lifted it, exposing my breasts. I gasped as I watched it happen, wanting it, feeling my body aching for his touch again.
“There,” he said and slowly crept his hand back down my body.
When he returned to my slit, his fingers picked up where they left off. He pleasured me hard, and fast, enjoying the way my chest moved as he did so. His eyes were battling between staring at my face and at my chest and body. He made his decision when he slid down a few inches and placed his lips to my right nipple. I cried Logan’s name and gripped the bed sheets. He had no idea what the move did to me until he found out a minute later...
“Logan,” I whispered, “oh, Logan, I’m...”
Logan’s mouth opened, his lips spreading beyond my nipple. His tongue tasted me now, circling around my erect nipple. I tried to moan but as I did, Logan closed his mouth and pulled a little, taking everything with him.
His fingers were fast and perfect, his kisses amazing on my chest. My fingers were tight around the sheets, pulling at them. If I had still been touching Logan’s back, I would scratch him to the point of bleeding by then. My body lifted and rocked, needing and wanting it. I realized we were alone in the house so I let out a long cry of relief as my body came to a climax. The rush was everywhere, head to toe, everywhere in between. I throbbed as I came, Logan’s fingers still moving, ushering all the pleasure out of me. He then began to kiss up my chest, only stopping to lift his head over my shirt, before he kissed my neck. His fingers gently circled around the folds of my body. He brought me up and eased me down.
At my lips he lingered. His fingers came to a stop, but they didn’t move. His hand gripped me between my legs. It was like a commanding sign that he now had me.
“Logan.” It was all I could say.
“You don’t need to say a thing,” Logan said.
His lips touched mine, gently, almost fluttering.
His hand was gone and he rolled to his side. I was left a hot mess for a few minutes, the room spinning from the vodka and the orgasm. I sat up and fixed my bra, wishing it was Logan’s hands holding my chest tight and not some garment I bought at the mall. I fixed my jeans but knew there would be no real comfort there until everything dried. Even then... the wild mess...
I put my head back to the pillow and turned to face Logan. I stared at the back of his head and body. I touched his shoulder with the very tips of my fingers. His shoulder moved for a second and that was it.
My eyes grew heavy and I tried to fight it off.
I didn’t want the night - or morning, or whatever the hell it really was by then - to end. It was the first time I felt truly alive in a long time.
More than Logan could understand.
~7~
I woke to the sound of beeping.
It was so freaking annoying that I put my head under the pillow and moaned. I hadn’t opened my eyes yet and my head felt like I had hit a brick wall.
The beeping continued and I thought maybe I had set the alarm on my phone and it was going off. I’m sure it would have stopped in a minute if my head could have handled a minute. As far the pounding in my head was concerned, the beeping had been going on for hours, maybe days.
I finally reached for the sound and found my phone on the floor.
The beeping wasn’t a voicemail or text message, it was a reminder.
On my calendar.
The screen flashed as it beeped, reminding me that today I’d find out about my grandfather. I promised myself I’d call him to check on him and keep his spirits high. He was so close to finding out if he still had cancer. I hated not being there with him and for him, but he was the one who didn’t want me there, sitting around with him. I understood what he wanted, but I promised him that I would bother him all the time.
I pressed the button on my phone to get the calendar to stop beeping.
“What the hell was that?” a groggy voice asked.
I froze, the night rushing back to me in the
“There,” he said and slowly crept his hand back down my body.
When he returned to my slit, his fingers picked up where they left off. He pleasured me hard, and fast, enjoying the way my chest moved as he did so. His eyes were battling between staring at my face and at my chest and body. He made his decision when he slid down a few inches and placed his lips to my right nipple. I cried Logan’s name and gripped the bed sheets. He had no idea what the move did to me until he found out a minute later...
“Logan,” I whispered, “oh, Logan, I’m...”
Logan’s mouth opened, his lips spreading beyond my nipple. His tongue tasted me now, circling around my erect nipple. I tried to moan but as I did, Logan closed his mouth and pulled a little, taking everything with him.
His fingers were fast and perfect, his kisses amazing on my chest. My fingers were tight around the sheets, pulling at them. If I had still been touching Logan’s back, I would scratch him to the point of bleeding by then. My body lifted and rocked, needing and wanting it. I realized we were alone in the house so I let out a long cry of relief as my body came to a climax. The rush was everywhere, head to toe, everywhere in between. I throbbed as I came, Logan’s fingers still moving, ushering all the pleasure out of me. He then began to kiss up my chest, only stopping to lift his head over my shirt, before he kissed my neck. His fingers gently circled around the folds of my body. He brought me up and eased me down.
At my lips he lingered. His fingers came to a stop, but they didn’t move. His hand gripped me between my legs. It was like a commanding sign that he now had me.
“Logan.” It was all I could say.
“You don’t need to say a thing,” Logan said.
His lips touched mine, gently, almost fluttering.
His hand was gone and he rolled to his side. I was left a hot mess for a few minutes, the room spinning from the vodka and the orgasm. I sat up and fixed my bra, wishing it was Logan’s hands holding my chest tight and not some garment I bought at the mall. I fixed my jeans but knew there would be no real comfort there until everything dried. Even then... the wild mess...
I put my head back to the pillow and turned to face Logan. I stared at the back of his head and body. I touched his shoulder with the very tips of my fingers. His shoulder moved for a second and that was it.
My eyes grew heavy and I tried to fight it off.
I didn’t want the night - or morning, or whatever the hell it really was by then - to end. It was the first time I felt truly alive in a long time.
More than Logan could understand.
~7~
I woke to the sound of beeping.
It was so freaking annoying that I put my head under the pillow and moaned. I hadn’t opened my eyes yet and my head felt like I had hit a brick wall.
The beeping continued and I thought maybe I had set the alarm on my phone and it was going off. I’m sure it would have stopped in a minute if my head could have handled a minute. As far the pounding in my head was concerned, the beeping had been going on for hours, maybe days.
I finally reached for the sound and found my phone on the floor.
The beeping wasn’t a voicemail or text message, it was a reminder.
On my calendar.
The screen flashed as it beeped, reminding me that today I’d find out about my grandfather. I promised myself I’d call him to check on him and keep his spirits high. He was so close to finding out if he still had cancer. I hated not being there with him and for him, but he was the one who didn’t want me there, sitting around with him. I understood what he wanted, but I promised him that I would bother him all the time.
I pressed the button on my phone to get the calendar to stop beeping.
“What the hell was that?” a groggy voice asked.
I froze, the night rushing back to me in the
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