He moves his hand down, sliding my pants aside, and finds my clit with his fingers. I shudder, arching my back as he continues to press deeper.
He adds another finger, fucking me with it, but it doesn’t come close to satisfying the longing that’s consumed me. No amount of self-control can hold back the desire that surges through me.
His fingers alone can’t quench my thirst. All I want is his dick inside me, filling me, while my clit clench around him.
He slams into me with all the raw power I remember from our first night together, igniting a fire deep in me.
That night is etched in my memory, and each time I use my toy, I picture him, a thrust in and out, living the raw connection I felt that reckless night.
As he drives deeper, sensations flood back, every gasp, every moan, every brush of his skin against mine. I remember the way he looked at me, his eyes dark with desire, as if I were the only thing that mattered in the world.
I think of how desperately I craved him then and how that hunger has only grown since. This connection is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, it’s like a force that draws me in, consuming me whole.
With each thrust, he pushes me closer to the edge, and my mind races back to those moments “God, Logan,” I moan, arching my back to see his every movement. “You feel incredible.”
He responds with a low growl, a sound that shakes deep in my core, sending ripples of pleasure through me. It intensifies the longing that has been bottled up inside me for so long.
I can’t help but wonder if this is what it means to be truly alive, to feel so completely consumed by another person. The way he makes me forget everything else is intoxicating.
I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me, releasing myself to the moment. I want this to last forever, to remain in this perfect space where nothing else matters.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, my voice barely above a whisper, though I know he can feel the urgency in my words. I want to lose myself completely and give in to this wild desire.
My body responds instinctively, clenching around my fingers as pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under into bliss.
I know at this point I want nothing more than to feel him right inside me.
“Logan will be the death of me,” I think, with a racing heart. In a moment, I am shocked by my bold request, Iasp out, “I want your fucking big blue cock inside me, goddamn you, Logan!”
I notice him go stiff, a smile creeping across his face as he pulls his fingers out, moving them to his mouth and licking them one by one.
“Fuck,” I whisper, the sight igniting a fire deep within me. That simple act turns me on more than I can express, and I ache for him even more fiercely.
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Logan’s POV
As I dive my fingers into her clit, she wiggles her body, pushing my hand closer, craving more of my touch.
“I want your fucking big blue cock inside me, goddamn you, Logan,” she gasps between breaths. I go rigid, caught off guard by her rawness. I’ve always known her to be uptight about her emotions, but seeing her let go like this feels like a dream I never want to wake up from.
Her words stir something primal in me. I withdraw my fingers from her clit and bring them to my mouth, licking them one by one with a smile, enjoying the taste of her desire.
I slowly lift her away from the couch, and she instinctively wraps her legs around me as I carry her to a nearby wall.
As I push her panties aside, ready to plunge into her, she stops me and asks, “I hope you’re clean?”
I feel hurt by her request, but I shake it off. Better to be safe than sorry. With a smile, I asked her, “Did you contact STI after our last time?”
She shudders at the question, and her eyes widen. “Anyway, I’ll take the morning-after pill and go check myself at the ho-”
I don’t let her finish. With a sudden thrust, I bury myself against her clit, and she pauses, holding onto me for a moment as I drive into her slowly. When I feel her give way, I pick up the pace, moving in and out of her, feeling her heat all over me.
Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I can’t resist leaning down to take one into my mouth. As I suck and tease her nipple,
she moans my name, each sound igniting more fire within me. Her nails dig into my back, urging me on, spurring me deeper into the sea of pleasure.
I have thought about this day in my mind-when I will drive my cock inside her-but I never thought it would come this fast.
I lose myself in her, each thrust driving us closer to the edge. Her moans fill my ears, fueling my desire. The heat radiating from her body pulls me in deeper, igniting a craving that consumes me.
“God, you feel so good,” I whisper between gasps, my mouth still on her breast as I quicken the pace. Her breathing becomes more erratic with each movement.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads, her voice trembling with need. “I want more.”
I pull back for a moment, locking eyes with her, wanting to see the intensity of her desire reflected in her gaze. Her lips part in a soft gasp, and I plunge back in harder this time, pushing us both to the brink.
I feel her body tighten around me, a delicious grip pulling me deeper.
“Just like that,” she moans, her nails digging into my skin, urging me on. The pressure within me builds, and I know we’re both nearing our limits.
I shift my angle, hitting a spot that makes her gasp, her body arching against mine. “Yes! Right there!” she cries, and I can’t help but smile at her response.
Driven by her encouragement, I thrust harder, each movement pushing us closer to the edge. “I’m so close,” I tell her, my voice strained with desire.
“Me too,” she gasps, her eyes dark with need. “Don’t hold back.”
After what feels like an eternity of driving in and out, I sense her nearing her climax. She clings to me tightly, and I can feel my release building. With a final thrust, I pour everything into her.
As her back remains pressed against the wall, my cock slips from her. I adjust her position, staring deep into her eyes.
She gasps softly and closes her eyes.
“Open them,” I commanded gently. She slowly complies, but I see love, drawing me in.
I know that for her to find her way back to my house, something must have triggered it.
My heart swells with joy as I pull her closer in a hug. This is perfect; she belongs here, in my arms, waking up to see her face each day.
“Are you okay?” I ask, shaking her lightly.
She stares at me for a long moment before breaking into a wide smile. What she says next makes my heart swell with happiness.