Page 114 of The Things That Hold Us

My eyes start to water as I feel him hitting my spot again.

I don't understand how this is possible.

“Are you going to come again?” he asks me quietly between kisses.

I nod, unable to find words. He starts to object, but stops himself.

My hands claw at the sheets, and my legs wrap around him, needing him closer.

“You feel so good, Charlie. A perfect fit.”

My back arches off the bed, and I bite my lip, trying to hold it off a minute longer so he can find his release.

“Don’t hold back, I want you coming undone on me.” he whispers before kissing me deeply.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him against me.

“Oh my god, Logan. Please, not yet.” I pant.

His movement slows momentarily as he leans his head up to meet my eyes.

“You don’t want to come again?” he asks, his brows pinching in confusion.

“I do.” I pant.

God, do I.

A loud moan escapes me as he pushes back into me, rougher than before.

“Use your words, Charlie girl. Tell me what you want.”

Logan slows again, letting me catch my breath.

“I want you to come.” I breathe. “I want you to come with me.”

He growls into my neck, thrusting hard and fast now.

I watch his face contort from the pleasure, beads of sweat building on his brow, then I watch as he thrusts in and out of me.

God, it’s so fucking hot.

“I love it when you watch, Charlie girl.”

I moan, my breathing starting to pick up and get raspy.

There's no words left in me, just breathy moans.

Logan leans in, roughly kissing me; and I feel his body tense as he chases his release, only pushing me closer to mine.

He moans against my mouth, and bites down on my lip.

“Fuck.” he mutters, and I feel his body start to shake.

“I need you to come on me Charlie girl. Come for me.”

At his words, I feel my body combust.

“Oh my God, yes!” I cry out, my nails digging into his back and my legs holding him against me as he comes undone.

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