Title: You, Me And The Ocean
Author: Diane
Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Rating: Adult Rated
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing!
Spoilers/Warnings: This is set during the summer between S2 and S3 so everything up to that point. Story contains language and scenes of a sexual nature.
Summary: She looked around at the sparkling ocean that surrounded them and she smiled, happy to be away from everyone and everything back home, even if it was just for one day.
Author’s Note: This story has been written for the Anchor’s Away Challenge at vm_library. A very big thank you must go to taken_with_you for all of her help in beta-ing this for me. You're the best! *hugs*
Tipping her head back, Veronica enjoyed the sun’s rays warming her face, her eyes protected from its bright glare by a pair of sunglasses. She looked around at the sparkling ocean that surrounded them and she smiled, happy to be away from everyone and everything back home, even if it was just for one day. Well, almost everyone, she thought as her gaze landed on her boyfriend.
“Thoughts of me?” Logan asked, as he came to sit beside her on the yacht’s padded bench seat.
“Hmm, that sounds familiar,” she teased and moved forward to meet his lips, which were slowly inching towards her.
He parted his lips and welcomed her tongue into his mouth, sucking on it and savouring her familiar flavour. It was a heady addiction, Veronica's taste. “Yeah… I think we were reminiscing about that time we made-out in my truck last summer.”
“You mean you were reminiscing.”
“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” he said, smirking at her. “I know I was getting you all hot and bothered before you stomped away.”
“Whatever.”
“Nice comeback,” he retorted, removing the sunglasses she was wearing and placing them beside him.
“Shut up,” she told him before her mouth slanted over his to silence him with her kiss. Her hands cupped the back of his head, holding him still as she practically devoured him and without breaking the kiss, she shifted her position and swung one leg over his thighs so that she was now straddling him.
Logan’s hands immediately circled her waist and he pulled her in even closer to his body. He groaned against her lips when she began grinding her hips into his and he felt himself grow even harder than he was already. He mentally patted himself on the back for having dropped anchor so that he didn’t have to worry about them drifting away to God-knows-where.
When the need for air became an issue, Veronica broke the kiss and buried her face against his shoulder as her breathing returned to some semblance of normal. Her fingers lightly caressed the back of his neck, playing with the short hairs there.
It had been Logan’s idea for them to get away from Neptune for the day and he had suggested they take his da—his boat out to Catalina and go on the date that they had been denied so many months before. She had been about to protest when she realized that maybe a day of sun, sea and fun was just what she needed to help take her mind off the events of just a month-and-a-half before.
While things had slowly started returning to normal—well, as normal as things ever were for her—there were still times when the darkness would envelope her and she had trouble breathing. Particularly at night. It was during those times that she had found herself calling him and he would stay on the line with her for hours, just talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes, when her dad was out of town on one of his cases, he would come over and keep her company, staying up with her, watching TV or walking Backup along the beach.
Veronica was broken out of her thoughts by the feel of Logan’s fingers loosening the tie of her baby blue, halter-necked bikini top and she quickly drew back from him. “Uh, what do you think you’re doing?”
“What?” he asked innocently. “I just figured you wouldn't want pesky tan lines.”
“Uh huh, I’m sure.”
Logan laughed at her tone. “Fine, you know me too well.” His fingers drew lazy circles onto the sun-warmed skin of her back and he felt her shiver in response. “Cold?” he inquired, smirking at her.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. Her own hands slid beneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt and stroked over his toned abs before moving upwards and touching his chest. Without saying a word, she began pushing his T-shirt up and he instinctively raised his arms and helped her remove it from him.
“How come you can see me topless and I can’t see you?” he asked, cocking his eyebrow inquisitively.
“Who said you won’t?” she teased wickedly.
Leaning forward, he took her mouth again in a soft kiss, which soon intensified to searing heat. With the sun beating down on them and the heat of their bodies pressing together, Logan felt like he was about to explode—in more ways than one. His lips traveled down to her neck and he grazed his teeth against the flesh there, liking the way she gasped in response. One of his hands slipped down the back of the denim cutoffs she was wearing and he fingered the edge of her bikini bottoms before slipping beneath the soft fabric and kneading her ass.
