Page 15 of Light of Christmas

Her eyes go big as I insert my fingers into her mouth. It only takes her a second before her brain catches up and she licks my fingers clean.

Fucking hell.

She treats my fingers like it’s my cock and I know it’s payback for all the times I did the same to her.

I pull my fingers out of her mouth and dive back into her pussy. Her back arches off the bed and I slam two fingers into her and make a come here motion while sucking her clit. Hard.

I add another finger and she comes on my tongue while screaming my name.

Not giving her a second to recover or let her mind wander, I sit up and slam my cock into her pussy.

“Gray!”

Bracing my arms on the side of her head, I kiss her. The remnants of her release are still on my mouth as I let her explore mine.

Fuck. I love that.

I’m trying to start out slow but that’s not what she needs right now.

Logan’s fingernails dig into my back as I slam into her over and over.

She comes again and I don’t slow down.

“One more, pretty girl.”

This time I take it slow and show her how much I love her. Our kisses are slow, and I feel wetness hit my cheeks, but don’t stop.

Logan comes again and she squeezes my cock so tightly, I come with her.

Rolling to the side, I take her with me, so that she is laying on my chest, and press a kiss to the top of her head. Logan tucks her arms so they are sandwiched between our bodies.

I wait for our breathing to even out, sit up, and carry my girl to the bathroom. One of the main reasons I picked this house was because of the large master bathroom with a clawfoot tub.

I sit Logan on the counter and start filling up the tub and pour some bubble shit that I found under the sink yesterday.

Logan is staring down at the ground and I know she is a million miles away.

I step between her legs and tilt her chin up so I can see those beautiful green eyes. When her eyes meet mine, my stomach drops.

Unshed tears collect in her eyes, and she attempts a smile but fails.

I don’t waste any time and wrap her in my arms. We stay like this until the bathtub is full and I carry her over, setting her in the warm water.

Logan looks up to me and I can see the worry spread across her face.

I use what she says are my “freaky mind reading powers” and say, “I’m just turning on the heater and putting towels on that fancy towel warmer thing.”

Logan nods and I work quickly then join her. I sit across from her and pull her foot into my lap and start rubbing my thumb up and down her arch.

A few minutes go by, and I don’t say anything. Whatever is going on in that beautiful brain of hers, she needs to process what it means to her before she lets me in.

Since asshole who shall not be named died, I’ve had to learn different ways to help Logan through her PTSD and panic attacks. The nightmares were the hardest to figure out. All I want to do is wrap her in my arms and wish I could take every fucked-up thing that asshole did to her away. But I can’t.

I tried getting her to talk to me right after and it ended up with her shutting down or snapping at me. Then hours later she felt like shit, and I hated that look in her eyes when she thought I was upset with her.

And that’s not saying we don’t fight. This girl is fucking stubborn and so am I. But as I learned from my parents, and Logan and I have learned from each other, it is a give and take from both people.

So, I will sit here as long as she needs me to. And nothing will ever change that.