Chapter 27: Chapter Twenty-Seven

LOGAN

This might only be our fifth time and our second night as an official couple, but I know I’ll never tire of making love to Rae.

I love her taste, the way her body trembles beneath mine, the way she digs her hands into my back when she comes, the whimpers that escape her lips when I thrust deep inside of her.

I won’t tire of the after part, either. I love the dazed look she wears, like she can’t believe what just happened, how she shivers with each touch, still sensitive from what I do to her.

I love how she curls up beside me, resting her head on my shoulder, drawing circles on my chest.

“That was…” She stops to catch her breath. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Ever.”

A dumb grin spreads across my face. “Ever?”

She nods fervently. “Yeah, I… Oh, my God. When I was on top and you were…” She trails off, smiling at the ceiling, a dazed look in her eyes. “Can we do that again next time?”

“We can do that every time,” I promise her. Definitely worth going deaf from her screams into my ear when I thrust into her from below.

She shivers. “I might break in half, but that’s okay. That was…”

I can’t help but wonder how bad her ex was that she’s this speechless. I didn’t think I did anything that extraordinary. I was just trying not to blow my load the second I pushed inside of her.

My eyes roll back, thinking of how tight she is.

“Logan! Are you…” She giggles and runs her fingers up my length.

My turn to shiver. “Careful,” I warn her.

“Why?” More giggles into my neck. “You don’t want…”

If only she knew. “Trust me, Rae. I want,” I laugh. “Do you?”

“So much,” she breathes.

Yeah. No chance I ever tire of this.

***

After two rounds last night and one this morning, Rae is waddling. She actually flinches when she sits down at my counter for waffles, her favorite food.

“That’s it. I’m cutting you off,” I tell her.

She angrily shoves a bite of waffle into her frowning mouth. I see the wheels turning in her head as she chews. ~God~. This woman is going to use up all my self-restraint.

“But I really need a shower, and I was thinking you might want to take one with me,” she whines with a pout.

“Rae,” I groan.

“Logan,” she giggles.

“Who was it that said I was going to break you in half last night?” I remind her.

She shrugs. “Worth it.”

Watching her try to walk normally in an attempt to convince me we can have sex again is kind of funny.

She rinses off her plate in the sink, rocking from one foot to the other, and flashes a sheepish grin at me before she pulls off my tee-shirt and runs into the bathroom, wearing nothing but her panties.

I love this side of her. Confident, taking what she wants. I love that she’s not self-conscious, that she feels safe enough to let me see all of her.

Speaking of all of her, the shower is on, and just the thought of her dripping wet has me hard again. ~I’ll be gentle~ , I convince myself as I stride toward my beautiful girlfriend waiting for me behind the shower door.

***

Rae is sprawled across the mattress, wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around her hair. “I like shower sex,” she declares.

“I agree with that statement,” I laugh.

“You’re…” She shakes her head like she’s trying to snap out of a trance. “You’re ~so good~. How… No, I don’t want to know.”

I could ask her the same, but I don’t want to know either. Rae’s really come out of her shell around me, but in the bedroom—and the shower—every last one of her inhibitions disappears.

She takes what she wants, even ~demands~ what she wants. It’s incredible, like we give ourselves over to our basic instincts when we’re together.

“Logan!” she squeals.

Yeah, I’m rock-hard again. “I was thinking about how good ~you~ are.”

She giggles. The towel flies to the floor, and she crouches over me, a lioness ready to devour her prey.

Normally, I’d want to be the one in control, but something about Rae’s tiny body taking the reins has me turned the fuck on.

“Well,” she whispers, kissing my neck. “I think we’ll have to take care of that, then.”

“Rae…” I warn. I might be aroused as hell, but my brain’s still functioning somewhat, and I know for a fact Rae will be past sore if we have sex again. I’d rather deal with blue balls than hurt her.

“Yes, Logan?”

That soft voice is going to kill me. “We shouldn’t. You could barely walk this morning.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m cut off until tonight. You, on the other hand…”

Her lips trail from my ear to my collarbone, to my hips, to my inner thighs, where they settle, taunting me. She loves to tease. I have a love-hate relationship with it, that’s for sure.

I shudder as her warm mouth sucks gently on my upper thighs and her hands push my hips into the mattress.

She takes her time, kissing everywhere but where I want her most, before her lips move to my shaft.

I grip the sheets, trying to hold onto reality. It’s a losing battle when her tongue is running up my length, flicking the tip.

Her soft, perky breasts surround my shaft while she takes the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue in circles. Slowly, she lowers herself to take more into her wet, hot mouth.

The sensation of her plump lips surrounding my cock, sucking softly, her breasts pressing against the parts she can’t reach… Fuck, I’m getting close already.

Either she can read my mind or my groans give it away. Whatever the cause, Rae knows exactly what I want.

She picks up the speed, bobbing her head, and then wraps her hand around the lower part of my shaft to move in rhythm with her mouth.

She moans quietly, and the vibrations nearly send me over the edge.

“Fuck, Rae,” I groan. “I’m going to come.”

She hums in response. The feeling is more than I can handle. I explode in her mouth, losing myself in a wave of ecstasy, as she takes all of me at once.

She’s licking her swollen lips when she lifts her head. Fuck, that hungry expression. With a sly grin, she leaps from the bed, and I hear the sink running.

A minute later, she’s back, planting a kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry. I brushed,” she giggles.

“Holy shit, Rae.” They’re the only words running through my head.

“You always make me come multiple times, so I wanted to even the score. And, can I tell you a secret?”

She could tell me anything. She could confess to murder right now and I wouldn’t think any less of this perfect woman.

I nod. Words are still near-impossible.

“I like doing that for you. I like seeing you lose control.”

For the first time in my life, I’m starting to ~like~ losing control, but only at the mercy of Rae.