“You feel so good, Veronica,” he whispered into her ear, his teeth nibbling the lobe afterwards. When she shifted position slightly on his lap a few moments later, he couldn’t help the deep growl that tore from his throat.
“Y-You do, too,” Veronica managed to choke out, her fingers digging into his bare shoulders as the sensations of their bodies grinding together became too much. Her thighs were pressing into him tightly and she had a sudden flash of them doing this naked, and she felt her body grow even warmer.
Their make-outs had slowly been getting hotter and more intense ever since their reunion. At first, things had started off fairly slowly and Veronica knew that Logan was being mindful of what they had both learned up on the hotel’s roof that night. However, once she had started taking the lead, he had visibly relaxed and things had progressed from there.
While she had let him touch her beneath her clothes during their make-out sessions, she had yet to be totally naked in front of him and a part of her couldn’t help but be a little nervous. She knew she wanted him… Boy, did she want him, but so much had happened and she didn’t want to rush into things. But, by the same token, she didn’t want to move at a snail’s pace, either.
“Where did you go?” Logan’s voice broke her out of her reverie and she returned his smile as she nuzzled her nose against his.
“Nowhere…just thinking.”
“Yeah, I thought I could hear the cogs turning.” Running a hand through the silky strands of her messy ponytail, he gently queried, “You okay?”
Looking into his eyes, the colour of burnt sugar, Veronica couldn’t fail to see the concern he had for her, and it warmed her heart. Her fingers caressed his cheek as she nodded her head and leaned in to touch her mouth to his.
Parting his lips, Logan welcomed her tongue into his mouth and he curled his own tongue around it, dueling with it playfully. So consumed was he with returning her kisses, that he missed her hand sliding around to the back of her neck and pulling at the ties of her bikini top. He, however, didn’t miss the feel of her bare breasts suddenly rubbing against his chest and his eyes immediately flew open.
“Veronica…”
“I want this… I-I want you, Logan,” she whispered, cutting him off before tilting her head to the side and kissing along his jaw.
“Are you sure about this? You know I’ll wait as long as you need,” he told her honestly. He tried to keep his eyes fixed on hers but he couldn’t help it when they lowered and he took in the sight of her pert little breasts topped with rosy nipples, which were just begging to be sucked on.
Placing her fingertips underneath his chin, Veronica directed his gaze back to her eyes. “I’m very sure.” Kissing him again, she drew back too soon for his liking, if the pout on his lips was any indication. “Um, did you bring, you know, protection with you?” she asked almost shyly.
The smile on Logan’s face disappeared as he realized that he hadn’t. While things had been moving along nicely, he hadn’t wanted to presume that they would do anything on this trip, so he had deliberately left the condoms in his nightstand back at The Grand. He could kick himself.
“I didn’t think… I mean, I didn’t want you to think that’s why I was bringing you out here, Veronica.”
Once again, her heart melted and after pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him to her. With her lips right by his ear, she whispered, “Then it’s a good thing I did, huh?”
“What?” Pulling her back slightly, he looked into her glowing face and saw true happiness there.
She giggled at the shocked look on his face. “I figured one of us had better be prepared and--”
Her words were cut off by Logan urgently seizing her lips and kissing her hard and deep. The knowledge that she wanted to take the next step in their relationship had him sliding a hand between them and cupping one of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh before tugging on the sensitive nipple.
“God…that feels good,” Veronica muttered, her fingers threaded through his thick hair as she enjoyed the feel of his slightly-calloused hand caressing her.
Switching his hand to her other breast, Logan chuckled and said, “I think this’ll feel even better.” Before she could say anything, he lowered his head and licked her nipple, and the tiny mewling sounds she made in response spiked his temperature even higher. His free hand spanned her back as he held her upright, preventing her from falling backwards off his lap.
Both of his hands were on her back, holding her steady as she undulated her hips against him. His mouth flit back and forth between her breasts, licking around and around her nipples, which he knew were driving her to distraction.
