Chapter 20
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings, music, or movies mentioned.
AN: Oh my god I'm a horrible person. I can't believe this took me so long to get up, I'm so, so sorry. But here we are the week of Thanksgiving and I give you the Thanksgiving chapter, pretty convenient right? I think I'm going to be jumping from holiday to holiday from here with a few filler chapters in there too so get excited for Christmas and New Year's chapters, not to mention Valentines Day! Enjoy!
Monday, November 19th
"I still don't understand why they can't come with us," Finn whined.
"You know why they're not coming with us Finn, we've explained it plenty of times," Steph said, rolling her eyes.
"But they're our best friends, it won't be the same," he said.
"Aw Finn, I promise we'll see you when we all get back, and we're spending Christmas together," Rory reminded him.
"You asked her?" Finn gasped, his mood brightening.
"I did," Logan chuckled from behind Rory where he stood with his arms wrapped around her waist.
"But thanksgiving is still important! It's a day to watch football and drink Wild Turkey, just like the Pilgrims did," he said.
"How the hell did you get into Yale?" Elle asked, slipping her coat on and grabbing her scarf.
"Slept with the recruiter," he smirked.
"His daddy bought Yale a new library, one Finn has never set foot in by the way," Steph said.
"I've been," Colin shrugged. "It's nice."
"And what did your dad buy Colin?" Rory laughed.
"Excuse you, I got a 1570 on my SAT," he said defensively. At her raised eyebrow he sighed and said, "The Law college."
"Logan here was in such bad shape, his daddy had to buy another Business wing and the Journalism college," Steph said.
"Wow, you really were a slacker," Rory said, shaking her head and looking up at Logan.
"Well I didn't have my Ace there to make me work harder, now did I?" he teased her, kissing her cheek.
"Mm, I suppose not," she said, rolling her eyes.
"He has a point, I don't think Mitchum's ever been happier with his grades and participation," Steph said, picking up her suitcase for a brief second before Colin took it.
"How the hell do you know?" Logan asked.
"I'm friends with your sister," Steph said.
"Yeah, I've never liked that," he reminded her.
"Too bad, we'll be roping little Mrs. into our group soon enough," Steph laughed.
"You're not funny," Logan deadpanned.
"I am, but that's beside the point, this isn't a joke," Steph said.
"Colin?" Logan asked, looking at him.
"I wish I knew," he shrugged.
"Well find the fuck out," Logan said.
"Don't I have a say?" Rory asked.
"Yes," Logan said as the same time Steph said, "No."
"And why not?" Rory asked Stephanie.
"Because you love me, and you'll love Honor, why wouldn't we all be friends?" she said.
"Fair," Rory said.
"Ok kiddos, we'll see you in a week," Elle said.
"Kiddos? I'm older than you," Logan said.
"Bye!" she said, opening the door and stepping out into the cold with her suitcase. The rest of the group followed in tow, dressed in their bulky coats as they rolled their suitcases behind them. Rory and Logan walked out with them and waved them off once everyone was loaded in the SUV and Colin pulled out of the parking lot.
Rory sighed when they lost sight of the car and nuzzled her head into Logan's neck. "Finally alone," he said.
"Finally," she giggled.
"I don't quite know how to handle the lack of responsibility here. No drunk Finn to take care of, no Juliet to ward off, no Steph to make us keep the PDA to a minimum."
"I know what you mean," she nodded. "It's kind of nice though."
"Oh it's really nice," he laughed. It was more than nice. Having Rory to himself for the next week would be amazing. "Come on, let's get you back inside, you're shivering."
"Hm, what would I do without my overprotective boyfriend?" she said.
"Get frostbite," he said.
"You're not funny," she said, repeating his line from earlier.
"No, but I'm stronger than you so…"
"What?" she asked, confused. She only had a split second to process what was happening and no time to react before he had lifted her into his arms and started carrying her back to the dorm. "Touché," she sighed, accepting her defeat. Laughing, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
Finally, the reservations had been made. Their bags were packed. Their friends were on their way to New York. Her parents were in France. His parents were in Tuscany. They were all alone and more than ready to be leaving for the Dragonfly inn tomorrow morning. Logan was ready and equipped with chocolate, rose petals, candles, the works. And Rory was ready and equipped with silky lingerie to wear, for him and for her really, after all who didn't want to feel sexy when they had sex for the first time.
Everything was going perfectly according to plan until they came back inside and got the Tv set up with "It's Thanksgiving Charlie Brown". The moment Rory looked up at him from her spot in his lap as they watched and whispered, "I smell snow", he should have known what was coming.
"You smell snow?" he smirked.
"Mhm," she nodded. "It's coming, I know it."
"Well sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but it's not supposed to snow until next Saturday," he said.
"No, I know it's coming," she said, resting her head back on his chest and turning her attention back to the movie. "You didn't really strike me as a Charlie Brown lover."
"I didn't?" he smirked.
"Nope, I still can't really see it," she said.
"You're looking at it right now," he said, gently pinching her side.
