Author's notes:
Today is a big day in my life. SuperSillyStories has her birthday! Of course I had to make a little gift for her, cause, you know, she's awesome, amazing, talented, beautiful and a superfriend. So, yeah, here it is!
Happy Birthday, Amanda! I love you, girl! You rock!
Love,
Emy
"Wake up, baby." Logan purrs quietly by her ear.
"Noooo…" Amanda puts her pillow on her head, turning on her belly, as she stubbornly clings onto her dream world.
"Amanda… wake up…" Logan tries again, gently, pulling at the sheet covering her body.
Amanda grunts holding onto her sheet and her pillow.
"Baby, if you don't wake up I'll tickle you." Logan warns, a little amusement in his voice as he's half praying he'll end up putting it into action. Amanda grunts again and Logan sighs. "Fine. As you wish." Logan wiggles his fingers as if she'd actually be able to see him. He catches himself and smirks as he brings his fingers down onto Amanda's ribs almost like playing a piano.
Amanda squeals. "Leave me alone, Mitchell, I wanna sleep!"
"Nope." Logan pops his P and saddles Amanda's ass and begins "playing the piano" again on her rib cage. Amanda squeals again, her feet moving on their own as she begins to giggle unwillingly. "I love that sound too much." Logan whispers in her neck causing goose bumps to appear on her perfect skin. He doesn't ease up on his tickling.
"Loooogaaaaan…" Amanda whines breathlessly, bucking her ass up into Logan's crotch causing a little bit of delicious friction for both parties. And just like that the annoying tickling isn't annoying anymore, but arousing. Every one of Logan's movements sens sparks though Amanda's blood stream.
Logan doesn't sense the change in his girlfriend. He keeps tickling her until a small moan escapes her lips. A small moan that goes right to his crotch, adding to Amanda's bucking. He gasps for a second when he finally understands what's happening thus giving Amanda enough time to completely turn on her back, under him, taking her sheet with her, exposing he naked chest to him. Logan can't take his eyes off her beautiful chest heaving heavily.
"Logan…" Amanda says again, her voice a little deeper. Logan's eyes snap to hers acknowledging the lust clouding them. He gulps a little. Her reaction is unexpected, to say the least, but not at all unwelcome or unwanted. A smirk plays at his lips for a half second before his fingers playfully connect to Amanda's ribs again - one hand over the thin material of the sheet one over her delicious white skin.
Amanda doesn't giggle anymore, instead she bites her lower lip and Logan can't stop himself from kissing her lips in what he intends to be a gentle, loving kiss. His intentions, however, remain just that as Amanda immediately opens herself up to him, her hands cupping the back of his head, pulling at his short soft locks, drawing out a moan and causing Logan's blood to turn to lava. Pure lava as his fingers ghost over Amanda's nipples, teasing them, causing them to harden painfully, deliciously.
When air becomes a desperate necessity Logan pulls apart, panting. Amanda bites his lower lip and pulls him right back down, bucking up into him. Logan's hands fully cup her naked breasts kneading softly in complete contrast to the way his tongue is assaulting her mouth. Amanda moans and lets go of him placing her hands over her head, giving herself to her boyfriend willingly, completely.
Logan growls felling her willingness. He stands off her and off the bed, rips the sheet off the bed and his clothes, while he's standing. He watches Amanda look at him through half lidded eyes, licking her lips. "Spread." Logan orders.
Amanda obeys, opening her legs. Logan coos a quiet "good girl" and crawls in between her legs, pushing two fingers inside her past her tiny black thong.
"Wet already… Mmmm…" Logan lets out, leaning in over his beloved, supporting his weight on his elbow and kissing her again, his finger moving lightly inside of her.
Amanda gasps and bucks up onto Logan's fingers quietly asking for more, but Logan denies her, taking his fingers out of her. Amanda watches closely as Logan's lips wrap around his own digits, his eyes closing as he's tasting her on them. The image causes more fire to flow thorough her veins and her teeth sink into the kiss swollen flesh of her own bottom lip.