The expression on her face was rapturous. “Logan…please…”
“Please what?” Once the words were out, he was kissing her breasts again, licking a hot stripe in the valley between them, which had her moaning his name loudly. Even through the fabric of the shorts they were both wearing, he could feel her heat and he couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her gorgeous body. Her skin felt so soft and smooth beneath his fingertips, and they were literally burning to touch her bared body.
Veronica didn’t answer him—at least, not verbally. Grabbing his face between her palms, she gently pulled him up towards her and captured his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip. “You know what,” she mumbled against his lips.
Reluctantly, Logan drew away from her and looked her straight in the eye. “I need to hear you say it. I need to know you really want this.”
“I do,” she quickly confirmed.
“Then say it.” He smiled reassuringly at her, his thumb stroking lightly over her cheekbone. As the seconds ticked by and she still hadn’t said anything, he figured she had changed her mind, and he couldn’t help the stab of disappointment he felt. Opening his mouth to tell her that it was okay, she beat him to it.
“I-I want you to…” Veronica paused and took a deep breath before finally uttering the words she wanted to say. “I want us to make love.”
Logan’s lips were immediately on hers as he kissed her breathless; the relief coursing through him indescribable. He'd waited so long to hear her say those words, to feel that way about him. His hands roamed over every inch of her body as his lips, tongue and teeth practically devoured her mouth. Her breathy little moans were spurring him on even more.
“Do you want to move this below deck?” he managed to ask between kisses, and she nodded quickly.
“Seeing as the condoms are in the bedroom, I’d say that’s a good idea,” she teased, her hand stroking his stomach lightly, before cupping him through his shorts. She giggled at the expression on his face and bit his chin. Sliding off of his lap, she began tying the strings of her bikini top, but he stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“Uh, I don’t want anyone to see me.”
“Who’s going to see you? Look around… It’s just you, me and the ocean.”
“Yeah, I know but…” She trailed off as her skin flushed with colour.
“You’re beautiful,” he assured her, pulling the bikini top until it was crumpled in his fist, before tossing the fabric aside. Both hands massaged her breasts, touching her almost reverently and he watched her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she succumbed to the pleasure he was bestowing upon her.
When the sensations became almost too much to bear, Veronica grabbed his hand and pulled him up. “Let’s go,” she told him as she led the way below deck to the tiny sleeping cabin where they had placed their bags when they had first boarded the yacht.
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” Logan joked as he obediently followed his girlfriend.
“You know you love it,” she threw back, glancing at him over her shoulder. Once inside the bedroom, the nerves hit her again and she stood frozen to the spot, relaxing slightly when he pressed his chest up against her back and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“We won’t do anything you don’t want to,” he told her softly, his lips pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
Turning in his arms, Veronica wrapped her arms around his neck and standing on her tiptoes, she kissed his lips. The words he had just said seemed to be just what she needed to hear and she held him tightly to her. She gasped into his mouth when he boosted her up and instinctively, she hooked her legs around his waist, which brought her into more direct contact with the bulge in his shorts.
“I want you so much, Veronica… You have no idea,” he stated against the delicate skin of her throat.
“I think I have some idea,” she told him as she rotated her hips against his, eliciting a groan in response. “You like that?”
Logan nodded his head. “Like doesn’t even cover it,” he answered, giving her that smirk he knew she secretly loved. He peppered her face, throat and neck with butterfly kisses as he carefully walked forward and laid her down upon the bed.
One of the first things he had done when he had taken possession of the boat was replace a lot of the fittings, the original bed being at the top of the list of things to go. While he didn’t know everywhere his fath—Aaron had done his…entertaining, the last thing he wanted to think about were its previous occupants whenever he used the yacht.
Giving himself a mental shake, Logan refocused his attention on the young woman lying beneath him and smiled at her before lowering his head to hers and kissing her slowly. The only sound that could be heard in the room was the dull lapping of water against the hull and harsh breathing as their kiss once again sizzled out of control.
