“Oh, I don’t think they make engagement rings for men,” he grins. “But I wouldn’t say no to you baking another one of your cakes,” he tells me eagerly, making me laugh.
Feeling elated, besotted, and every other good feeling known to man, I wrap my arms around Logan neck and whisper against his lips, “Thank you. For this ring, for asking me to marry you, for believing in us, for everything.”
“You’re welcome. You’re worth it, Gemima,” he whispers in reply.
I stare at his breathtaking face for a second longer, before I lunge forward, parting his delectable lips with my tongue as I kiss him passionately. We stay entwined for several sensual minutes until Logan picks me up, takes two steps over to the edge of the bed and tosses me onto it. I land on my back in a laughing heap, expecting him to join me imminently, but instead he stays standing.
“How about breakfast in bed? Or lunch?” he amends.
“Coffee,” I say, almost as a plea.
Chuckling, Logan nods his agreement and promises to return, pronto. After watching him leave — refusing to deny myself an opportunity to stare at his naked backside — I roll over and lie on my front gazing at my stunning new piece of jewellery. It’s going to take me some time to get used to the feeling of it, but I’m more than happy to do the time, I think, giddily. I stare into the depths of the central stone and feel as though I could look into it everyday for a lifetime and always see something slightly different. It’s so captivating! I’ve never seen anything like it.
“You have amazing taste,” I tell Logan when he walks back into the room a few minutes later, putting our steaming cups of coffee down on his bedside table.
“Of course I do. Have you seen my fiancé?” he compliments me.
I bask in his words, though my eyes stay glued to my ring.
“Oh, no, it’s already begun,” Logan sighs in faux-dramatics. “She’d rather look at her ring than look at me,” he says to himself.
I peer over my shoulder at him immediately. “Never,” I grin.
Evidently teasing me, he smiles back, and then crawls across the bed towards me. He lies on top of me, squishing me so that a funny hhhfff sound escape my lips. I can feel his hard member against my backside.
“I had a message from Karen asking us if we’re still interested in going to Disneyland,” he tells me. “At the risk of sounding petty, I told her we’d only go if Taylor wasn’t.”
“That’s exactly what I would’ve said,” I tell him.
“Good,” he murmurs, his lips against my shoulders. “We’ll have to be ready in an hour.”
“Are we going to celebrate before or after?” I ask mischievously.
“Celebrate?”
“Uh-huh. Consummate our engagement. Again,” I smile into the bedding. “We can do it like this, you know, so that I can look at my ring,” I toy with him.
Logan wriggles on top of me, payback for my words, and yet despite what I just said, I put my hands to better use, reaching behind me to squeeze his ass with a giggle. But when he moves slightly lower down my body, his ass no longer in reach, I rest my hands under my head, delighting in Logan’s next move. At my right hip, his hand squeezes between the mattress and I, moving diagonally south until he reaches my sex. Instinctively I tilt my pelvis backwards, pressing it firmly into his crotch. Ah! I’m caught once more in a perfect, inescapable embrace, the bed beneath me, Logan on top of me, with no choice but to indulge in the pleasure that I know I will be dealt.
“It really sucks to be me today,” I tell him sarcastically.
“Ditto, baby,” he says and I can hear that he’s smiling.
Logan starts stroking me slowly, delicately, and I want to widen my legs but I can’t. All I can do is whimper and continue pushing my ass backwards, into him, which in turn makes him groan in my ear. Oh, yes!
“I really do have the best taste,” he murmurs, moving my long hair to one side, so that he can kiss my neck as he continues his windup.
Desiring to do the same to him, I squeeze my non-ringed hand between his abdomen and mine and take ahold his erection. He eases his weight off of me slightly so that I’m able to both piston him and widen my legs against his touch. We’re in an awkwardly twisted and somewhat uncomfortable position, but it feels too good to stop. My whimpers turn to moans and I grip the duvet with my ringed hand, too consumed in the feeling of Logan stroking me to contemplate my new ring. He’s really good at distracting me, I think again.
Heightening our experience in his usual expert-style, Logan waits until we’re both frenetic before he enters me, our bodies now as flat and flush against each other as they could possibly be, both of my hands gripping the duvet in sexual anticipation. He slides into me, stimulating me more with every inch. I relish the feeling of his skin against mine. The sound of his satisfying sigh drives me wild, and as he begins moving, he keeps stroking my clitoris with his hand, provoking every sense I possess.
“Logan,” I pant breathlessly. Ah, he is amazing!
“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” he whispers, his voice erratic.
There is no reprieve from the provocation, even in the infinitesimal moments when Logan holds himself inside of me, I’m still pushed further by the feeling of him pulsing.
Ah, yes! Yes!
He feels phenomenal! He starts pumping quickly and I drown in the music of his glorious groans. My own are caught by the duvet, which I bury my face into, my nails digging in deeply as he winds me up tighter and tighter, like a coil whose tension is about to explode.
Abruptly, I scream as he hits the perfect internal spot, my body somehow opening to him more, begging him to do it again. He does, and I scream for a second time.
Fuck! Oh, fuck!
I’m in awe that I haven’t fallen to pieces already. I’m so close, delectably close. Knowing this, Logan does what he does best and calms everything down. He starts moving so slowly in and out of me, with more self control than I will ever be able to understand, that I start shaking against him, aching desperately for him to finish me off. At the same time, I don’t want this to end. Ever. I want him to continue massaging me in this wholly erotic fashion until I forget my own name. Holy shit! He’s doing a damn good job; I’ve lost all awareness of everything around me, except his slow, measured movements. My name begins with a G, but that’s all I can recall.
Instinctively I push out against him, hard, and he calls out in rapture, before he changes tact again. Still taking me slowly, he now thrusts with more force, deep and sharp, hitting that jackpot spot over and over. My mind deserts me; he’s pushed me too far. Far too far!
“Logan,” I mewl into the pillow, feeling the explosion about to go off. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”
He pushes me over the edge, triggering an all-consuming orgasm that erupts throughout my body, going on and on, suffocating me in pleasure. I can’t even scream, it’s too elysian for that. All I can do is feel the sensations and try my best not to pass out. Oh my god!
Logan speeds up, and my body trembles again. I manage to open my legs wider still, wanting more. How does this feel so good? How does he stimulate me so soon after coming?
“Gemima,” Logan cries, closing in on his orgasm, and I remember, Oh, yes, that’s my name.
My body’s not used to being worshipped the way that Logan worships it, nor driven to such heights, but he proves to me for the umpteenth time that we can reach these new heights together. The seconds keep on passing and the pleasure keeps increasing and before I know it I’m screaming into the bedding once more. I feel myself tightening.
“Ah!” Logan groans loudly, on the verge of releasing himself into me, and a few perfect thrusts later he orgasms, shaking behind me. His movements, his sounds, and the feeling of his hands gripping me are enough to send me soaring. My body takes flight in pure euphoria as I come for a second time, calling out effusively.