Lalana trembled with excitement as his hands traveled down her stomach, passing her belly button and settling between her thighs.
She eased her legs open automatically and Logan's fingers swiped her slit. He used two fingers to dip into her. "This feel right to you?" He moved those fingers around, exploring her deeply.
"Um-hm," she managed through clinched teeth.
"You want me?"
Lalana nodded and let out a moan.
Logan quickly turned Lalana around and used his knee to force hers to bend. Then he pulled her up so her ass fit perfectly into the curve of his midsection. Lalana felt his hardness mix with water on the back of her thigh.
"I wanna know if this feels right to you," Logan pressed. She moaned again.
"You feel this dick?" he asked.
Lalana nodded again, water swooshing about her hair as she moved her head.
Logan propped her legs open, slipped on a condom, and slid into her from behind with ease.
"This pussy is mine," he said. "It was mine from way back in the day." He grabbed her ass, kneading and massaging it. "You just didn't know it then. But you better believe it now."
The wet clapping sounds their bodies made carried a rhythm all its own.
Lalana squeezed her eyes tighter, moaning as she accepted each of Logan's thrusts.
"This feel right to you?" he asked in a husky whisper, bending down to deliver a few more strokes. Then Logan spun Lalana around, hiked her up in his arms and pulled her into him, hard.
"Oh, God!" she cried.
"This feel right to you yet?"
She screamed, then looked Logan square in the eyes. "Oh, God, yes! Yes!"
Logan opened the shower door and stepped out with their bodies still intertwined. Lalana held on tightly as he took a few steps past the sink and carried her into the hallway, then her bedroom. With ease, Logan walked Lalana to her bed and sat down. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her onto his shaft, moved her away, then pulled her back toward him.
Lalana was on the edge. He was hitting her spot with such precision could cry.
"I want you to ride this dick," he said. "Fuck me."
Logan lay on his back and Lalana worked herself until she was completely upright. She leaned forward, licked his chest, allowed her tongue to tease his nipples, then eased up to slap her breasts around Logan's face and head. Then, slowly, Lalana wriggled her hips down over his cock.
"Oh, God!" she cried.
"I take it this feels right to you, huh?" he questioned between heavy breaths.
Lalana rode Logan hard and fast, allowing him to plow deeper into her.
"It's so wet and warm in there," he whispered, his voice was strained as though he too struggled to stay afloat.
The pleasure threatened to overtake her.
"Fuck me girl, don't be cute, fuck me hard!"
Lalana did as she was told. She worked up a sweat. Her clit bulged.
"That's right, just like that," Logan moaned.
Lalana's toes curled. She feel a tingling sensation nip at the balls of her feet.
Think different thoughts, she told herself. It's too soon. Think different thoughts.
Lalana struggled as she continued to move and ride him harder. She humped him. She wiggled her hips. Then she humped him some more.
"You got some good pussy," Logan grunted. "Give it to me!"
Hovering over his chest, Lalana laced her hands behind his neck and pulled him up to her breasts. He caught one in his mouth and sucked hard.
"Oh, yes! Right there!" Lalana cried. "Right there!"
The more she rode, the harder he sucked. Soon, sounds of flesh slapping and clapping together filled the room.
"This dick," she began.
"Take it girl, it's all yours! I swear, it's all yours!"
Lalana spoke incoherently, excitement coursing through her veins. Her body was drenched. She couldn't tell where the shower water ended and sweat began.
Logan licked and bit at her nipples.
She came so hard, her throat was sore from the gut- wrenching scream she released. He followed by mere seconds, climaxing with such intensity his eyes watered.
They were both overcome with an astonishing sense of joy. It was a feeling neither had experienced before. Lalana wanted to revel in it. She had found the one. Her heart was finally home.
Words were no longer necessary. They cuddled in the warm afterglow, and fell asleep wrapped tightly in each other's arms.
THE END
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