Veronica’s hands explored Logan’s back and shoulders, kneading the strong muscles that were sliding against each other under his skin as he moved over her. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, and she could feel his cock rubbing against her with each movement he made. Her fingers slipped between them to explore the planes of his chest and stomach. Upon reaching the front of his shorts, she unbuttoned and then unzipped them, which immediately seized his attention. The feel of her little hand stroking him beneath the fabric caused his breathing to hitch in his throat, and he squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to calm himself down.
“God, Veronica…” He buried his face in the nook between her neck and shoulder, breathing in her scent as he moved his hips in time with her hand. This wasn’t the first time she had touched him in this way, but she did it with such…innocence, it always felt like the first time and he couldn’t get enough.
While her hand continued to pump him, she used her free one, together with her feet, to push his shorts and boxers down as far as she could giving herself better access to touch him.
“You’ve got to stop,” Logan choked out as the sensations became too much, and sliding a hand between them, he stilled her movements. When her lips parted for her to respond, he swooped down and covered her mouth with his, kissing her soundly before flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin just inside her bottom lip which caused her to gasp.
Tilting his head, he slanted his mouth over hers and increased the pressure of the kiss. It was his turn to gasp when her hips began rocking, grinding her body into his. The friction of her nipples rubbing against his chest with each movement they made was driving him to distraction and he knew he needed to slow things down. After all, he didn’t want things to be over before they'd even begun.
Taking both of her wrists, he raised them above her head and pinned them to the bed with one hand while he trailed the other across her chest, lightly stroking her breasts in turn before circling his index finger around each of her protruding nipples. The picture she made lying beneath him…there were no words to describe it. Her hair, which had somehow come loose from the ponytail it had been gathered into, was fanned out around her head. Her eyes were luminous as she watched him, watching her, and her lips…they were pouty and kiss-swollen and he couldn’t resist tasting them once more.
Veronica returned his kisses while the heels of her feet dug into Logan’s ass, bringing him into even closer contact with her. She couldn’t help but love the feel of him pinning her wrists down, contrasting with the gentle touches he was bestowing upon her. The feel of his cock rubbing against the naked skin of her stomach was making her burn inside out, and heaven only knew how it would finally feel when he was inside of her.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Logan whispered into her ear as his free hand slid down and rubbed her bare thigh, inwardly cursing when he came into contact with the shorts she was still wearing. “Can I take these off?” he asked, and he felt rather than saw her nod her head.
Releasing his hold on her wrists, he stroked his palms over her chest, paying considerable attention to her small, firm breasts, tweaking the nipples between his thumb and forefinger before finally reaching the waistband of her shorts. He took his time popping the button and lowering the zipper. He glanced up at Veronica, watching the way she was biting her lip in what he could only assume was anticipation.
Slowly sliding the denim down her hips and thighs, he felt his heart thumping wildly in his chest as more of her body was revealed to him. Once he had tossed the garment to the floor, he ran his hands up and down her legs and thighs, reveling in the feel of her baby-soft skin beneath his fingertips. Instead of removing her bikini bottoms, Logan covered her body with his own and kissed her again, wanting her to be as relaxed as possible for what was to come.
His mouth moved down the column of her neck to suck on her collarbone before moving lower still and capturing a nipple between his lips, suckling it tenderly. All the while, he kept his eyes trained on her face, watching as she struggled to keep her eyes open. “Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yesss,” Veronica hissed, her fingers digging into the rounded tops of his shoulders, the pressure creating half-moons on his skin.
He kissed his way further down and when he reached her bellybutton, he flicked his tongue inside it, causing her hips to buck up into his. The childlike giggle she released made him do it again.
“Logan! That tickles!”
“Want me to stop?”
“Uh huh,” she replied, smiling at him.
“What’s it worth?”
“Oh, I don’t know. A big kiss, maybe?” Veronica knew that he was deliberately teasing her to break the tension they were both feeling, and surprisingly, it was working.
“Is that all?” he pouted.
“I could jerk you off...” she trailed off, tantalizingly.
“Handjobs are so eighth-grade,” he sighed dramatically.
“Well,” she teased affectionately, “there's always sex.”
