Parisian Romance and Realizations

BECCA

The whole ride to the hotel, Logan barely talked to me. I tried to chat with him, making jokes and laughing, but he remained indifferent. Something was on his mind, and I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had done something wrong.

Once in our room, Logan went straight to the bathroom. I took off my shoes and stopped before the door. Should I walk in, or should I wait?

Was this our first argument? Heck! An argument! I hadn't even argued with him.

Then what? Why was he treating me with silence? The door opened, and Logan stopped in his tracks. He had already taken off his shirt, holding it in his hands. He arched his eyebrow at me.

“Were you scared to go to the bathroom? Or is it too soon for such a big step?”

This is it. I had bothered him with my words about us. But damn it! We were adults. If he didn't agree with me, why not say so? Why not just be honest with me?

I narrowed my eyes at him, placing my hands on my hips.

“If you have something to tell me, just do it. No need to hold back.”

“Nope. I'm good,” he shrugged his shoulders and took a step forward. If he thought that I would back away, he was delusional.

“Are you a baby, Logan? A kid?”

“What did you just say?” He was becoming angrier with each passing second. But honestly, I couldn't care less about it at this moment.

“Only a childish person would hide their emotions because they didn't like what they heard. A grown-up man would have confronted me. He would have tried to reason with me while you started sulking. And now you're treating me with this bullshit? Hell no, Logan. You're wrong.”

“Okay. Do you want the truth? Here it is.” Logan crumpled his shirt and tossed it on the floor.

“We've known each other for more than eight years. We were best friends. We've loved each other for a very long time. And you've been my girlfriend for three fucking months! And you're telling me that we aren't ready for big steps?! When will you be ready, Rebecca?

“We live together for fuck's sake! The whole country knows that you're mine. And it's still too early?! You have to be kidding me, Dawson.”

I straightened up and took a deep breath. He told his piece, and I was honestly surprised. How could he not understand? How could he not see that these things don’t mean anything to me? I know what I want. And who cares if we won’t be married? It wouldn’t change how I feel about him.

“Really, Logan? You’re calling me Dawson? It’s low.” I shook my head at him.

“Because I am fucking furious. You and I... Not ready for a big step... It sounds like a joke to me.”

“Logan, I don’t care about it. A lot of people live together without marrying. They are starting families, raising kids together. I know what I want. I know who I need for me to be happy. I know that I want to spend my whole life with you. You are my one and only.

“I want to continue loving you, taking care of you, cooking for you, cheering for you at your games, talking with you about everything and anything at the same time. I will follow you everywhere because I love you more than anything in this world. And I don’t feel the need to rush things.

“Whether you propose to me or not, nothing will change how I feel about you. I will always be by your side. So, yeah, Logan, I am surprised. I was surprised by this reaction to my words. Because it feels as if you doubt me. It’s your decision whether to propose to me or not.”

I fell silent. Logan was staring at me without saying anything. Okay, maybe it wasn't enough to calm him down. I took a step to go to the bathroom. I still needed to take care of my face and wipe off my makeup. But he didn't even move.

I was almost near him. I had a huge desire in me to place my palm on his chest. But I shouldn't. I turned around, ready to go back to the living room.

Suddenly, I felt Logan's arm on my elbow. He caught me and pulled me to him. At first, he pressed me to his chest. He let his hands roam over my body, starting with my breasts and then going down to my belly. When I heard his whisper in my ear, the shivers I felt were almost palpable.

“Why do I have a feeling that it would be complicated for us to argue about something?”

“You want to argue with me? Constantly?” I leaned on him, hoping to melt into him.

“Yeah…” I felt his tongue on my bare skin. “Because I am aroused… That much that it's even hurting me now. You turned me on with your words… Can you repeat that again?”

“Which part exactly?” I reached my hand, placing it on his groin. Yeah, he wasn't lying. But I was almost like him. My panties were wet, and a very familiar feeling started forming in my lower abdomen.

“About you being always by my side.”

“Take off my dress, and then we'll talk…”

I didn't have to ask twice. Logan turned me around and took off my dress in a flash, unzipping me from behind. As soon as I was only in my lingerie, he placed his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. I used this opportunity and placed my lips on his. This kiss felt like fresh air.

We stumbled to our bed without releasing each other, even for a second. I was trying to unbuckle his belt, and finally, I was successful. Just in time. Because Logan took me in his arms, making me straddle him.

He was sitting on the bed with me on his lap, and we were kissing like crazy. I really can't get enough of him. When I am visiting New York, while he stays in Philly, I am craving him as soon as I see him, my only desire to be near him. With him. And it's overwhelming.

“I love you, Rebecca…” Kiss on my lips.

“I'm sorry for reacting as I did…” Kiss on my nose.

“But you kind of ruined a moment, which I planned for a very long time…” Kiss on my neck. But this time, I froze. I gulped and took his face in my palms, making him look into my eyes.

“What does it mean?” I looked at him, trying to find the answer. We were both out of breath. My eyebrows furrowed, while in his eyes, I saw mischief.

“You are a smart girl, Rebecca. You could figure this out.” Logan’s hands went down to my butt.

“You wanted… you wanted to propose to me?”

