LOGAN
Nora was fire.
I had never felt anything like her before. The way she moved, the way she responded to me, the way she let herself go completely, she was unlike anything I had ever touched.
I do not mean to compare, but she makes whatever I share with Amada useless. She completes me, perfectly.
Her body, soft and warm beneath me, her lips parting with each sharp breath, the way she whispered my name, gosh, I was losing my mind.
I was gentle… moving slowly..in, out, in out. Then I would swing and whine. Going in circles, then up, down, up down. I repeated the process.
I was trying to hold back. Trying not to ruin her.
But then she whispered, “Logan… please.”
And that was it. Blaze surged forward inside me, hungry, wild. So I decided to go faster, faster and more aggressively.
