His hands were instantly pushing up the bottom of my shirt, his fingers coming into contact with my skin, skimming up my waist and across my spine. I caught his face between my hands, enjoying the feeling of the stubble beneath my fingers, the sharp line of his jaw next to mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I kissed him back with the same ferocity, giving as good as I got.

I could hear my heart beating in my ears, my body arching up to press against his as though on instinct. We fit together perfectly, as though our bodies had been made for each other - an electric, indescribable feeling.

I pulled him towards my couch, knowing that there was no way we were going to make it to my bedroom before we had to have each other. We landed heavily, with me on top of him, and Logan let out a little “oof” as we hit the cushions.

“You alright?” I giggled, and he nodded.

“I know something that’ll get my mind off it,” he murmured and leaned up to kiss me once again.

He meshed his hands in my hair, tugging it slightly so that he could tilt my head back and gain access to my lips once more. I was all too happy to give it to him, loving the smell of him, the taste of him, the presence of him.

He was addictive, instantly, like a cigarette, and I kissed him hard as though we might never get a chance to do this again.

He ran his hands up my back, pulling at my shirt, but this time slipping it over my head and tossing it aside.

I tossed my head back, and he ran his tongue down my chin and onto my throat, finally pushing me upright so he could press his mouth against my breasts.

I never wore a bra, so he had no barrier between him and my chest, and took glorious advantage of my nakedness.

His tongue flicked out against my delicate skin as though testing the waters before he took each one of my nipples into his mouth, taking his time, grazing his teeth along them until they grew hard and sensitive under his attention.

I shuddered with pleasure, my pussy alright sparking with arousal as he worshiped me.

There was something intoxicating about the way he touched me and kissed me, as though he couldn’t get enough - as though I was special, important, different.

His mouth was hot and soft, but his hands were anything but gentle as he moved down my back and groped at my ass through my jeans.

It was as though he was obsessed with me, determined to take in every little inch of me in the time that we had together.

I felt totally in control, but at the same time, I knew that if I wanted to relent it all and let him take over, he would do so in an instant.

Before I knew it, Logan had flipped me onto my back and climbed on top of me, sitting up and quickly discarding his shirt - I reached up to run my fingers down his chest, enjoying the way it felt beneath my hands - strong, muscular, powerful.

He covered my hand with his, and leaned down to kiss me once more - but this time, he was traveling down, quickly, his mouth working across my breasts and down over my stomach.

He grazed his teeth lightly against the top of my jeans, and I stared down at him as he slowly peeled them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but a pair of panties.

He kissed me once, lightly, on top of my panties, and the heat of his mouth even through the fabric made me shudder beneath him.

I let out a loud groan of anticipation, unable to hold back anymore - not that he intended to make me wait.

Before I knew it, he had hooked his fingers around my panties and ripped them down my legs.

For a moment, he just looked at my pussy. His eyes filled with lust, and his teeth grazed his bottom lip as he observed me.

Just knowing how much I was turning him was almost too much. I had never had a man look at me the way he did, look at me with such utterly focused desire.

It was as though nothing else in the entire world mattered a jot to him beyond making me cum, and I knew I wasn’t far away.

I closed my eyes as he moved his mouth towards me, finally sealing his lips around my clit and flicking his tongue lightly against me a few times, as though getting used to the feel and taste of me in his mouth.

I moaned softly, my hips shifting back and forth as I encouraged him to go harder, faster, anything - but he was going to make me take my time, and that was infuriating and outrageously hot in the same breath.

He moved away from my aching clit and began to kiss my sensitive lips, licking and sucking so gently so that my breath came faster and harder and my entire body tensed with anticipation.

As he kissed me, he pushed one finger inside of me, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured, almost to himself. I had never much been into talking dirty in the bedroom, but hearing the way his voice grew ragged around the edges as he grew hotter for me was almost enough to tip me over the edge right there.

He moved his finger slowly in and out of me in a screw - like motion, twisting it around as if to make sure that he hit every sensitive inch of my pussy. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the guttural noises that were aching to get out of me.

Finally, he returned his attention to my clit, sealing his lips around my sensitive nub and sucking lightly before addressing it with his tongue.

By that point, my body was aching, my pussy clenching around his finger as I inched closer and closer to my orgasm. I was seconds away, my climax approaching, and then, suddenly...

