Page 123 of Hypothetical Heart
“I don’t need you to,” I tell him.
He places a hand on my hip. “But I want to,” he argues, “Are you worried I can’t make you come?”
“What?” I repeat his question, blood rushing to my cheeks. “No, I just want to do this first. I don’t think there needs to be any type of one-for-one obligation.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
I lean in to kiss him again as we make our way around the couch, my hands trailing down his chest. Logan shivers under my touch, a mix of anticipation and desire coursing through him. My fingers fall to the edge of his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his bare skin before I shove him so he’s sitting.
Logan’s breath hitches as I move lower, my hands working to undo his belt and pants. He lifts his hips slightly, helping me slide them down. I look up at him before shifting my attention downward.
“Holy shit, Logan.” I can’t hold back my shock when I get my first look at my boyfriend's dick. “You’rehuge.”
He blushes and tries to smile, but he’s clearly overwhelmed.
I take my time, my touch gentle yet firm, before I put him in my mouth, which makes Logan tangle his hands in my hair.
Logan’s breath comes in shallow gasps and I try to move with confidence, listening to his every reaction, adjusting my pace and pressure to match his needs.
“Is this okay?” I ask, pulling away when both his hands clench my hair a bit tighter.
“Fuck,” he sighs. “More than okay, sweetheart.”
The connection between us is palpable, each touch and glance, an affirmation of how he feels for me. Logan’s eyes close, his head tilting back as he surrenders to the feeling.
As Logan’s breaths grow ragged, I slow my rhythm, drawing out the moment. He looks down at me, our eyes locking once more, and he whispers my name, his voice thick with emotion. “Winnie...”
With a final, gentle touch, Logan reaches his peak, a shuddering sigh escaping his lips. I grimace slightly when he fills my mouth, and he quickly grabs tissues off the coffee table and holds them to my mouth.
“Don’t,” he says sternly, knowing I don’t want to swallow.
Logan gets rid of the tissues before meeting me back on the couch. The rain continues its steady rhythm outside, a serene background noise to the quiet contentment filling the room.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to do anything to you?” he asks again, clearly eager to pleasure me in the same way.
I shake my head. “No, it’s okay. That was for you.”
Logan kisses the top of my head, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on my skin. “I love you,” he whispers. “You’re the most perfect thing in the world.”
I know he’s not just saying it because I gave him a blow job; he feels it deep in his chest just like I do.
I smile, my heart full. “I love you too, Logan.”
For the rest of the night, we lay there together, the world outside forgotten, wrapped in the warmth and happiness of the night.
36
“How long into your relationship did you wait to have sex with Jameson?” I ask Genevieve, the two of us standing in the bathroom of my apartment.
She and Jameson are staying here tonight since we all decided to go to a costume party in the city together, and our place is within walking distance.
“Um… I don’t know if I was on a timeline, necessarily.” She fixes the halo on top of her head before smoothing her hands down her white top and skirt.
We let the boys pick out our costumes, and of course, Jameson made Genevieve an angel. Meanwhile, I’m a cowgirl with bootcut jeans and a tiny denim halter top that zips up the front. I’m hoping their goal was to pick matching couples costumes, or else none of this makes sense.
“I know, and I’m not either. I just want to make sure I don’t jump the gun too soon.” The progression of our relationship has never been the most normal pace, considering it took us nearly nineteen years to finally get together, so it’s hard for me to discern what is consideredtoo soon.
