Surviving Him (9 page)

He strokes his smooth large hands up and down my arms, moving them slowly and gently over my stomach. I can feel my core tightening and the craving for him building with every soft touch.

I feel his hips against my behind, his length hardening against me, and I can’t wait any longer. I turn towards him to look into his handsome wet face. His eyes are bright and sparkling. His fiery gaze searches my eyes, for what, I’m not sure.

He lifts a hand to my chin, tilting my head up to gently kiss my lips, then takes my mouth with his as if to consume me, his tongue stroking mine. My core tightens, as the desire for his length inside me grows stronger.

His mouth moves slowly down my neck, pulling my body into his. His soft lips trail down my body, licking the water from my breasts, my belly, and my hips before he reaches the place where I am most needy for him. He then grabs the backs of my thighs and pulls me into his mouth and begins expertly licking at my clit.

I slide my hand through his soaking wet hair, and grasp aimlessly in search of something, anything to stop myself from falling; my knees are already weak and beginning to shake. I release the moan that crawls up from my throat and escapes from my lips.

As he stands and meets my gaze, my hunger reflected in his expression, he reaches for me, pulling me up into his arms. I wrap my arms around his slippery, beautiful neck as his fingers bite into the backs of my thighs. He guides me home as I wrap my legs around him, locking myself to him, grinding down on him, shamelessly fucking him, sliding up and down his length.

After a few minutes of frenzied fucking, he loses his footing and ends up sliding down the wet tiles until he is flat on his back on the bottom of the shower. I am still on top as the water cascades down on us... I moan in pure pleasure. I feel his length still deep inside, stretching me. We are still connected, and after a moment have to adjust to our sudden change of position. He begins thrusting into me from below...

“Oh my god, Logan.”

I am back up against the wet, slippery wall. He lifts one of my legs up and rests my foot along the side of the bath. He bends down, slipping his tongue inside me and circling my clit, letting a deep feral groan escape from his lips.

“Hold on baby, don’t let go yet.”

I need to let go. I don’t think I can hold on much longer. He stands up and I wrap my arms around his stunningly masculine biceps, trying to pull me up from the bottom of the bath. I devour his mouth, stroking my tongue with his.

My legs are shaking as he slips his fingers up inside me, expertly rubbing in and out, circling my clit in unison.

My orgasm is building again, but every time I nearly reach a climax he stops and teases my nipples with his tongue, cupping and pulling at my breasts.

I need to let go. I can’t stand it any longer. Logan slams into me, in and out, deep inside me, my core tightening again. I tighten around his thick cock. I can hardly keep myself from falling as my orgasm grows stronger.

He fucks me harder, and harder, his own orgasm building, both of us entwined in each other not wanting it to end, but wanting and needing to come hard. He fucks me deeper, faster, harder.

I let go with a sharp breath in, and I moan with the pleasurable sensations. I explode around his hard cock, trying to hold myself up.

Logan pulls me in closer, wrapping his huge forearm around my waist to stop my fall.

“Oh fuck, Logan.”

That deep, low groaning sound coming from his throat as he smiles at me, sounds so sexy. Turning me on more as he fucks me deep and fast then slowing again. Both of us hot and sweaty, my face is flushed, my breathing altering as my heart rate pumps wildly in my chest.

I am pinned against the tiles. With one strong hand, Logan pulls my chin up, bites my bottom lip between his teeth, releases it slowly and kisses me. With his other hand around my back he lifts me up in the air, slipping slightly as he moves. I wrap my legs tightly around his back, and with a deep moan, he explodes into me, groaning, “Babe, I love you.”

He breathes onto my skin. Just the sound of his deep voice, the deep groan he makes from his orgasm, and those little words make me come again.

While recovering from that awesome session, I grab the shower gel and rub it over Logan’s back, his arms, and his most impressive chest. He turns and does the same for me, rubbing the lather of the gel over my breasts, taking his time on my nipples.

When he steps out to dry off, he wraps his towel around his waist while I rinse off. As I step out of the shower, he wraps a towel around me.

Lying here sated on the bed, our limbs intertwined, he whispers in my ear, “I Love you, Dana. I’ve missed you so much.” He kisses me on the temple as his arms tighten around me in a protective hold. I look up at his beautiful face and whisper, “I love you more.”

I sat at the breakfast bar listening to Passenger coming from the sound system with the volume low, while Logan is getting his clothes on.

“I love this song, what a brilliant voice he’s got.”

We both have similar tastes in music, ranging from hip-hop, dance, rock, all kinds of stuff.

“Yeah, he’s pretty awesome.”

Logan pours us both a vodka.

“I really miss this, Logan, just sitting here, chilling with you.”

He is dressed in boxer briefs and a tee. He hates pyjamas, he always sleeps either naked or in his boxers. His hair is still slightly wet as he sits with bare feet, still looking ridiculously hot. He rounds the breakfast bar, puts his strong arms around my waist and hugs me to him.

“Babe, it kills me sometimes, too. We will find a way to be together again. Don’t stress, Dana. Enjoy the time we have together now. I know we haven’t seen each other in six months. It’s been soul destroying, but we will work this out, I promise you that.”

“I won’t stress, Logan.”

I lie as he kisses the bare skin at my neck.

“Let’s go to bed.”

I reach my hand down to his taking it he tries to lead me to the bedroom. His eyes are so filled with love, I can feel the fiery passion burning into every inch of me. With a slight grin on his lips, he totally knows I just lied.

“Babe, you want to take me to bed?”

