Sam smiled a greedy smile. She didn’t want Logan to last long. She wanted him to lose control the way she was.
White hot flames licked at her body as his hands firmly gripped her waist, trying to control the pace. She continued to slide up and down his shaft, the friction pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“I love watching you ride my cock.”
Sam sat up further, her eyes locked on the place where they were joined as he assisted by lifting and lowering her while she watched his thick, hard cock fill her completely. Then he gripped her hips tighter, holding her just above him as he began thrusting upward, harder, faster, inside of her.
“Take all of me, Sam.” Logan grunted, ramming into her.
She hovered just on the edge, holding out as the glorious friction, the pounding of his cock inside of her, threatened to send her into another realm where only ecstasy existed. When he raked his thumb over her clit, Sam screamed his name, her orgasm ripping through her as her eyes locked with his in time to see him follow her over.
If she hadn’t known before, Sam knew now. She was irrevocably in love with this man, and there was nothing anyone could do to change that.
When Logan eased out of bed a few minutes later, Sam was too tired to move. She was also too tired to sleep, her brain flooded with thoughts. While she heard the shower water run, she knew he’d disappeared to give her a few minutes to herself. Not that she needed them this time.
What just happened between them confirmed the fact that this, whatever it was, was so much more than just sex. So much more than anything she had ever known. The question was, what did she do about it?
Should she tell Logan how she felt about him? Put her heart on the line, risk finding out he cared for her, but he wasn’t looking for love?
A few minutes ago, when they were in the throes of a spectacular orgasm, she’d choked on the words, wanting to tell him how she felt, but fearing she’d ruin what they had just repaired. Instead, she’d just made a mental connection with him, sending all of her feelings at him, praying he could understand just by looking in her eyes.
Lying in her bed alone, even if he would be back shortly, was the most lonesome she’d been since she met him. Having just had him buried deep inside of her, looking at her as though she could somehow make everything right in the world, had been both exquisite and unnerving at the same time.
He was right about what he said earlier, they’d both been burned, and they had a lot to learn when it came to love. Logan wanted her unconditional trust, and Sam wanted to give it to him. He’d carried her to new heights, pushed her to limits she hadn’t known she could reach, and in turn, she wanted to do the same for him.
The shower water turned off, and Sam knew he’d be back any second, so she turned onto her side, staring at the wall, hoping he’d slide up under the covers and cuddle with her. She needed to feel his warmth, his strength, at least through tonight. Tomorrow she’d have to worry about the rest.
~*~*~
Logan showered, letting his mind reel from what just happened. Whatever it was, he didn’t want the feeling to ever end. They’d made love with a ferocity that rivaled his darkest desires.
After the night when he and Luke shared her, being only the two of them tonight, Logan expected the sex to be good, but honestly, he hadn’t expected phenomenal.
Logan admitted his desires, those things that pushed his sexuality and extended his pleasure. He accepted them.
Then, tonight, with Sam, Logan realized he didn’t have to have those things. Sex had always been sex, and without a third, or some other carnal activity, Logan struggled. Not tonight. Not in Sam’s arms. She alone brought out a tender side of him he hadn’t known existed.
Sam was salacious, seductive, even when she wasn’t trying, and Logan found he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Even after the cold shower, standing in the middle of her bathroom, drying his body, Logan’s dick was hard again. He wanted to be inside of her, hell, he wanted to stay inside of her.
They’d made love, but when she’d come, there had been a connection so strong, so forceful, he’d been lost in the throes of an orgasm so powerful, he didn’t think he’d survive. And yet, here he was, alone in the bathroom, while she probably slept in the very next room.
He needed a moment to get his head on straight. This was foreign to him, and until tonight, Logan had known his feelings for her were deep, even bordered on love. But now, there was no border. He was, beyond any doubt, in love with her. She owned him. And that scared the living hell out of him.
Realizing he truly did have a lot to learn when it came to love, he decided to table his thoughts for another day. Right now he was missing out on being with Sam. Grabbing a washcloth from the small shelf by the sink, Logan let the water get warm. Hanging his towel back on the hook on the door, he flipped off the light and went back to the bedroom.