enough to let the kidney-purified water and wine trickle out of me.
In the reflection of the mirror, I see him close his eyes and smile at the sound.
“It’s a turn on, Ava.”
“What is?” I say, dabbing myself dry.
“Watching you pee, sharing this intimate personal moment, something so normal yet usually so private.”
I stand up, pull my jeans over my hips.
“Don’t,” he says, before I do up the button. His hand slides across my skin just below my waistline.
I turn to find the lever on the toilet.
“Leave it for now,” says Logan, sliding his arms around my waist. His lips find my neck and he sucks lightly. Between kisses he says,
“You know, I don’t think we’ll have time to go back to the apartment before the play starts. Let’s have our quickie here.”
“ Here ?”
His tongue slides along my collarbone and up the side of my neck until his lips meet mine. His mouth envelopes mine with a hot hunger. My own appetite awakens. I may have just dried myself off but this kiss is releasing new flood gates. He pushes my pants back down past my hips and slides his hand between my thighs. My whole body trembles.
“What if someone comes,” I say.
“The door’s locked. They can wait.”
Turning me away from the toilet, he nudges me back against the side wall. It’s easy for him to guide me since he’s got one hand around my waist and the other between my legs. Once he’s got me pressed against the wall, he ravages my neck with his lips. Both of his hands slide up my sides and under my sweater in search of my breasts, which he frees from their satin-cupped enclosure. He twists my nipples roughly as his mouth roves down my neck.
One of my hands is in his hair, the other searches for his belt. He’s quicker than I am, though; he’s already undoing the clasp, and then his button and zipper. He pushes one leg of my pants down, tugging off my boot so the pant leg can come off completely. He hoists my bare leg around his waist and releases his cock from its confines. I feel his hard, smooth, hot skin press into my thigh. He pulls back for a second, and faster than he’s ever done it before, he rolls on a condom. Then his lips find mine as he guides himself deftly toward my hot, wet center. His cock, in time with his tongue, penetrates my lower lips as his tongue explores my yielding mouth. I whimper as he fills me quickly and thoroughly. I tilt my pelvis forward so he can go deeper.
A moan starts in his chest and reverberates between our lips. He grabs the thigh of my bare leg and hoists it higher as he presses me harder against the wall and delves deeper into me. Pinned as I am, he now reaches for my other leg, still partially clothed, and lifts it as well so that both my legs are wrapped around his waist as I lean against the wall. He rams into me with solid, insistent thrusts. His breathing is deep and ragged. Mine is high and shallow. I feel dizzy with desire. His desperate hunger for me the most powerful aphrodisiac I’ve ever known. The feel of him inside me is amazing — soft, hard, hot, and so filling. It feels different, too. Is it the roughness of this encounter, the speed of it, the semi-public environment? I don’t know but my insides are sparking and vibrating in a whole new way.
I rub tightly against him, feeling the edge of his belt under my thighs. I can see his movements in the mirror above the sink. His hips rock with animal instinct to satisfy his pleasure, and it’s me giving him that pleasure, or rather he’s taking it from me, drawing it out of me, demanding and commanding that I satisfy him. I see my flushed cheeks, hooded eyes, partially open mouth. Watching Logan’s movements, his controlled lack of control because of me , amps up my pleasure and his next few thrusts drive me into an orgasmic frenzy. I clutch at his back, say, “Don’t stop. Harder, faster…” And he obliges.
I’m at the edge of coming, and I think he is too, when I hear a light rap at the door
In the reflection of the mirror, I see him close his eyes and smile at the sound.
“It’s a turn on, Ava.”
“What is?” I say, dabbing myself dry.
“Watching you pee, sharing this intimate personal moment, something so normal yet usually so private.”
I stand up, pull my jeans over my hips.
“Don’t,” he says, before I do up the button. His hand slides across my skin just below my waistline.
I turn to find the lever on the toilet.
“Leave it for now,” says Logan, sliding his arms around my waist. His lips find my neck and he sucks lightly. Between kisses he says,
“You know, I don’t think we’ll have time to go back to the apartment before the play starts. Let’s have our quickie here.”
“ Here ?”
His tongue slides along my collarbone and up the side of my neck until his lips meet mine. His mouth envelopes mine with a hot hunger. My own appetite awakens. I may have just dried myself off but this kiss is releasing new flood gates. He pushes my pants back down past my hips and slides his hand between my thighs. My whole body trembles.
“What if someone comes,” I say.
“The door’s locked. They can wait.”
Turning me away from the toilet, he nudges me back against the side wall. It’s easy for him to guide me since he’s got one hand around my waist and the other between my legs. Once he’s got me pressed against the wall, he ravages my neck with his lips. Both of his hands slide up my sides and under my sweater in search of my breasts, which he frees from their satin-cupped enclosure. He twists my nipples roughly as his mouth roves down my neck.
One of my hands is in his hair, the other searches for his belt. He’s quicker than I am, though; he’s already undoing the clasp, and then his button and zipper. He pushes one leg of my pants down, tugging off my boot so the pant leg can come off completely. He hoists my bare leg around his waist and releases his cock from its confines. I feel his hard, smooth, hot skin press into my thigh. He pulls back for a second, and faster than he’s ever done it before, he rolls on a condom. Then his lips find mine as he guides himself deftly toward my hot, wet center. His cock, in time with his tongue, penetrates my lower lips as his tongue explores my yielding mouth. I whimper as he fills me quickly and thoroughly. I tilt my pelvis forward so he can go deeper.
A moan starts in his chest and reverberates between our lips. He grabs the thigh of my bare leg and hoists it higher as he presses me harder against the wall and delves deeper into me. Pinned as I am, he now reaches for my other leg, still partially clothed, and lifts it as well so that both my legs are wrapped around his waist as I lean against the wall. He rams into me with solid, insistent thrusts. His breathing is deep and ragged. Mine is high and shallow. I feel dizzy with desire. His desperate hunger for me the most powerful aphrodisiac I’ve ever known. The feel of him inside me is amazing — soft, hard, hot, and so filling. It feels different, too. Is it the roughness of this encounter, the speed of it, the semi-public environment? I don’t know but my insides are sparking and vibrating in a whole new way.
I rub tightly against him, feeling the edge of his belt under my thighs. I can see his movements in the mirror above the sink. His hips rock with animal instinct to satisfy his pleasure, and it’s me giving him that pleasure, or rather he’s taking it from me, drawing it out of me, demanding and commanding that I satisfy him. I see my flushed cheeks, hooded eyes, partially open mouth. Watching Logan’s movements, his controlled lack of control because of me , amps up my pleasure and his next few thrusts drive me into an orgasmic frenzy. I clutch at his back, say, “Don’t stop. Harder, faster…” And he obliges.
I’m at the edge of coming, and I think he is too, when I hear a light rap at the door
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