Page 13 of Spring Fling
It’s amazing how much you can want something and not even know it. When Logan inspired my imagination to paint that room in blue or pink and fill it with a crib, my heart expanded and I realized it was something I longed for.
My parents are barely in my life, only enough to make sure I keep their status in the neighborhood, that I am the daughter they can brag about to elevate themselves above others. A family of my own was something I hadn’t really thought about, even though I knew I wanted one someday. But, seeing the room ... the want inside slammed to the surface.
My car, my parents, school, every worry in my head are all blanketed over by Logan filling all of my senses. He takes me to an amazing master bath and fills the tub with steaming water. After undressing us both, he lifts me over the side and helps me to sit before climbing in behind me.
Those worries are even more distant as the hot water and the feel of his skin against mine, melt my tension and clear my mind.
“I love you.”
The words gently blow in my ear like a whispering breeze and I’m not one hundred percent sure I really heard them. Twisting, I quickly straddle his lap, my knees bent on with side of his hips, paying no attention to the water sloshing over the side. He’s wearing a crooked smile and his hazel eyes are twinkling.
“What did you say?” I breathe anxiously.
He leans forward and presses his lips to mine for a lingering moment. “I love you,” he mumbles.
Can he really love me? We’ve known each other for less than two weeks!
“Stop spiraling, baby,” he chuckles, “and tell me you love me. Because, we both know you do.”
I try to ground myself and keep from letting my overactive brain spin out of control and freak me out. When I look deep into the abyss, I see what he’s talking about. I do. I love him. It’s not actually an abyss of nothing, it’s a cavern filled to the brim with love.
“Abbi,” he growls.
“I love you,” I blurt. He beams at me and takes my mouth in an exuberant kiss. I’d noticed his state of arousal from simply seeing my naked body, but now, I feel it growing to its full girth and rising between my legs.
He grabs my ass and shifts me up his body so I am pressed up against his manhood. I moan and pour even more of myself into the mating of our mouths. My lips disconnect from his and my head falls back when one of his fingers sinks inside me.
“Even with the bathwater surrounding us, I can feel how wet you are for me, baby,” he groans. His finger curls into the perfect spot and I cry out at the pleasure that shoots from my special place to every other inch of my body. He withdraws and it causes me to shudder at the loss of fullness. Until he lifts me up and helps me to sink back down on his rock hard shaft.
“Ride me, Abbi,” he demands hoarsely. I’ve never done this before and I’m not completely sure what to do, so I start with a simple swivel of my hips and he groans with an expression of bliss, elevating my confidence. Rising up until he is almost out of me, I slide back down and we moan in unison.
“Do that again, baby—fuck, yes!” Logan’s hips buck up as I fall and grab onto his shoulders for support, crying out at the exquisite tingles skittering down my spine.
“I couldn’t hear you scream today, baby. I fucking need it now,” he grunts as we establish a heady pace, both of us giving in to the demands of our bodies, taking rom each other, while giving everything. Water is pouring over the sides of the tub in waves and we don’t care. My body is burning hotter and the pressure is building with every pass of his cock against my piercing.
He reaches between us and presses on the little metal bar, increasing the friction and a scream rips from my throat.
“My name, Abbi. Scream my name.” He bends slightly and sucks a nipple into his mouth, biting gently as his fingers work their magic, his hips still pumping in rhythm with mine.
“Yes, Logan! Oh my—oh, yes! Logan!”
“Good girl,” he purrs as he switches to my other breast. After giving it a nip, he lets if go with a pop. Suddenly, surges from the water, standing and wrapping my legs around his waist. He steps from the tub and backs me up against the nearest wall. Our skin is slippery and wet, sliding effortlessly as he starts to pound into me.
“Squeeze that pussy, baby. Yeah, just like that,” he praises. “Tell me, Abbi.” His voice takes on a mischievous tone. “I want to hear all the filthy things you want me to do to you from that pretty little mouth of yours.”
I’m gulping in deep breathes, lost in the overwhelming sensations and feeling crashing over me, so I barely hear his request. He breaches the fog with a slap on my butt cheek and asks me again.
“Um,” I’m trying to think, but coming up with the words, much less saying them out loud, all while he drives me toward orgasm is near impossible. “I want to come,” I whisper.
“I know, baby. Do you want me to fuck you with my mouth until you orgasm? My fingers? My cock?”
“You’re—um—c—cock.”
“Do what with my cock, baby? Tell me and I’ll let you come.”
I gasp when his hips change angles and he impales me even deeper. I’m so damn close I can almost reach out and touch my orgasm. Desperate, I scream, “Fuck me! I want you to fuck me with your huge fucking cock!”
“Abbi!” Logan shouts and I feel the warmth of his seed as he explodes inside me. It sets me off and I fly from the precipice he’d been balancing me on.