He stopped all at once, moving his mouth away from my cunt and pulling his finger out of me in one swift movement.

I gasped at the sudden cessation of sensation, my back arching up off the couch, and my brain fogged as I went to stare down at him, demanding to know what had just happened.

“I want to be inside you when you come,” he murmured, and I had to forgive his selfishness because hearing those words coming out of his mouth were almost too hot to handle.

He quickly stripped himself down, sheathed himself with a condom he pulled from his jeans pocket, and gently lifted one of my legs so he could drape it over his shoulder.

He planted a soft kiss on my ankle before positioning himself at my slit, and then looked down at me.

“You sure you want this?” He asked, and I yelled back my reply.

“Yes!”

And with that, he pushed inside of me in one swift motion. The feeling was beyond exquisite.

The moment felt special, perfect, and I clung to it for a moment before he started to move inside me. He took his time, thrusting slowly at first, easing himself as deep inside of me as I could take. 

Once he was buried up to his hilt in my pussy, he held himself there for a moment, inhaling deeply and letting the breath pour out of him before he continued.

I stared up at him, my body both begging him for more and desperate to linger in that moment forever. He was as good as I’ve hoped he would be, in the way that fantasies rarely were.

Finally, finally, he began to fuck me. He wasn’t taking his time now, riding me for all he was worth. It felt incredible.

I struggled to remember the last time I’ve had sex like since, completely sober and because we both wanted to rather than for some weird, manipulative half-reason.

I arched my hips up to meet him, grinding back against him as best as I could, driving him as deep inside me as I could bear.

I reached down and began to play with my clit, drawing small, quick circles around myself to match the pace at which he screwed me.

His eyes drifted down to my busy fingers as he fucked me, and his eyes flashed with a dark, heavy lust for a moment before he leaned down to kiss me once more.

It was like that - my leg bent back awkwardly, my hand trapped between us, and our lips finding each other’s once more - that I came.

It hit me like the ground after a fall from a ten-story building, tearing through me all at once - my pussy clenched, my back pressed down into the couch, my hand grabbed at the air next to his back as I urged him not to move, to stay inside me a little moment longer yet. 

A strangled cry fell from between my lips and into his mouth, our tongues still touching as I cried out.

He moved back, gripping my hips and thrusting into me hard just a few more times before he found his own climax, bottoming out deep inside me with a twisted-up expression and a deep groan of pleasure.

He held himself inside me for a few seconds before he withdrew, as though committing the feel of me to memory.

As he withdrew, I reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes. He caught my hand in between his and kissed the sensitive spot right at the center of my palm.

Even though I was completely sated, the feeling of his lips against my skin again…it was almost enough to set me off all over again.

We looked at each other, our eyes meeting for the first time since the haze of our encounter had lifted, and both of us laughed at the same moment - for the ridiculousness of it, the wonderfulness, how safe I felt now that he was here. 

How easy and obvious all this had been, how I couldn’t help but wonder if we should have been doing this years ago. And I could see that he was thinking all the same things as me, and that made me feel as though - for once - we were on the same page.

“That was pretty fucking good,” Logan remarked, shifting down so that he was sitting opposite me and pulling my feet onto his lap. He began to play with my toes, rotating them lightly, and I closed my eyes as I allowed him to manipulate me.

“It was,” I sighed, and looked over at him. He looked back at me, with a small smile on his face.

“What is it?” I demanded, cocking my head at him.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. “Just that…you mentioned a takeout when you called me, and…”

“And now you’re trying to cash in on the deal?” I teased him. “I’m sure we can find a way.”

I went to reach for my cell and the takeout menus I kept in the drawer of my coffee table, but he caught my hand before I could get to it.

“Hey, I think we’ve got to work up a bit more of an appetite first,” He commented, smiling at me seductively.

“Plenty of time for that once we’ve eaten,” I responded firmly. “I’m freaking starving.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he shrugged.

“Or we could just do it while we’re waiting for the takeout to arrive,” I suggested, getting to my feet and sashaying over to the kitchen to grab an errant menu. I could feel his eyes on me, and it felt pretty damn good.

“I’m in on that plan!” He called through, and I grinned to myself. Yeah, things were…things were starting off anew. And I liked the way they were going so far.