I pull my fingers out of her pussy then slide one, slick with her juice, against her asshole. Since she doesn’t protest, I push in. She inhales sharply at the intrusion. I work it slowly, then thrust my hips faster. Finger into her ass, then I thrust my hips, in and out, switching rhythmically between the two.
She gushes around me, and I add another finger to her tight hole. She moans, clenching harder. I drive into her with steady, punishing strokes. My other hand locks on her hip as she writhes, pressing herself against me.
“You’re so close, baby,” I whisper, aiming to fill every inch of her. Her pussy spasms around me, her asshole gripping me like a vice. “You feel unbelievable. I’m never letting you go. Come for me. Come for me.”
“Logan!” she cries, coming with her whole body—arching her back, hips bucking back hard, nails clawing at the desk, as her orgasm rips through her. Her lifted knee buckles at an awkwardangle as she rides the wave. A helpless, ragged sound tears from her as tremors roll through her, pussy gushing all over the desk.
My grip on her hips tightens as I drive into her wet, raw cunt, until my legs are shaking, and my thighs are slick with her cum. My mind splinters. Everything narrows to a single point—her, only her—as I drive in and finally let go, weeks of wanting her exploding into one shuddering release.
We collapse together, heartbeats frantic, panting, as I drape my body over hers, caging in her small frame.
I help her up, and we tumble onto the couch. Her dress is a red puddle on the floor. I pull her against me, both of us still catching our breath, her skin warm and damp against mine.
“You’re going to have to hang more shelves if you really want to impress me,” she mutters, and I start laughing.
“You can’t fucking help yourself.”
She giggles, and I find her mouth again—soft and slow. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you, too.”
I push the hair back from her face. “Move in with me.”
She pulls back slightly. “Don’t you think that’s a little soon?”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t want another day without you in my arms. I want to wake up like this. Go to bed like this. I just… Rose, I just want you.”
She hums thoughtfully, then smiles. “Okay. And for the record, I’m fine with somnophilia.”
I go still for just a beat before dragging her back into my lap, face in her neck. Her laughter fills the room until I’m adjusting her body and pushing into her again, finding a new, slower rhythm.
We go another round before we finally head home.
“You’re going to change the world, Rose,” I tell her later, long past midnight, when we finally collapse into bed. “I can’t wait to watch.”
Epilogue: Rose
Idon’t think I’ll ever get used to waking up like this. Sometimes it’s his mouth. Sometimes it’s the rocking—the slow, deliberate push of him that pulls me up out of sleep before I even know I’m awake. What started as a joke between us unlocked a sleeping kink that neither of us can get enough of.
Logan’s arms come around me, and he fucks me deep, moving my body however he wants it. Sometimes I keep my eyes shut even after I’ve surfaced, because I love how it feels, physically, and in my heart—I’ve granted him total access to my body. I can be vulnerable, knowing he’s taking care of me.
This morning it’s the rocking that wakes me. He’s whispering into my shoulder, my neck, my hair—telling me he loves me before he even knows I can hear him. He checks first, always, fingers sliding into me to find out whether I’m ready or whether he needs to reach for the nightstand for lube. If we fucked in the middle of the night, and I’m still wet, or if I dreamed of him.
This morning he doesn’t need anything but my already slick pussy.
He thrusts slowly, enjoying the feel of me. But then I clench down around him, and he knows I’m awake.
We say nothing. Grips me harder. Thrusts deeper.
“I love you so much,” he rasps against my ear, and his mouth finds my nipple, and I arch into him.
Being loved, being ravished by Logan Wells, is the greatest feeling in the world.
I’m giving back as hard as him, and spilling over the edge within minutes as we come together. He grunts, loud and unapologetic, echoing out into our bedroom.
He stays pressed against me, breathing hard, before finally pulling out. Sometimes we shower together. Sometimes I drift back to sleep while he dresses in the dark. No matter how hard I try, I’m just not that much of an early bird.
Today is one of those days. I’m nearly asleep when he slips back in and kisses my cheek.
