This is a continuation of 33. It's even more mature than that part, so proceed at your own risk.

Be warned.

Let's Go.

*****

I gathered my hair behind my head and held it up, away from my neck as his eyes held mine captive. Waiting to hear what I wanted to say. Problem was, I had no idea how to say it. How do I tell him the reasons behind my telling him to wait?

"I'm sorry." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

That felt like the best way to start, but upon opening my eyes and finding his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, I understood my thinking 'I'm sorry' as the best way to start was just my wishful thinking. So, I corrected myself.

"Logan, you see, I...um. You don't understand."

That sounded better and reasonable enough on my head but out loud, not so much.

"Yes, I do."

He said that way too calmly. As if he knew what he was talking about. He didn't. How could he know?

"Not really, you don't." I shook my head before I got up from his lap and took steps away from him. "I just...I am..."

"Still a virgin?" he finished for me and relaxed back on the sofa. "As I said, I understand."

I blinked. He was spot on, and now that he had let me know that he knew, I didn't know what else to say. I just stared at him as he waddled off the couch and strolled towards me until he stood inches away from me. With both his hands, he reached out and put them on either side of my cheeks. His beautiful eyes bore into mine profoundly I couldn't breathe properly.

"I wasn't gonna go all the way," he said. "Not yet, anyway. Not until you want me to."

I swallowed. I didn't expect him to say that, but I had to admit. That was a beautiful thing to say.

"Can I ask you something, rather personal?" he asked.

"I guess so. How personal exactly?"

"To you? Quite." He let go of my cheeks. "To me? Not really."

Even though his hands were no longer on my cheeks, I still felt the warmth they left. He didn't move away. He hovered right there. His gaze on my eyes never quivered, so I bobbed my head, permitting him to ask.

"Have you have gotten yourself off?"

"Off what?" I breathed.

He took a step closer and ran his hand against the side of my arm. "I'm asking whether you have ever let yourself go, let everything out. Pleasure yourself until you release."

Oh.

I understood that one very much. The thing was, I was embarrassed to tell him the truth. I had never done that. Even if I wanted to, which before I met him, I never really put much thought into stuff like that, I didn't know how.

I shook my head and dropped my eyes on my legs.

Logan took a deep breath. His hand let go of my hand and moved to my chin. Slowly, he raised my face towards his before he brushed his lips against mine.

"Do you want me to show you?" He whispered against the edges of my lips. I shivered and closed my eyes. Part of me wanted to say yes so badly. To experience it, to feel closer to him. The other part though wasn't sure I was ready for any of that.

"I don't know," I whispered, my eyes still closed. "I'm not sure I'm ready to go all the way, Logan."

"Do you trust me?"

I opened my eyes. His eyes captured mine straight away. His face was mere inches away from mine and his lips even closer to my own.

I couldn't speak even if I wanted to. So, I bobbed my head. I did trust him.

He smiled, "Good. I'll protect you from me. Or rather... I won't let myself go any further than it needs to be." He took my hand on his then, before he pulled me to the couch, bent forward, picked up his Can of beer, and took a long swig. Only after he was satisfied, did he turn around towards me with an offer. "You want some wine? It will help you relax."

Relaxation was indeed what I needed. Cause you know why? My nerves were skyrocketing. So, if the wine had the ability to calm them, I was drinking it.

"Yeah. I would like some."

His lips quirked in a smirk. "This way then."

He took me to the kitchen. With the hand he wasn't holding mine, he took out a bottle of sweet white wine from the fridge, and only then did he let my hand go to pour me a glass.

"Bottoms up."

I took a sip expecting to test... I don't know what I was expecting to test if I'm being honest here. But it was definitely not what I was imagining. It wasn't bad.

Logan retook my hand and led us towards the stairs and in front of a set of double doors. None of us uttered a single word. I don't know what he was thinking, but all my mind was screaming was, oh my God, oh my God, I'm going with him. Oh my God, I'm doing something today.

The time it took him to open his doors, in reality, was fast. But with the loudness in my mind, and the rush of blood in my veins made everything look somewhat dramatic. Even when those double doors opened, it felt like it was the opening of the gates of heaven, or maybe hell, who knew. I somewhat expected to see someone with wings, and maybe holding a scythe as well, standing just behind them.

Again, the reality was not that dramatic. The reality was a huge, human bedroom behind the doors.

Logan's bedroom.

The owner of the said bedroom took slow steps inside and held the door open for me to follow. Gradually, almost timidly, I followed him. Each step I took made that whole thing more real. I swallowed. My eyes dashed to his stylish mahogany king-sized bed, and my heart spiked.

Before I could look any further though, as if he knew it would only increase my nervous breakdown, I was pinned against his now-closed doors. I took in a sharp breath as he dropped his head on my neck, kissing it. My breathing labored, and with my free hand, I raced my fingers through his soft hair if only for the support I needed.

Leisurely, Logan pushed his body to mine, pinning me even more to the door as he continued trailing kisses all over my neck. I rested my head against the door, exposing more of my collar to him. At that point, him being that close and the warmth of his body started to take some of the worries away. It was just the two of us. There. Alone. In the moment. And besides, he promised he would take care of me.

A moan escaped my lips.

He groaned.

He let go of my neck and looked at me. I looked at him. With one hand, he pulled my small waist against him and took slow, steady steps backward. Not breaking his eyes contact not even once as he made us move in sync towards the bed.

I still had the glass of wine on my hand. I decided I needed it now more than ever, so; I chugged it down in one big gulp before I plopped the glass on top of the closest thing I could find, which happened to be his dresser.

Logan sat down on his bed and motioned for me to straddle him.

I did.

I climbed on top of him and sat down on his lap. My hands, on either side of his neck, trembled ever so slightly as we looked at each other.

