I let out a gasp. "Oh fuuuuck."

He pulled out his finger and replaced it with two.

And then he started the in and out motion, so slow, so gentle. My juices poured onto his fingers.

He used his thumb to rub slow circles on my clit and I lost all control. His tongue on my nipple copied the same lazy circles. I started thrusting my hips, fucking his fingers. "Fuck, Logan," I managed to get out.

"I got you, baby."

I could feel it building, my toes curled, my fingers tightened around his hair, he never stopped fucking moving. His fingers, his tongue, he's everywhere, all at once. "Holy..fucking..uh.."

"Mmmm," his deep throaty rumble made me open my eyes. I looked down to his face, his mouth still attached to my nipple. His eyes were filled with lust. His gaze was trained on my face, watching me enjoy the way he made me feel. My breathing was short, heavy. My hips kept thrusting onto his fingers. Our eyes locked, watching each other.

And then he smirked.

With a mouth full of boob, he fucking smirked, his dimples deepening.

Then winked at me.

Fucking winked.

And then his fingers curled inside me, his thumb rubbed harder and his mouth covered my entire nipple and sucked. Hard.

And I lost it. My walls tightened around his fingers. My legs gave out. My head threw back; I bit my lip to stop from screaming. He held me up, the entire time never stopping, never changing his rhythm.

When my breathing had settled and I could stand on my own, I peeled my eyes open, and he was watching me, biting his lip. He slowly removed his fingers from inside me, kissing my stomach a few times before pulling away completely.

"Hey," he greeted, "welcome back."

Logan

She didn't respond. Just straddled my lap. There was fire in her eyes. They roamed all over my face. "I need you inside me now," she informed.

I grunted.

She ripped my shirt off.

I grabbed her ass, bringing her closer. And then I took her mouth with mine.

Her nails dragged along my chest, lower and lower, they paused on my abs, fingering the dips. She did that a lot.

Then her fingers curled in the band of my sweats, pulling them out. She kissed me harder, her tongue invaded my mouth. I almost came when my fingers were inside her—this—this was almost too much. Then I felt the heat of her fingers closing in on my dick, as she wrapped her hand around it. But she was there less than a second, before she moved completely off me and away. All the way, away. Her naked body was pressed against the wall opposite me. She had a shocked look on her face. Her eyes bugged out. Her mouth hung open. She was slowly shaking her head.

I looked down at my dick—just to make sure it hadn't turned into a dragon or some shit.

It looked fine.

I sniffed once.

It smelled fine.

My eyes lifted to hers again. "Logan," she whispered, looking around the room.

I unintentionally did the same. Just in case we weren't alone.

What the hell was happening?

I looked back at her. She hadn't changed positions.

Her head began to shake more frantically, but her eyes were glued to my dick.

"Logan," she said again, whispering a little louder, "That's not gonna fit."

I tried hard to contain my smirk but I don't know if it worked. "It will fit," I tried to assure her. She continued to shake her head. I stood up and pushed my pants down to my ankles. A gasp got caught in her throat. I was all out grinning now.

I sat on the bed with my back against the bedhead. "Come on," I motioned for her to join me. She slowly moved off the wall, still hesitant. "You can be in full control. We'll take it slow. I promise."

She nodded, biting her lip. She crawled onto the bed and over to me, throwing one leg over mine and straddling me again.

She ran her tongue along her top lip. I stopped it with my mouth, and that's what we did, for minutes, just kissed. And without knowing, both our hips had started a rhythm, thrusting, rubbing on each other. I pulled back. "I need inside, Baby."

She sat up on her knees and took me in her hand, then slowly guided me into her. "Holy...oh my...shit," she moaned, lowering herself onto me.

And then she moved.

Up and down.

Grinding and making little circles once I was all the way in.

And even though I've had sex way too many times to count, this time, it was different. It was more.

Her eyes were shut, her head thrown back, her mouth slightly open, panting. Fuck. "Oh God," she whispered. "You feel so fucking good."

Then she started moving faster and faster and I was so fucking close. My legs had tensed and I did everything I could to hold off so I could watch her come again.

"Fuck, Logan."

My hands gripped her ass while she rode me. She looked so fucking amazing and I was so fucking close— "Fuck. Stop."

She did. But only for a second before she started to move again.

I held her still. "Stop. Just—shit." If she kept going it'd be over and I don't want it to be over. Not yet. But I'd never had a problem holding off before. Ever. "I just—" I let out all the air in my lungs with a whoosh. "I've never had this problem." I grabbed her face on my hands and made sure she was looking at me. "I've never felt like this." My eyes roamed her face, looking between her eyes. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to make her understand that this was different. "It's all you, Amanda. Just you."