He’s in a playful mood, as he chases me around the breakfast bar, trying to pull off my towel.

“No, don’t you dare!”

I run, screaming. He pulls the towel off and throws it across the kitchen floor. I gasp and stand staring at the towel, with my jaw on the floor.

I try to run, but fail because I’m laughing so hard. “Logan… No… Don’t tickle me… Logan!” I screech at him, but there is no chance I’m getting away from his fit, powerful and fast body. I laugh so much I get a stitch and my ribs start to hurt.

He wraps his arms around my waist, his hands at my belly button. Standing behind me, he trails light, wet kisses along the back of my neck.

His tongue sends an electric pulse all the way down to my tummy, making it burn with passion and desire.

“I will marry you one day Miss. Dana Taylor. Mrs Dana Stewart. It has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?”

“Wow. Where did that come from?”

There is nothing I want more than to be his wee wife. But everything seems to be so far out of reach, it’s just not
possible
to even think about it.

“One day, we will be free to do as we please. It won’t always be like this, I have to hold onto that hope,” I say, gazing into his eyes, warm and lazy with exhaustion and contentment.

“Mrs Dana Stewart. Sounds like a dream come true.”

I take his big warm hand in mine and Logan’s eyes flutter half way shut, a lopsided smile appearing at the corner of his lips, a look that completely warms my heart. I feel in this moment, that this is the place I’m supposed to be more than any other. So why is it so impossible for us to be together as the family we are?

I reach up and cup the face of this man I love so dearly and kiss his lips.

“Then we can do whatever we want.”

I let out a long sigh and I lock my eyes with his, feeling sorrow and agony at the thought of losing my Logan.

As if seeing my emotions right down to my soul, he kisses me back, soft and slow: intense, luscious kisses like we will never kiss again. I feel a burning sensation in my throat, and the tears start to fall.

He continues to kiss me. Lifting his hand, he wipes away the tears with his thumb as he cups my face.

“Hey. Talk to me, baby. You look like you just lost a tenner and found a penny.”

I take in a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady my voice.

“I’m sorry. I just hate the girls and I not being here with you, having to live this way, always running, always looking over our shoulders.”

I kiss his neck and bury my face into his warm skin. I trail kisses slowly down his chest and circle my tongue around his nipple. I move down, tickling the ridges of his taut stomach, passing his belly button, slowly making my way down his happy trail, eliciting a groan from him as shivers run through his body. I release his thick length from the confines of his shorts and take him in my mouth, stroking the sensitive underside of the tip with my tongue.

I relish every last inch of his perfect, thick cock, sucking him all the way to the back of my throat, feeling him grow harder with every stroke of my tongue. I look up into his eyes; they are scorching with pleasure.

He keeps saying my name as I tease him with my tongue.

“Dana. Fuck Dana. What do you do to me, babe? Don’t let me lose it. I want to fuck you hard.”

He jerks and shifts as his body races toward orgasm.

I suck him deep and slow until he can’t take it anymore. He lifts me up, swiping the counter clear and bends me over the breakfast bar. He wastes no time slipping his thick cock inside me. His thrusts are deep and slow, rocking me in the most delicious rhythm, diving deeper, and he has me crying out my pleasure in no time.

Logan explodes inside me and rests his body on top of mine. He kisses my neck, still inside me, still hard, and continues moving in and out.

“I want you to come.”

“I want me to come too.”

I gasp, only able to see the inside of my eyelids.

He fucks me hard, keeping his slow deep rhythm, creating friction in all the right places, pushing me toward orgasm until I am unable to hold on any longer.

“Logan, don’t let me lose it, not yet… please.”

I want this moment to last forever, but after a few more thrusts I couldn’t hold on any longer and I explode around his cock like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.

Completely exhausted from my day, we curl up in Logan’s bed. I cuddle into his hard, warm body, our legs entwined together, and my head on his chest.

My thoughts drift to Manchester.

“I will have to remember to call my mum and the girls in the refuge in the morning so they don’t worry about us.”

“I will remind you to get in touch with them in the morning. Don’t worry. You need to try and switch off, baby, and get some rest.”

I’ve never been any good at switching off. My mind has always worked in overdrive, always thinking ahead about every possible situation, always safety first, always standing on the edge of my own hell, imprisoned in my mind, body and soul. Watching and waiting for something to happen. Feeling it in my bones, it’s always there, haunting my mind,
never setting me free.

I feel so tired, drifting off into a deep sleep, the fear and anxiety ripping my heart in to a million tiny pieces; every blow to my face and body, stinging my skin, trying to protect my already bruised face with my arms.

“Please stop. Don’t do this. Please.”

The memories flash in my mind.

The blows kept on coming, even when I begged him to stop his large hands haunting me, even in my dreams. His black boots came towards my stomach, leaving footprints, marking me like a farmer would his cattle, owning me.

“Dana. Dana wake up, babe. Dana, you’re dreaming, you’re just dreaming, you’re safe. Wake up, girl.”

When I wake, I can’t shake off the fear in my heart, and the tears start to flow.

“You’re ok. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Shhhh, you’re okay, baby. We’re safe here, see? It’s just us, just you and me. I’ve got you, Dana. I’m never letting you go. Go back to sleep.”

He lays back down and pulls me to him, tucking me into his side, and kisses the top of my head, running his fingers soothingly along the skin on my arm. I hold onto Logan like my life depends on it, waiting for my heart rate to calm before finally drifting off again into an exhausted sleep.