a good angle to reach out and stroke him at the same time, and knowing how good he’s going to give it to me is making me a selfish lover already.