He laughed, and lowering his head again, he ran his tongue around her bellybutton instead of inside it. “Okay, you win,” he mock-sighed. “If you insist on having sex with me…”
Veronica swatted his arm playfully before soothing it by rubbing her hand over it. “Fine, if you don’t want to...” she played along.
“I never said that,” Logan was quick to reply, his eyes twinkling with amusement at their easy banter.
When his fingers ran just beneath the elastic waistband of her bikini bottoms, Veronica interrupted him. “Nuh huh, you first.” She could feel herself blushing, but she managed to keep her gaze on him.
“I knew you couldn’t wait to see me naked,” he quipped, winking at her. Pushing himself up, he removed his shorts and boxers and then crawled back onto the bed. His fingers were back to toying with her bikini bottoms, running them over the front and lightly stroking her through the fabric as he watched her lips form an ‘o’ shape.
Veronica’s eyes fluttered shut as the pleasure mounted and her legs fell further apart, silently telling him what she needed. A loud moan tore from her throat when she felt his fingers touching the damp material between her legs and her hips automatically began gyrating, meeting his maddeningly light touch.
“Please, Logan…” she begged as the sensations grew stronger with each caress. The knot in her stomach was getting tighter and tighter and she knew it wouldn’t take much more to send her careening over the edge.
“Tell me,” he whispered huskily into her ear before licking the shell of it and he felt the shiver that ran through her.
“T-Take them off and touch me,” she told him, needing to feel his skin against hers.
Not needing to be told twice, Logan pushed the bottoms to one side and ran his forefinger along the outer lips of her pussy, his eyes flitting from watching his hand to watching her beautiful face. “Look at me,” he commanded and when she did a second later, he added, “Do you like that?”
“Ohhhhh…”
“Do you?”
“Yes… Yes,” she mumbled as she focused on the feel of his fingers sliding along her wet, slippery flesh. Her lips fell open in a silent scream when she felt his tongue touch her clit. She felt him shift his position so that he was now lying in between her legs and she held her breath as she waited for his next move.
Looking up at her from where he lay, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was absolutely fucking gorgeous and she was all his. Finally. His fingers brushed through the blond curls at the apex of her thighs before his fingers gently parted her. Still keeping his eyes fixed on her, he lowered his head and licked her from bottom to top and back again.
“Logan!” One of Veronica’s hands flew to grip his hair, holding him in place while the other fisted the covers beneath her as she writhed beneath his mouth. The tip of his tongue circled her entrance before slipping inside it and a sob of pure, unadulterated pleasure was ripped from her.
As his mouth expertly worked her over, Logan reached up a hand and kneaded her breast, repeating the action a few moments later on its twin. He could feel his cock throbbing and he rubbed it against the bed to try and alleviate the pressure. From the way Veronica was moving and going by the sounds she was making, he knew she was wound tighter than a spring and that it wasn’t going to take much more for her to come undone. He quickened his motions and brought his fingers into play; sliding first one and then two digits inside her while he sucked her clit into his mouth.
The addition of his fingers coupled with the sensation of Logan’s teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves were Veronica’s undoing, and she screamed his name as she suddenly climaxed. Eventually, her hips stopped moving, save the occasional jerking aftershock.
Making a show of wiping his mouth against the back of his hand, he smirked as he began kissing his way up her body, spending an inordinate amount of time licking and suckling her nipples, which soon had her writhing once more. When his mouth was directly above hers, he looked down into her face and grinned at her.
“You’re so damn smug,” she said, smiling back at him.
He shrugged his shoulders before quietly asking, “How do you feel?”
Instead of answering him verbally, she cupped the back of his head and brought his mouth down to meet hers and she kissed him hard. She could taste herself on his lips and it aroused her even more. Their tongues tangled wetly while their hands wandered all over each other’s bodies.
When it finally broke several long minutes later, Logan gave her another smirk. “That good, huh?”
“Shut up,” she responded playfully.