"You taste so good." Logan whispers.
"I know." Amanda shrugs cockily.
Logan smirks. "Do you now…?" He asks keeping his face but an inch from Amanda's. Amanda nods. She keeps their eye connection, trying to defy Logan, but feels his fingers shoved back inside of her and his manhood pressed against her lower abdomen at the same time. The feeling is rather intense as she can see Logan's desire in his chocolate like eyes. She unwillingly bucks up into her boyfriend, her eyes drifting closed under Logan's slow rhythm.
Logan smirks in Amanda's neck where he's leaving a little purple mark for the world to see she has an owner, a devious plan already formed in his mind. He works Amanda up from the inside out, slowly. The little bit of friction he's getting from grinding into her being more than enough to keep "Logie" up while his brain decides what to do first. When Amanda releases a mewl he instinctively knows she's close. An impish grin graces his face as he's pulling his fingers back out.
Amanda growls deep in disapproval her eyes opening only to shoot daggers at her boyfriend. She opens her mouth to ask why but before a single sound can even leave her lips Logan puts his fingers in between her lips making her taste herself. Amazingly enough the gesture only serves to arouse Amanda more, watching Logan's every reaction as she licks his fingers clean like a pro.
"Fuck!" Logan grunts, shifting his weight to give both "Logie" and Amanda what they crave. He sheaths himself to the balls inside Amanda the same second his lips connect to hers, his tongue taking over her mouth.
Amanda moans quietly, wrapping her legs around his waist, bucking up into him, but keeping her hands above her head. Logan drives into her full force driving her over the edge with ease, milking her orgasm for everything its worth and pushing her further than ever before.
Amanda's body quivers and trembles under Logan's. Her fingers clench onto the top of the pillow. Her toes curl. Her vision is filled with colors and her heart races faster and faster as she's climbing higher to the heavens with every one of Logan's sharp, deep, fast thrusts. Logan drinks in every one of her sounds, his tongue stopping her air intake, stopping her from screaming at the top of lungs. She wants to plead with him to go faster. She wants to plead for him to stop. But her brain has forgotten how to work and the only sounds leaving her are moans and more moans. It feels like her lack of control is driving Logan further, faster, deeper. Then a shattering wave of pleasure takes over her body and Amanda's back arches off the mattress painfully, almost snapping in half, taking Logan with her.
The new position causes Amanda's walls to squeeze Logan even harder, as if she wasn't tight enough to begin with. A vice grip can not come close to what Logan is feeling right now. His arms go under Amanda's back to keep her in the painful position, his hips gaining new momentum for a short while before he's spilling everything he's got deep inside his love.
"Panda…" Logan whispers, biting down on her neck to keep from screaming. He can feel Amanda shake like a leaf in the wind under him, with him.
With one last hard snap of his hips Logan falls on top of Amanda. Exhausted. Sweaty. Sated. Happy. In love.
Amanda welcomes the stillness, fighting to catch her breath under Logan's body weight. She brings her hands down from above her head, wrapping one around Logan's torso, the other caressing his damp hair, kissing his forehead, content to stay like that for all eternity.
"Morning." She whispers when her brain has finally remembered how to form words.
"Morning, baby. Happy 19th birthday." Logan whispers, too tired to lift his head.
Amanda giggles under him. "If the whole day is going to be like this, then my birthday will most certainly be happy."
"Ok." Logan lets out, rolling off her, pulling her into his chest. "Then it's a plan. We'll spend the day in bed, making love over and over again and tonight we'll meet your family and let them feed you and come back to end the day in bed again." Logan smiles widely.
Amanda rests her chin on her hand, over Logan's heart, a smile tugging at her lips. "So… how long does it take for "Logie" to recover, again?" She asks slyly, flicking her thumb over Logan's nipple, under her chin.