Page 105 of Until You Found Me

There’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, his body still and only the swollen head of him nudging past that first ring of muscle before he leaves her completely to lie back against the pillows instead.

“Like this?” He opens an arm in invitation for her to straddle him.

Oh. Now she understands. He hasn’t offered this before and she hasn’t asked because she knows exactly the kind of trauma he’s experienced in this position. Understands even better now what it feels like to be trapped under someone else. The raw vulnerability in his eyes is a hard-won gift and she’ll make sure he never regrets giving it.

Tessa moves onto his lap and rubs herself over the length of him in a smooth stroke. Once, twice, three times, coating him in the slickness between her legs, both to ease him into this and for herself, so he can ease into her with a smoother effort. It’s been weeks since they were together and even that first inch a moment ago had burned. They need all the lubrication they can get.

When her heartbeat finds a cadence between her thighs, her entrance heavy and needy, and his hips begin to thrustup to meet hers, she guides him where he belongs. He is always a tight fit, and she stalls halfway, needing a moment to adjust. It’s then that her thighs tremble with the effort of holding herself up, gravity sinking her down another inch and drawing a gasp from her lungs. This position is so different from anything she’s felt with him before. She wants to know what that pressure feels like even deeper…

“Logan.” His name is a plea for him to take over where she left off.

He’s been still until now, gazing up at her as she worked herself onto him, but now he responds with a steady upward thrust. She lets him push into her fully, allowing her thigh muscles to give out so her weight helps her sit heavily on his lap.

There are places she didn’t know anyone could go, and he fills them so completely that the pleasure of it begins to outweigh the burn. His tip presses firmly against her front wall and she rocks the smallest bit, gasping when he massages that spot. Her body unfurls to welcome him, relaxing around his length and flaring against his warmth.

With a careful hand, she leans forward and curls her palm around the back of his neck, applying pressure as she leans back to bring him upright with her. He shifts deep inside and she rolls her hips, their chests flush together and her forehead resting against his.

He swallows hard, wedging a hand between them to run up her between her breasts where her heart beats.

“Touch me,” she encourages.

He remains buried deep between her legs while his palms search for affirmation across the curves of her skin. He cups her breasts to thumb her nipples where they harden evenfurther. Follows the bumpy ridges of her ribs and glides over the plane of her stomach with the back of his knuckles, before traveling to her thighs where he rests a moment. When the journey continues, its path leads up her inner thigh until he finds where they’re joined.

His touch is hesitant now where it had been desperate a second ago. She inhales sharply, lifting herself an inch so his fingers can splay around the base of his cock, caressing the softest parts of her that spread open around him.

“You feel so perfect,” Logan whispers, removing his hand from between them and traveling his other one up her body to rest on her surgery scar.

And just like that, her pulse flutters and she begins rocking in his lap, easy and slow, dragging him against her walls. He grips her thighs while she moves and pride blooms in her chest when he begins to quake under her, his eyelids fluttering shut, so close already.

He would thrust erratically up into her if he were on top but he has no leverage now and so she does it for him, increasing her pace as he buries his face into her neck and his release leaks out between them and onto the sheets.

She wants to come with him inside her so badly that she might cry if it doesn’t happen. Tries to help herself reach that goal, but then his thumb replaces her fingers, slipping and sliding until her muscles clamp down on him. She rides the length of him filling her and his hand caressing her, while pleasure crests and falls and crests again until she collapses against him.

“Stay with me like this?” He lays back and pulls her with him, tugging the covers over them both.

She hums out a sound of approval, shivering as his fingersstroke up her spine.

They fall asleep joined together, full of endorphins.

She can’t wait to do it all over again.

* * *

Three months after surgery, Tessa has finally sold the house. The profits will be enough to upgrade the boat for fishing season and keep a nest egg for trips to Canada in a few years’ time. Better nets and stronger sails, more storage space to bring in a bigger catch. It’s enough to get them ahead but likely falls short of affording health insurance.

Still, they’re building a comfortable life one step at a time and she can think of far worse things than sailing or flying to coastal Canada every summer.

She takes a job from Arthur managing the domes that are coming together into proper little houses, already booked several months out before the doors even open for the first time. He was correct about these things supporting his retirement.

“It’s those views.” He smiled. “People can’t get enough. They want to stay right on the cliffs.”

She knows that feeling. Despite the horrors of what happened here on their side of the property line, she still loves sitting at the edge to feel the spray of ocean water on her face as it crashes against the rocks below. She doesn’t think of the fight with Nick or how she finally rid herself of him. She watches the sunset beyond the waterline, only appreciating the new beginnings this place has offered her.

Usually, she sits here in the mornings with Logan but todayhe’s surprised her with a trip to the lighthouse. The same one that he said was inaccessible before.

‘Convinced Carl to open it up for us this one time.’He told her, excitement sparkling in his eyes.

“I didn’t know we had workout plans before the sun comes up,” she teases, her thighs burning as they climb the spiral staircase.

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