“Make me.” His voice had turned husky and his eyes had darkened, remaining focused on hers as he issued his challenge and he saw a spark of fire twinkling in them. He watched her push herself up onto her elbows and come towards him, her breasts rubbing enticingly against his sparse chest hair, creating a delicious friction.
Veronica ran her tongue along his bottom lip before she sucked the plump flesh into her mouth and nibbled on it. She repeated the motion with his top lip and she giggled when a second later she was again flat on her back, Logan pressed flush against her. Gasps and moans echoed around the room when she felt his hard, throbbing flesh rubbing her stomach as they rocked together. Sliding a hand between them, she wrapped it around his cock and stroked it up and down. Her thumb collected the pre-come that was gathering at the tip, and she used the moisture to aid her movements, making him nice and slick.
Logan couldn’t take much more and he was actually surprised he hadn’t come already. He was teetering on the edge and it wasn’t going to take much to send him crashing headlong into oblivion. He didn’t want it to happen like this—he needed to be encased in her snug, wet warmth. Dropping open-mouthed kisses along her throat, he asked breathlessly, “Where are the condoms?”
“In my bag…over there on the floor.”
“Damn! You mean I’ve got to get up?”
“You’re so lazy,” she teased, pinching his shoulder.
“Ow! What was that for?” Logan asked, as he reluctantly got up and walked over to grab the bag she had brought with her.
Ignoring his question, Veronica said, “They’re in the inside pocket.”
“Hmm, a little impatient, are we?” He chuckled as another blush coloured her cheeks. Finding the box of condoms, he quickly opened them and grabbed a few before walking back to her.
“Hmm, a little presumptuous, are we?” she said, raising her eyebrows inquisitively.
“Hey, you’re the one who brought them,” he stated, adding as an afterthought, “thank God.”
Instead of climbing back on top of her, Logan leaned over her and pressed a series of kisses all over her face, throat and neck before moving lower and kissing all around her breasts and stomach. His fingers grabbed the waistband of her bikini bottoms and he slowly drew them down her slim hips and thighs, tossing them onto the floor. His eyes lingered over her body for a long moment, taking in every inch of her, and he watched her doing the same to him. He stroked her calves, his hands gliding up her legs to her knees, then her thighs. He arrived at the vee between her legs whereupon he caressed her slick heat with two fingers.
“Logan…” Veronica’s gaze roamed all over his hard body, taking in the pronounced indentations of his hips and the fine trail of hair that led down to his thick, hard length. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she fought to control the swirling sensations she could feel in the pit of her stomach. God, she needed him. “I can’t wait,” she told him, watching the smile stretch across his handsome face.
Placing the edge of one of the condoms in his mouth, he tore open its wrapper and made quick work of sheathing himself in the thin latex before he crawled on top of her. He rubbed himself against her, loving the feel of her soft, pliant flesh touching every part of his. He stroked the underside of his penis along her slippery folds, watching her face to gauge her reaction.
Finally having placed himself at her entrance, he paused and couldn’t help but ask, “Are you ready?” He balanced his weight on his forearms, which were resting either side of her head.
Veronica nodded her head quickly, voicing a soft, “Yes,” as she kept her eyes fixed on him. Their lips met in a soft kiss and when he slowly pushed inside of her, her mouth dropped open and a low moan escaped from within her. He was so much bigger than she was used to and it took a few strokes for it to start to feel more comfortable, but when it did… Wow! Her legs were wrapped tightly around Logan’s waist, her palms placed flat against his back as she met each of his thrusts, their rhythm becoming more in tune as they continued to move together.
Logan’s lips were everywhere, as were his hands, and she was on sensory overload. Her skin seemed hyper-sensitive and each touch from him sent little electrical charges coursing through her veins, making her blood thrum and sing. That feeling only intensified when he tilted her backwards slightly and she felt him slide even deeper, bumping her pelvic bone on each down-stroke.
Her moans were getting louder and louder, and she had a feeling Logan’s dirty talk was the cause of that. His mouth was right by her ear and everything he was saying was creating the most vivid pictures in her mind. Coupled with the way his cock was pumping in and out of her, she was spiraling towards her second orgasm, stronger than the first. Her heels dug into his ass as she pressed him even more tightly against her, and on each upstroke he made, she clenched her internal muscles, trying to keep him inside of her.
