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It isn’t long before he takes this one step further and his reckless fingers join in. He plunges, fucking me with his hand and my body automatically rolls to meet his movements. I need more from him, I need everything. I grind, wishing I could get even more of him into me, it’s amazing but not quite enough.
“Oh, fucking hell, Logan.” The pleasure is coming. I can feel it building. It’s creeping up like hot blood from my toes, flushing my skin as if it’s been touched by fire all the way up. “This is too much, it’s…”
I’m about to tumble. The deep abyss of pleasure is coming for me. I want to push myself, to fall happily, I need this. It’s overwhelming but in the most amazing way, a sensation that I never want to end.
Then, just as I’m ready to fall, to jump if needs be, Logan yanks his mouth away from me leaving me cold and exposed. A vulnerability threatens to encase me, but I push it to one side. Logan is sliding his underwear off, showing me that thick, throbbing erection of his, and it’s even better than I expected. From over here I’m lusting deeply after him, I want to feel him everywhere, I’m desperate to hold him.
Then, Logan leans down for long enough to pull a condom from his pocket. This unhinges me, it lets me know what’s coming, so while I wait I unhook my bra completely and I let it flutter to the ground. It’s the first time I’ve been fully naked in front of another person in such a long time and I forgot it could feel this good.
I step closer, desire gripping me, and I wrap my hand around his now sheathed length. He feels good in my hand, my pulse races at a million miles an hour. I connect my eyes with his while I slowly pump.
“Tamara, you…” he grunts and closes his eyes. “You’re too much, you know that.”
Saliva fills my mouth, his desire makes me want to fall to my knees to get a taste of my own but judging by the way Logan’s thighs have tensed and his cock is twitching between my fingers, he’s too close. I want to taste his sweet, salty desire, but I need him inside of me first. I hope we’ll have plenty of time for more.
“Stop now,” he grunts, confirming my suspicion. “It’s too much.”
I yank my hand away and fall freely as he whips me from the ground. Logan carries me to the couch and slams me down as need gets the better of him. As he nudges my thighs apart I let them fall willingly and embrace the sensation of him closing in on my entrance. Now Logan has the look of a predator about to claim its prey and I almost fall apart. His steel rod slides slowly in as I push myself up towards him and it drives me over the edge.
“Oh, fuck.” His thrusts become demanding, powerful, strong. I wrap my legs around him and buck my hips to get more. He slides all the way in and fills me up. I stretch to accommodate him, meaning he brushes against parts of me I didn’t even know were there. “Oh my God, Logan, I…”
A warm bliss shudders through my veins as stars fill my vision. The pulsing becomes loud, too intense, over powering. I feel completely and utterly lost. I can barely use my hands to grip him any longer so I flop backwards and let him have all the control over me. Logan uses this to send me spinning wildly over the edge.
A scream shreds my chest as it bursts free. I feel like the whole building is shaking under the power of it, I’m probably waking every single person up. Either that or the intensity makes it louder to me. Just as I think I might actually be about to tear my voice box apart, Logan kisses me hard, swallowing up the rest of the noise. That builds our bond, connecting us on an even deeper level. I’m more connected to him than anyone else.
My walls contract so tightly around Logan as the orgasm tears through my system so soon he loses himself too. His whole body tenses then relaxes as the bliss shoots from him, zapping the energy from him. He almost collapses on me because he’s so drained and I love the weight of him on top of me. He crushes me a bit because there’s so much of him compared to me, but I still feel safe. He has this way of saving me… from what, I’m not sure, but it hardly matters. I just want to be here in his arms forever more.
When Logan climbs off of me, I half fear he might leave. My shoulders roll up by my ears while I wait for him to make some excuse as to why he has to sleep in his own bed, but that never comes. He seems relaxed on the sheets next to me while he tries to catch his breath, which I like. I’m not keen for him to move at all.
Eventually he leans across and he kisses me on the tip of the nose followed by my lips. When he wraps one arm around me and we snuggle in close together it seems apparent that he’s going to stay for the night. Thank goodness, I’d be far too wired if he left leaving me awake all night long.
Now, I can slide my eyes closed quite happily and slip into a dream world knowing that he’ll still be here in the morning. I won’t need to worry about how he’s feeling because I’ll be able to see it. Maybe we’ll even end up sleeping together again. I might be satisfied for now but I don’t think it’ll be long until that craving comes back with a vengeance, needing him again…
11
Logan
I can feel the sun light streaming through the window, warming up my face and alerting me to morning before I even open up my eyes. I don’t want to come back to the real world just yet, I’d prefer to live in my fantasy for a little while longer. I’ve been having the most amazing dream where me and Tamara are…
Wait! My eyes snap open as I hear the breaths of another person. I can sense her heat now, the intense chemistry bubbling between us, reminding me that all of that really happened. We did have the most incredible date ever, we did end up in bed, I did just have the most amazing night of my life… oh my God, this is amazing!
I bolt into a sitting position with a giant smile on my face. Alistair was right, I’ll have to tell him as much when I see him. If I’d talked myself out of this I’d be regretting it right now, but I’m here, it’s real, and I feel wonderful. Anything from my past is long gone from my brain, all I care about is Tamara. I have a feeling this could turn into something amazing. I know we don’t know one another too well just yet but there’s time for that. The connection I can feel is chemical, it?
??s deep imbedded inside of me, I can’t control that.
All of a sudden, my brain isn’t thinking in terms of a fling anymore. Maybe that’s what it’ll become in the end, perhaps by the time I leave on my trip things will have fizzled, but right now in the heat of this morning I can actually see a future with her. I didn’t think I would see a future with anyone for a very long time.
I tilt sideways and glance down at the sleeping beauty beneath me. She’s like an angel, I love the relaxed expression on her face. She looks like she’s having about as blissful a dream as I was not so long ago.
When Tamara stirs I brace myself, trying to prepare myself for what she might be like when she wakes up… it hasn’t escaped my brain that she might not be as pleased as me, but she simply turns and sleeps some more. That gives me time to slide discretely out of the bed to head into the other room. I want to do something sweet and romantic for Tamara when she wakes up. I want to make her breakfast in bed.
Before I get into the kitchen, I dive into the shower to wash myself down. After a night of sweaty love making I probably don’t smell my best and the last thing I want is to put her off because I stink. I jump rapidly under the hot jets of water and hum to myself with glee. I can’t stop the happiness from flowing from me. I wonder what Al would say if he could see me now. Would he be glad that he was right or would he curse me for getting ahead of myself in terms of this relationship again? He’s right about that, I suppose, but I like it.
Once I’m washed and smelling much nicer, I wrap a towel around me and head towards the kitchen. In there I flick the radio to life and continue singing to myself. I barely know the song but it doesn’t matter. I’m just so happy. I grab some food from the cupboards and start making pancakes and bacon. I don’t know if this is what Tamara likes, but it’s one of those things I assume everyone enjoys. I sure as hell do and I don’t know anyone who doesn’t. She has the ingredients here which I have to take as a good sign.
I take another look around while the food cooks, noticing all the sweet things about Tamara. She has a little china chicken in the kitchen which I assume has a story. I must remember to ask her at some point. I also think there might be something about the red post box magnet she has on her fridge. There are also notebooks littered everywhere which I’m tempted to peek inside but I resist the urge. That’s too much. She needs her privacy.
“Morning!” I’m glad I didn’t peek when I hear Tamara’s soft spoken voice from behind me. That would have been awful. Not only would I have not got the breakfast to her in bed which was my original plan, I also wouldn’t have been trustworthy in her eyes anymore. That would have ended things before they’ve begun.
