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own self, but no… his tongue doesn’t let up, and there’s something else now… I cry out, my neck arching with the deepest sensation of all. Open, wet, and tingling with raw ecstasy, I know I can’t take much more, and then I feel two long fingers enter me. They slide into my private darkness, slick and warm, and I feel them slowly curl. His mouth sucks up my clit as if to swallow it whole, while at the same time, his fingers curl back inside me and begins to tap lightly. I let out an animal cry, folding my arms over my chest and then throwing them wide open in surrender as my pelvis bucks with a mind of its own, taking me from a realm where I thought orgasm was one thing into another world where I give over to the climax rushing through me like tornado wiping the prairie clean of anything it knew to be itself.
    It takes a while for the wild storm to fade, and it doesn’t entirely. I am pulsing with the echoes of ecstasy. These little pulses are the epitome of what I knew pleasure to be before. Now they are simply aftershocks. What has happened?
    I try to catch my breath. I couldn’t form a word right now if my life depended on it. But I don’t have to. Logan is here with me. I’m aware of him now. He’s on the bed with me, slowly, gently, removing my clothes. His are mostly off. When did that happen? He wears boxers almost the same color as his sheets, and they don’t quite fit right now. The head of his cock, a supple curve of peachy-pink skin, is pushing its way out. I try to lift my arm to reach for him but I can’t seem to move. Logan’s moving my arms for me. Out of my sweater, out of my bra, its shoulder straps falling away. The cool air on my hot skin is a welcome relief. I make an effort to roll onto my side, toward him.
    “Shhhh,” he whispers. “Relax.” He slips my skirt and panties off my hips and I lay there limp and nearly lifeless except that I feel as if life has been recalibrated inside me and I just need a few more minutes to catch up to the change. He straddles me, his hips across my stomach, and I welcome the weight, as well as the peachy-pink tip of his cock that is so much closer now. He bends down and kisses the top of my forehead, my nose, each cheek. Then he holds my cheeks in his hands and brings his lips to mine.
    “You are gorgeous,” he whispers. I could be made of gold or sunlight right now, that’s how I feel in his eyes. And my body still pulses with pleasure. The passing storm has left so much electricity in the air of my being. Lightning could strike anytime.
    Logan looks into my eyes. Holding my gaze, he lets go of my cheeks and scoops up my breasts. He palms them gently at first, looking at each one as if wanting to memorize their similarities and differences. My nipples rise to attention with such devoted adoration. He rolls them between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching lightly. I sigh.
    He shifts his weight so he can slip out of his boxers. I stare at him, my lips curving into a smile. He looks like I know he’ll taste: delicious. The peachy-pink head of his cock is just the tip of a long thick shaft that is smooth and strong and rooted in an island of short dark hair. His balls are round and taut and move with him fluidly, changing shape as he shifts his weight. My fingers reach out to touch the tender skin, which responds to my touch like a soft sea creature. I stroke the base of his cock while he holds its length out to me.
    “I’m hungry now,” I say. “Feed me.”
    He moans lightly as he straddles me again. This time across my chest with my arms above my head.
    “You’re sure?” he says.
    I nod, open my mouth, keep my eyes on his. He directs his cock to my lips. He does this slowly, and I’m glad, because I want to feel that smooth, tender skin slide along my lips. They tingle as they wrap around him.
    “Mmmmm…” I close my eyes. He pushes up against the roof of my mouth. I try to resist gagging but can’t help it as he pushes deeper toward my