“Veronicaaaaa,” Logan hissed as her sheath clutched him. If she kept that up, it would be all over in seconds. “You gotta stop that.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it, but keep it up and this will be over very soon,” he told her, cupping her cheek in his palm as he reassured her. Lowering his head, he kissed her passionately, pouring everything he felt for her into it.
Veronica released the breath she had been holding and returned his smile. “So? It just means we get to do it again afterwards, right?”
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he said, laughing. The laugh soon turned to a deep groan though when she once again clenched around his cock, and he suddenly started moving again, determined to make her come with him.
Gripping the headboard with one hand, she gripped his shoulder with the other as she frantically moved her hips against Logan’s. His position had shifted and now on each down-stroke, the base of his cock rubbed her clit and the feeling was out of this world. She had always guessed that sex with him would be good, but she hadn’t imagined it could feel this amazing.
“You feel so good,” he mumbled against her lips before seizing them, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and mimicking the raw movement below. “You’re so tight…so perfect.” His mouth suckled on the sweat-slicked skin of her neck, tasting its saltiness. He felt the familiar tightening in his balls and he knew his climax was imminent. Bringing a hand between them, he rubbed his thumb in a circular motion on her clit as his hips began moving even faster. His determination to have her climax with him paid off and she screamed his name once more as her hips bucked wildly against him. A few strokes later and he buried his face into her shoulder as his own orgasm hit and washed over him. He collapsed on top of her, fighting for breath.
They lost all track of time as they lay there, the sounds of heavy, panting breaths filling the room as they slowly began to calm down and relax. Logan knew he needed to get up and dispose of the condom, but right now he hardly had the strength to blink, let alone move. The feel of her fingers combing through the short hairs at the nape of his neck were making him feel drowsy, but the last thing he wanted to do was fall asleep. Actually, given the fact that they were out at sea, he couldn’t fall asleep.
Finally, gathering up what little strength he had, he slowly eased up off of Veronica, kissing her cheek and lips as he did so.
“Where are you going?” she asked, drowsy.
“Just to the bathroom. I need to get rid of the, uh…”
“Oh,” she interrupted. “Do we have to go back home now?”
Taking a quick look at the watch he was still wearing, he saw that they still had a good few hours before they needed to get back. “No... Unless you want to?”
“No,” she replied, quick to assure him.
“Good, me either,” he said, giving her a wink. He quickly went into the adjacent bathroom—if the tiny closet containing the sink and shower could be called a “room”—and disposed of the condom. He made his way back to the bed, where he found she had climbed underneath the sheets. Her hair was all tousled, her lips were a rosy red from all of their kisses, and he felt himself harden again. Climbing in beside her, he gently pulled her into his arms and his lips curved upwards into a smile as she draped her arm across his chest and twined her leg with one of his.
Logan could feel his eyes getting heavy but he tried to fight it. He was on the cusp of sleep when the sound of her voice brought him back. “Sorry, what?”
“I said, thank you.” Veronica’s fingers were playing with his own and tilting her head back, she met his gaze.
“What for?”
“For this…for making it so special.”
He couldn’t help grin. “You’re welcome, but I didn’t plan this so I guess I should really be thanking you.”
“Yeah, I guess you should,” she teased, pushing herself up slightly to kiss his cheek. Releasing her hold on his hand, she let her fingers drift beneath the thin white sheet and she found him hard and ready. “Do you feel tired? I mean, you seemed to be about to fall asleep on me there for a minute.”
Wrapping his fingers around hers which were still on his engorged flesh, he showed her just how he liked to be touched, not that her earlier ministrations hadn’t been as hot as fuck. “Does it feel like I’m tired?”
Logan didn’t give her a chance to answer. Flipping her over, he pulled the sheet away and began to demonstrate just how wide awake he suddenly was. Hearing her laughter and seeing the smile on her face, his own heart felt light in his chest and he could only hope that it was a sign of things to come.
Fin