One Night Only

Logan placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to him. Instead of giving a verbal answer, he kissed me deeply. This time, I had a feeling that he wasn’t holding back. He was giving me all of himself, completely.

I was overwhelmed with desire. I didn’t even know I wanted him that badly. I blamed the suppressed attraction between us for this.

I started moving my hips. I was still in my dress, but down there, the only things that were between us were my panties and his shorts. I felt his hardness acutely. Oh God, it was driving me nuts.

I ended our kiss, sat up straight, and took my dress off over my head. Logan’s eyes traveled up and down my body.

“You’re perfect,” he said.

He let his hands roam over me. He reached and unclasped my bra, tossing it to the floor. He sat up and started kissing my breasts. He was very gentle with me.

He caressed me with passion, but at the same time, it didn’t feel rough or forced. Logan took my breasts in his hands; it was as if they were made only for him.

He took my nipples in his mouth, kissing and licking one, then the other. I moaned so loudly that he instantly stopped.

“Shh, Becca... or the entire house will know about us…”

And still, he returned to caressing my breasts. His little stubble sent shivers down my spine every time his mouth connected with my skin.

I was afraid that I would cum before he even entered me. I could feel my anticipation. Logan rolled us over so that now he was on top of me again.

He kissed my neck, and using his tongue and teeth, worked his way down to my belly. His touch made me feel intoxicated. He pulled off my panties, which also ended up landing on the floor. Now, he was the only one still dressed.

“Don’t you think you're a little overdressed?” I whispered to him.

Logan chuckled. He stood up from the bed and took off his shorts, then his boxers. My eyes immediately fixed on his crotch. His dick was long and thick.

I was sure that I would remember the feeling of having him inside me. I needed him.

Logan pulled on a condom. He looked me in the eyes as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He started stroking it a little, even though he had been ready for a long time.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from Logan. In front of me stood a perfect man with a perfectly sculpted body. All of his muscles bulged as he stroked himself, locking eyes with me.

I noticed his breathing quicken, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I sat on the bed in front of him, and he smiled.

“Lie down, Becca... Lie down and spread your beautiful legs. Do that for me.”

I did exactly as he instructed. He reached for my hips, positioning me so that my ass barely touched the bed. He scanned my body once more before locking his gaze with mine.

Just when I thought he might back down, he entered me. Logan groaned instinctively. I must have been too tight for him, but he seemed to enjoy it, his lips stretching into a wide smile.

After a few thrusts, I adjusted to his size. He used his fingers to stimulate my clit. With him inside me, filling me up, his touch brought me to the edge within seconds.

Logan's movements were slow, savoring the moment. I covered my mouth with my hand, muffling my moans. As I looked at Logan, he smiled, clearly enjoying what he was doing to me.

“Don't hold it, babe. Cum for me.”

I tried to hold back my orgasm, but with Logan inside me and his fingers over my clit, it was impossible. My whole body trembled. I hid my face in my hands, biting into my lower lip.

If I expected him to stop rubbing my clit, I was wrong. He didn’t stop. His thrusts became faster, his grip on my left thigh tightened. I was going insane from the stimulation.

I had never experienced such a prolonged orgasm. My whole body was on fire. I wanted him to cum so badly.

I adjusted to his rhythm; with each stroke, my hips moved with him, taking him deeper each time. Soon, both his hands landed on my thighs, holding me in place.

I felt relief because he finally stopped his sweet torture of my clit, but soon enough I realized that I was close again; it was not only him who was cumming. A second orgasm almost without any stopping? Oh, God!

Logan and I felt the release almost in sync. It was unbelievable. He leaned toward me, propping himself on his elbows; my legs were wrapped around his hips.

He was covered in sweat, his chest glistening, but I was only eyeing his face. Logan was devastatingly gorgeous. I placed my hand on his cheek, tracing my thumb over his lips.

He felt what I needed, and he bent his head down and kissed me. Then he pulled me off the sheets and into his arms. He turned us around, so that now he was sitting on his bed with me straddling his legs.

My arms were around his neck, while his hands were on my ass. We were pressed against each other, both naked and covered in sweat. He was still inside me, and I didn’t want him to move away.

I wanted to stay like that.

“You said just for one night?” Logan whispered in my ear as his hands traveled up to my waist.

“Yeah…”

“Well... the night is still young, Rebecca.”

Without answering, I started to kiss his neck, moving from the hollow of it up to his earlobe. I moved my hips, just a little, teasing him.

Immediately, he took my face in his large hands, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“Rebecca, you know, whatever this is between us, it’s insanely wrong and so damn right at the same time. Fuck, I want you now just as much as I wanted you when I saw you for the first time…”

“Logan, you’re talking too much.” My fingertips moved over his chest as I tried to remember every part of his perfect body. He still didn’t release me, and it looked like he was searching for something in my eyes—guilt or regret? But there was only my desire for him.

“I think that we’re playing with fire here... and we both could easily burn in hell for this, especially me. But the truth is... I don’t care, Becca.”

With that, Logan finally kissed me again. Yeah, what we did and were still doing... it was wrong, but I guessed, for both of us right now, the only thing that mattered was our longing for each other.

When we finally were able to quench our thirst for each other, it was already close to 6 a.m. I was lying on Logan’s chest, while his fingers were moving in lazy circles over my bare back.

I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment. I wasn’t going to break our promise. It was our last moment of weakness. I don’t know a better word for what we did—~weakness~.

Yes, we had undeniable chemistry, we liked each other, we even fit each other perfectly. But now wasn’t the time for us, if there would ever be a time...

I didn’t know what would await us in the future, but right now, I was going to act like this never happened, even if it was one of the best experiences in my life.

“I can’t believe we did this…”

“Well, you could think that it was all in your dreams. That way, it will be easy to forget. Like this never happened in reality,” I whispered to Logan, trying to stop the enormous yawn escaping me. His fingers on my body felt like bliss, and his broad chest was like a pillow made just for me.

“It will be hard to forget...” Logan began.

“Logan…”

“I know, Becca... I know it’s for the best...” His fingers reached my hair. The caress of his fingers was like a lullaby.

“If you continue doing that, I will fall asleep right here...”

“Damn... I honestly want you to stay...”

“Yeah... that would be so wise...” I yawned again and reluctantly sat up on the bed. I needed to go back to my room.

I stood up and collected my belongings. I put on my dress, then grabbed my bra and panties with my hands. I wasn’t planning to wear them.

“Wow...” Logan was enjoying what he was seeing. “You gave me quite the view... Rebecca, do you know that you have a perfect body?”

“I’ve been told, Logan. I’ve been told.” I reached for the doorknob and turned back to look at him. He was leaning on one elbow while sprawled on the bed and was looking at me. ~Look who’s talking about having the perfect body~... Shit! I really should leave his room—and soon.

“Try to sleep.”

“I am counting on it.” He yawned. I had almost closed the door when I heard his voice again.

“Rebecca?”

I poked my head back in the room and raised my eyebrow at him. Logan was sitting on the edge of his bed with a smile on his face.

“You didn’t give me the answer…”

“What answer?” I tried to remember what he was talking about.

“Who is your favorite soccer player?”

“Oh my God! Logan, really?” I snorted loudly because I was amused by his question.

“So?” He didn’t plan on dropping the subject. I shook my head.

“Ramos,” I answered and finally closed the door behind me. I was silently laughing.

When I was almost near my door, I heard a door opening. I didn’t have time to hide, so my shoulders tensed. I didn’t know who it was, so I stood frozen in place.

“Becca? I thought I heard your voice…” Kate was standing in her door frame, looking at me with her sleepy eyes.