"Relax." He brushed the strand of my hair away from my neck.

I couldn't. I was in his room, sitting on top of him, ready to do God knows what. How could I relax from that?

His eyes dropped to my lips and back to my eyes before he pulled me closer to him. So close, there was no more space left between us before he moved in and brushed his lips against mine in a feather-light kiss.

The kiss soon turned into an angry one, and I kissed him just as angry. His tongue parted my lips as his hands reached inside my top and behind my back. I arched myself from the tickles his fingers produced.

He caught the back of my bra and unclasped it.

The bra came loose.

"Logan, "I breathed.

"It's okay," he whispered. "Trust me."

He trailed his hands away from my back and slowly pulled my top up and off. Exposing my loose bra.

Almost teasingly, Logan ran his hands on the sides of my arms toward the loose strings of my bra before he tagged them off and out of my body completely.

I was naked.

Bare in front of him.

Logan, God bless him, didn't straight away look at my uncovered breasts like a starved hungry lion. His eyes remained on mine. Deep, dark-green, looking at my dark ones as if waiting for me to get accustomed to the fact I was sitting bare in front of him.

Slowly, so slowly, he lowered his eyes down.

Down...

Down...

Until they landed where he wanted to see. I blushed. My hands and my mind fought between the urge to cover myself or to remain how I was.

He snaked his hands around my bare waist and lowered his lips against my neck. Then he flipped me on top of the bed. My back hit his soft mattress with him hovering on top of me, trailing kisses from my neck to my collarbone.

Down, down he went.

Once his lips caressed my breast, I moaned. He seemed to like the sounds I was making because a small smirk formed on his lips as he watched me while grazing his teeth around my nipple before he changed the tactic completely and used his tongue.

When he completely took my nipple inside his mouth, I lost it.

The amount of ecstasy he was causing me was too much to keep me quiet, so without caring much for anything else than what he was making me feel, I shuddered and let out a loud moan.

His hands moved down to my trousers and fumbled with the button. When he managed to get it loose, he tugged them off of me and sat at the bottom of my legs, admiring my lacey red underwear.

My cheeks heated. Thank God I had on a nice underwear.

For a moment, he bit his lower lip just as the green in his eyes darkened to an alarming shade before he decided to allow his eyes to wander over the rest of my body. With one swift move, he reached up and pulled his own T-shirt off of him.

I took in a sharp breath. He was a beauty, alright. His chest so smooth, his abdomen, I wanted to run my fingers against it, possibly my lips too.

Using all four, eyes on me, he stalked towards me hungrily and lowered himself against me.

Skin on skin.

Bare chest to bare chest.

My legs opened up to allow him more room. He didn't waste it. He propped himself right between them.

I sucked in another breath. I wanted more of him. I threw my hands around him and held him in place as he kissed me.

Without any warning, while still devouring my lips, he thrust his waist forward against my throbbing centre. His erect junk inside his shorts pushed against my vagina, and I whimpered as he moaned. The feeling, the need, the want, at that moment, going all the way didn't seem like a bad idea.

He let go of my mouth and traced his lips down my collarbone.

Down my breasts.

Down my stomach.

And finally, down my bare thigh.

My hands squeezed his bed covers, and my eyes squeezed shut.

A buzz passed through my limbs and settled deep in my groin. Crazy thing happened just then. My clitoris throbbed faster than the beat of the heart, pulse on the verge of combustion.

I was shocked. Utterly amazed and confused at the same time. I didn't know my body could do that.

Logan placed his hands on the band of my underwear and tugged it down my thigh. Getting rid of the last piece of clothing I had left. Without even giving it a thought, my hands in their own volition rushed to cover my now fully exposed stark nakedness.

"Logan, "I called his name again. My voice hardly audible.

"It's okay," he said. "Don't hide from me, Amelia. You are beautiful."

The abundant kisses he trailed along my inner thigh, got my hands reluctantly let go. Slowly, oh, so slowly, Logan's lips crept closer and closer to my most throbbing part.

"Oh, my God, "I whimpered. "Oh, my God."

The anticipation of what was about to happen almost had me pulling my own hair out.

And when it did, I screamed. My eyes rolled behind my head, and my hands couldn't squeeze his bed-sheets hard enough.

My back arched, I was stuck between wanting to run away and wanting his mouth to suck deeper, harder.

His mouth was right at my centre. Sucking my clitoris. My hands let go of the bed-sheet and flew to his head, holding him on either side of his hair.

He didn't stop the assaults. He intensified them.

While his mouth never stopped sucking and licking, his hand drew closer and closer to my vagina until it settled there. Almost like he was testing me, his finger played with my wet folds for a little while before he slowly pushed it inside.

I panted. I moaned. I writhed under him. I couldn't even breathe properly and the weirdest of it all, I liked it. Every-damn-second of it. My lips opened up to try and call his name, but even doing that was hard. I ended up calling only half of his name repeatedly. Over and Over.

He pushed it in and out until pressure started building deep inside me. A tingling sensation shot up my spine. Goosebumps exploded all over my body. My entire back arched. I moaned. I spasmed.

"Logan," I cried. "Logan, Wha...t?"

He picked up the pace with his finger. Without stopping, he moved his body up and caught my plea with his mouth in a ravenous kiss.

"It's okay," he murmured against my lips. "Let go. Let go for me, babe." His magical finger pushing me closer and closer. Urging me to let go.

And, so I did just that.

I screamed as every muscle lower than my belly button surged and let go.

My whole body shook. Needing all the support I needed as I ventured into that new, heavenly side of myself, my hands snaked around his waist, crushing him to me as I cum.

*****

Dang, I need me a glass of cold MacDonald's Cola. That was deep.

Don't forget to vote and comment.

Let's see what happens next.