“Well, it’s for me to know and for you never to find out. Because even if I did, I won’t be doing it tonight or in Paris.”

“Logan…” My voice started trembling. I turned away from him, taking my palms from his face. To think about it. If he planned to propose to me, then his reaction to my words is understandable. Fuck! I ruined my own proposal! Where can you find another idiot like me?

“Hey,” Logan took my face in his palms. “It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to propose to you. I just need to plan something different, something that you won’t be able to screw up.”

“I am so sorry…”

“Babe, I love you… I was so frustrated over what you said. Just try to imagine. I insisted on us going to Paris. I googled and searched for the best restaurant here, and I wanted to find a marvelous view of the Eiffel Tower.

“Everything was going perfectly until you told me you think it’s too early for big steps. I felt like a fool.”

“How can I make it up to you?” I asked, and a seductive grin started playing on his luscious lips.

“You don’t know your boyfriend?”

“Oh, I know you… I just thought that maybe we could do something different from usual. But okay.” I leaned towards him, but Logan immediately leaned away from me.

“You think I'm going to miss this opportunity? When my girl is in the mood for experiments? Hell no, Becca.”

He turned us over, and now I was on my back. I smiled at Logan and placed my hand on the waistband of his boxers. He understood me right and got rid of them in a matter of seconds. Then he did the same to my panties, leaving me only in my bra.

The look on his face was predatory, and I was his favorite prey. God, I felt so beautiful and sexy when he looked at me like that.

“Move, Rebecca. You need to feel comfortable.”

“I thought you would let me take the lead?” I sat on the bed and stared at him. Logan narrowed his eyes at me. But I knew him too well. He loved it when I was on top.

“You do know that it’s hard for me to say no to you? And especially to this kind of request? I fucking love it when you’re moving your hips while my dick is inside you.”

“Then I don’t understand why you are still standing?”

“Damn, Rebecca…”

Logan growled and went to bed. As soon as he laid on his back, I moved towards him slowly. I straddled him and, just like that, took his cock inside me. I closed my eyes, feeling absolute bliss. Almost immediately, Logan pushed himself up, and I felt as he unclasped my bra, tossing it to the floor.

I felt his tongue on my nipples, and it was driving me nuts. This man knew everything about my body. A week after we started living together, he was able to name the locations of all my birthmarks.

I mentioned earlier that I know everything about him, but the same goes for him. He knows all my flaws. He knows all my insecurities and weak spots. He knows how to touch me, and I am ready to do anything for him.

And his kisses? His kisses and lovemaking were driving me crazy. In moments like this, the whole world ceased to exist for both of us. And it wasn't fading away. It was even stronger since we slept together for the first time.

Logan leaned back, pulling me towards him. But I had different thoughts in mind. I placed my hands on the headboard of the bed, gripping it tightly. My movements became rougher; I was thrusting my hips faster and faster.

I felt Logan's hands grip my ass, and it honestly hurt. I heard his loud moan. Even the sound of it made me realize how much he was enjoying our sex. And that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to lose control. To not hold back.

One of his hands landed on my breast, and he started kneading it. Well, he tried. He was too close to orgasm, and his hands began frantically roaming over my body.

Our moans were louder than ever before. I don't remember enjoying our lovemaking this much. And it spoke volumes. Because he never left me unsatisfied.

Orgasms hit us both at the same time. Logan placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me towards him for a kiss. When I started feeling dizzy, I leaned away.

My heart was still beating wildly, with no desire to slow down. I was sure that my cheeks were flushed; my forehead covered in sweat. But I had no desire to stop.

“I want to try it.”

“Really?” He hadn’t even needed to ask what I meant. Logan had asked me a few times about anal sex, but I always hesitated. I knew that he would be gentle and that he would never hurt me.

But I wasn’t ready until now.

“Just say the word... If it will be painful or you don’t like it. Just a word, and I will stop.”

“Okay,” I breathed. For him, I will do anything. I know it. And I am sure that I will enjoy it. He flipped us over and stared into my eyes.

“You sure about that, babe?”

“Yeah... I think I want to try everything before I get pregnant.”

“You want babies?” Logan’s eyes lit up. He was happy to hear it, that’s what I am sure about.

“Of course, but only after we are engaged or even married.”

“Engaged. And we will start trying as soon as the ring is on your finger.”

“We will see how it goes. No need to be that pushy.”

“Can you blame me for that? I never heard you say that you want to have a baby.”

“Are you serious right now? I want to have a little copy of you.”

“Our first baby will be a girl. Just as beautiful as you are.” His words made me sentimental and, at the same time, anxious.

“Logan… What if I can’t have a child at all? I never had problems with my cycle, but what if…”

“Shhhh, babe…” Logan kissed me deeply before leaning back. His eyes were full of tenderness and love.

“I am sure that everything will be more than just okay. I don’t know where it comes from, but I have this faith in me, and I am sure that I am right. Trust me, Rebecca. I would never leave you alone or in the darkness. I will always be there for you.”

“I love you, Logan Jones.” I traced his lips with my thumb. “Take my mind away from these thoughts, please…”

“Of course, love…” Logan bent down, and we started kissing. Soon we lost ourselves in this caress and love that we shared. And it was perfect.