Still giggling, I grab Logan’s hand and pull him back onto the bed. He comes willingly, kneeling between my open legs, and widening his own legs as far as he can. He holds me under my pelvis and lifts me over him, my weight resting on my upper back. I wrap my legs around his middle and then lock them there by twisting my feet together. He keeps one hand under my lower back, supporting me, while the other one strokes my stomach, moving south with speed. His whole hand slides over my sex, and I arch upwards, pushing myself into him more firmly.

I’m wet, very wet, and Logan uses his palm to spread my lubrication, focussing his attention on my clitoris, making a shiver of satisfaction run through my body, and my legs twitch.

“Logan,” I moan quietly.

He watches his hand, and I watch him. I want to throw my head back, arch my whole body and give in to his beautiful touch, but I can’t; I’m mesmerised by his face, and the erotic excitement that it conveys. His eyes are amorous and completely enchanted by the sight of me, open and waiting for him. He sucks his bottom lip and then his eyes look up into mine and he smiles.

“You look so damn good, baby,” Logan says, the heel of his hand pushing into me more firmly. I shiver and moan again. Then his hand retreats and he takes himself in hand and guides himself to my entrance, as impatient to be inside of me as I am to feel him there.

His movements are slow and measured; he enters me leisurely, closing his eyes to better feel my warmth, letting out that low guttural groan that drives me wild. I can’t keep my legs from shaking as he stimulates me in all the best places.

“Ah!” I whimper.

“You feel so good,” he moans, and then he starts to take me, slowly.

Oh, fuck! He feels exquisite! Each glorious, deep thrust causing us both immeasurable pleasure. I reach my hands as far south as I can, just managing to take ahold of his base with one of them, whilst stroking my overly-sensitive clitoris with the other one. Ah! Logan’s groans grow exponentially louder and he thrusts harder, pushing me closer to heaven each time.

We watch each other. Our mouths are open, issuing continual cries of ecstasy as he speeds up, taking me faster, and then faster still. Our lips are far away from one another’s, yet I feel wholly connected to him. We’ve never watched each other like we are doing now; feeling, sensing, seeing just how much we affect the other. I love it! I love reading the pleasure on his face and then feeling his body act out that pleasure as he hardens even more inside of me.

“Oh, Logan!” I cry. I let my hands fall and grab the duvet beneath me, scrunching it tightly. I’m close, so close!

Logan arches his back, lifting me higher, thrusting deeper. I call out again.

“Ah!” He looks so turned on, so beautiful. A few incredible moments later he orgasms, spilling himself into me while calling out my name. It’s music to my ears. And the feeling of him pulsating inside of me pushes me further…and further…

Abruptly, unexpectedly, Logan jolts his hips forward again and I’m left teetering on the verge. He leaves me here, as I scream silently.

“I love watching you come,” he pants and I hit his tummy, begging him to finish my pleasurable suffering, making him chuckle. Then, too slowly to bear, he moves in me for a final time, and I come magnificently as an actual scream escapes me. My body trembles and drowns in endorphins. I’m out of my mind in pleasure. Holy hell!

“That was amazing,” I pant.

He grins down me. “Well, I do believe I promised you a really good time.”

* * *

In the morning I awake with a start, momentarily forgetting where I am. I relax quickly, a smile on my face, as I replay how I ended up here: Logan picked me up from work, and we went to the airport; I had a minute of panic on the plane until he told about naming a hotel in my honour, which distracted me entirely; I actually cried when I found out that he was taking me to Beaux Rêves; we ate a scrumptious dinner, played a very fun game, and then retreated to our room for a night of exemplary pleasure. I think we fell asleep after our third orgasm, or was it our fourth?

“Mmm,” I mumble happily. I stretch my body, bringing some reprieve to my overused muscles and I spend a long while falling in and out of sleep, reminiscing about how exceptional last night was. When I’m more fully awake, I reach out for Logan next to me, but there’s no one there.

My eyes dart open and I see that his side of the bed is empty. On his pillow is a note; I hastily sit up and read:

Good morning, beautiful. If you wake while I’m gone, I’ll be back soon. Ponder last night…I know I am… ;) I love you x

I grin at his instructions. Ponder? Oh, I’m way ahead of you, Logan.

I fall back on my own pillow and doze a little more, until a sexy and fun idea races into my mind. Suddenly feeling full of energy, I dart out of bed and walk naked over to the desk that is in full sight of the front door.

Pulling out one of the two chairs, the one that faces the door, I take a seat, cross my legs and rest my hands on my knee, inadvertently pushing my breasts together to form quite the cleavage. I sit with an amused grin on my face. This is how I’ll greet my gorgeous boyfriend this morning, I decide.

Hmm, this’ll look better if I’m wearing high heels. It also might be more appealing if my body were fresh, I think, feeling rather sticky. Quickly I retrieve the highest pair of heels that I’ve brought with me and I run back to the chair, dumping them on top, before running into the bathroom to take the fastest shower of my life, all the while hoping that Logan doesn’t arrive back before I’ve had time to dry off and get back into position.

Fortunately whatever he’s doing gives me the five minutes I need to get clean and seated in the chair once more, this time lying my towel down first and sitting on top of it. It’s the cleanlier thing to do, Gem. I put my heels on and get into position just in time. Outside of the door I can hear Logan’s voice.

Why is he talking to himself, I wonder. I blanch when I realise…he’s not!

Shit!

Fuck!

Shit!

I hear another, unfamiliar voice outside of the door, and then the sound of the keycard in the slot. It beeps, and I swear out loud. Just as the door handle begins to turn, I stand, stark naked, kick off my heels (I can’t move as quick as I need to in them) and sprint for the bathroom. I know the front door is open by the time I reach my safety zone; I just hope that I haven’t been sprung!

I slam the door behind me, immediately spotting a fluffy, white bathrobe hanging on the back of it. Oh, Gemima, this could only happen to you!

Swiftly, I pull on the robe and then I bang my head against the door. That was supposed to be sexy, dammit! Taking a deep, calming breath, I open the door to face the music. Please don’t have seen me, I beg internally.

Outside of the door I am face to face with Logan. He’s staring at me with large eyes. He looks more concerned than amused, making me think that he didn’t see my naked dart. He’s fully dressed; something I make plans to rectify as soon as we’re alone. Behind him an employee of the hotel is setting up the table I was sitting at for a romantic breakfast. Sweet, Logan!

Logan looks quizzically over his own shoulder at the waiter. Then back at me. He’s confused, but manages to look utterly ravishing doing so.

“Good morning,” I say casually. I reach up to kiss his lips.

Instinctively his hands take ahold of mine; I smile at this natural movement of his.

“Uh, good morning… Is everything, OK?” he asks tentatively.