and socks and then standing to slowly, painfully unbuckle his belt.
“Let me do it. You’re hurt.”
Logan stood still as she got his pants down his legs and then he stepped from one foot to the other as she pulled them free. She couldn’t help looking, she was crouched below him.
And he was hard. Oh boy was he turned on. Julie’s fingertips traced over him for a few moments.
“Underwear on or off?” she asked.
“On.”
Julie was slightly disappointed but she didn’t think she was ready for anything else quite yet.
Logan got his shirt off without her help, and Julie stripped her yoga pants off. She was exhausted even though it wasn’t even nine o'clock.
“Do you need anything?” she asked, realizing she hadn’t even offered him anything to drink.
“Just you.”
That was powerful, and Julie drank it in, trying to calm her arousal. She’d asked him for something nonsexual and it wouldn’t do her—or them—any good if she changed up the rules. Julie climbed into bed and Logan settled beside her. She could lie against his good arm and keep the bad one out of any danger.
“You don’t need a splint or..anything?”
“Not yet. After surgery it’ll be immobilized for a bit. My doctor had an emergency and he’ll see me tomorrow.”
“This is career ending?” she asked, peering over him to look at his shoulder. It didn’t even look swollen.
“Definitely.” He sounded so sure and determined when he said it. “Now, come here and just relax. You’re wound so tight I’m afraid your head might pop off.”
She settled in, closing her eyes and listened to him breathing, deep inhalations and exhalations that she tried to match. He pulled her close, stroking her hair, the silence free and easy between them. She was drifting, floating in a near twilight phase of sleep, when he spoke.
“I fell in love with you that night, Julie. I haven’t stopped being in love with you since. I’ve never been in love before, but now I know what it is.”
A sudden rush of need and tenderness came over her and she rose up, eyes still closed, and kissed him tenderly. She couldn’t say the words just yet, but she could show him.
Logan groaned, his mouth opening gently, his hand tangling in her hair. This wasn’t a frenzied lust-filled kiss, but a gentle exploration of his mouth, a connection of their souls. It was the most beautiful thing Julie could ever imagine experiencing.
She climbed atop him, relaxing her body gently against his. Oh, she could feel how hard he was. He didn’t rush or even pay any attention to what had to be a fierce and aching desire.
Julie pulled away slowly, lost in the magic of the moment. In the magic of Logan.
“Can I...take care of you?” she asked, punctuating her statement by rubbing over him.
“Please.”
She slid down his body, peeling down his underwear. She tasted his cock, bringing his flavor into her mouth and savoring him. She hadn’t done this often, and not with him, but she loved doing this and wanted him to take advantage of her talents.
Julie lifted her head, watching him. “I’m going to make love to you,” she whispered, kissing the tip of him gently. He was deeply aroused, his hard cock pressed against her, body trembling and thighs clenching under her chest.
Good. She wanted him to let go, just as they had that first night, when they’d ridden the magic of their newfound bond. It was so much deeper now, the friendship they’d forged as they tried to navigate her pregnancy blended with their love at first sight. It was friends to lovers in a completely different way. From the immediacy of lust, they’d created something extraordinary that kept on thriving in their son.
Julie wanted him to stay, wanted to be with him forever. The aching feeling in her body was dwarfed by the ache in her heart and soul.
She touching him intimately, her mouth, her tongue, tracing slowly along the length of him.
She sighed. It was so beautiful and all hers.
“Let me do it. You’re hurt.”
Logan stood still as she got his pants down his legs and then he stepped from one foot to the other as she pulled them free. She couldn’t help looking, she was crouched below him.
And he was hard. Oh boy was he turned on. Julie’s fingertips traced over him for a few moments.
“Underwear on or off?” she asked.
“On.”
Julie was slightly disappointed but she didn’t think she was ready for anything else quite yet.
Logan got his shirt off without her help, and Julie stripped her yoga pants off. She was exhausted even though it wasn’t even nine o'clock.
“Do you need anything?” she asked, realizing she hadn’t even offered him anything to drink.
“Just you.”
That was powerful, and Julie drank it in, trying to calm her arousal. She’d asked him for something nonsexual and it wouldn’t do her—or them—any good if she changed up the rules. Julie climbed into bed and Logan settled beside her. She could lie against his good arm and keep the bad one out of any danger.
“You don’t need a splint or..anything?”
“Not yet. After surgery it’ll be immobilized for a bit. My doctor had an emergency and he’ll see me tomorrow.”
“This is career ending?” she asked, peering over him to look at his shoulder. It didn’t even look swollen.
“Definitely.” He sounded so sure and determined when he said it. “Now, come here and just relax. You’re wound so tight I’m afraid your head might pop off.”
She settled in, closing her eyes and listened to him breathing, deep inhalations and exhalations that she tried to match. He pulled her close, stroking her hair, the silence free and easy between them. She was drifting, floating in a near twilight phase of sleep, when he spoke.
“I fell in love with you that night, Julie. I haven’t stopped being in love with you since. I’ve never been in love before, but now I know what it is.”
A sudden rush of need and tenderness came over her and she rose up, eyes still closed, and kissed him tenderly. She couldn’t say the words just yet, but she could show him.
Logan groaned, his mouth opening gently, his hand tangling in her hair. This wasn’t a frenzied lust-filled kiss, but a gentle exploration of his mouth, a connection of their souls. It was the most beautiful thing Julie could ever imagine experiencing.
She climbed atop him, relaxing her body gently against his. Oh, she could feel how hard he was. He didn’t rush or even pay any attention to what had to be a fierce and aching desire.
Julie pulled away slowly, lost in the magic of the moment. In the magic of Logan.
“Can I...take care of you?” she asked, punctuating her statement by rubbing over him.
“Please.”
She slid down his body, peeling down his underwear. She tasted his cock, bringing his flavor into her mouth and savoring him. She hadn’t done this often, and not with him, but she loved doing this and wanted him to take advantage of her talents.
Julie lifted her head, watching him. “I’m going to make love to you,” she whispered, kissing the tip of him gently. He was deeply aroused, his hard cock pressed against her, body trembling and thighs clenching under her chest.
Good. She wanted him to let go, just as they had that first night, when they’d ridden the magic of their newfound bond. It was so much deeper now, the friendship they’d forged as they tried to navigate her pregnancy blended with their love at first sight. It was friends to lovers in a completely different way. From the immediacy of lust, they’d created something extraordinary that kept on thriving in their son.
Julie wanted him to stay, wanted to be with him forever. The aching feeling in her body was dwarfed by the ache in her heart and soul.
She touching him intimately, her mouth, her tongue, tracing slowly along the length of him.
She sighed. It was so beautiful and all hers.
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