"And I'm shocked by it," she said, ruffling his hair.
"Well, Honor got me really into it when we were little," he said.
"Really?" she asked.
"Mhm," he nodded. "As long as I can remember we've watched the Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas ones. Right before each respective holiday."
"That's sweet," she said, nuzzling his neck. "I know Steph was joking earlier, but I really do want to meet Honor."
"I know, and she's dying to meet you too," he said. "And I really want you to meet."
"Really? I thought you were afraid of the stories we would trade."
"My sister is the second most important person in my life, I definitely want you to meet her," he said. "Stories be damned."
"Who's the first? Your grandpa?" she asked, knowingly. "Because I'm really excited to meet him too."
"No, he's not. He's probably the third and close to second, but no he's not the most important person in my life Ace," he said, smiling at her. "And yeah, I'm excited for you to meet him too, he really is going to love you."
"Ok, now I'm curious. Who is the most important person in young Huntzberger's life?" She giggled when he leaned in close like he was telling her a secret and rested her forehead against his.
"I think you already know the answer to that one Ace," he whispered, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"Do I?" she asked softly, hiding her face in his chest once more.
"Yeah you do," he said, kissing her temple. He pulled their blanket up higher to bundle her up in it and that was the end of it. They finished the movie and he carried her to bed just like he did most nights they watched a movie. He changed her into his sweats and put on his own pajama pants before sliding into bed next to her and pulling her close to him under the covers.
He woke up a few hours later to little butterfly kisses all over his bare chest and shoulders. He smiled, despite the early hour, and wrapped his arms around her. "What are you doing Ace?" he chuckled.
"I have bad news," she whispered, resting her chin on his chest to look up at him.
"Bad news? What kind of bad news?" he asked.
"It's snowing," she said. "Look." She turned her head towards his window and so did he. It was dark out, but in the glow of the street lamp he could see the tiny white flakes falling from the sky.
"Well I'll be damned," he said.
"I told you," she giggled.
"You told me," he agreed. She tucked her head under his chin and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Ace why is this bad?"
"Well for one, you were wrong, but the snow isn't the bad part," she said.
"What's the bad part?"
"All the roads and bridges are closed until further notice," she sighed. "Which means…"
"Which means we can't get to Stars Hallow," he sighed.
"Pretty much," she said. "The guys called me, they made it to New York just fine and they're all settled."
"Well that's good," he said. "Do they know how long the roads will be closed?"
"I'm not sure, I only had the tv on long enough to find out it hit New York too," she said.
"I'm sorry Ace," he said.
"Sorry? What are you sorry for?"
"This is my fault, if we had just left this morning like you suggested instead of waiting-,"
"Logan, you couldn't have known this was going to happen, this isn't your fault," she said, running her hand through his hair and brushing it back.
"This could have been avoided," he said.
"Maybe, but you were right, we should have spent the day with our friends like we did," she said.
"I guess," he said. He still felt this was his fault, but she did have a point.
"Don't blame yourself, it's not even that big of a deal, we'll just go when the roads clear up, ok?" she said.
"Ok," he said, his mood lightening as she nuzzled his nose with hers. She moved her head back to his chest, turning towards the window to watch the snow fall.
"Everything is magical when it snows," she said.
"I agree," he chuckled.
"Elle and I used to make hot chocolate and walk around when it snowed for the first time. It was a pretty big deal."
"Was?" he asked.
"Yeah, when she started her Junior year she told me it was stupid, and she didn't have time for that anymore. I asked my mom to go with me instead, but she went back inside after 2 minutes."
"When was the last time you actually walked in the snow?" he asked.
"Uh, about 2 years ago," she said. "Elle was right though, it was kind of stupid. It's cold and the snow is wet."
"Well that's bullshit," he said.
"Yeah I know, and I don't do it anymore," she assured him though she felt a tightness in her stomach having to admit how dumb one of her favorite things was. She truly loved those moments with Elle but nothing lasts forever right?
"No, Rory, that's not stupid. Walking around in the first snow? I love that you love that and who cares if it's cold?" Sometimes her family really got to him, they didn't appreciate her enough and she sure as hell didn't deserve that.
"I guess," she sighed.
"Elle had no business telling you something like that, it is by no means stupid," he told her.
"Yeah, but-,"
"Ok, come on," he said, sitting up with her on top of him.
"What are you doing?" she asked, grabbing onto him tightly as she was forced to sit up with him.
"I'm going to get a sweatshirt and get you my winter boots and then we are going to go outside and walk in the snow," he said.
"Logan, you don't have to do that," she said, adjusting herself to wrap her legs around his waist.
"Nope, we're doing this," he said, holding her waist and pecking her on the lips.
"Logan," she started as he moved her onto the bed, so he could stand up. Of course as soon as she got comfortable, he moves again.
"This is important to you. You know what that means?"
"No, but I bet you're about to tell me what that means," she said.
"It means that it's important to me too. So we're going to go walk in the snow," he said.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"I'm positive," he said, leaning down to kiss the top of head before going into his closet and grabbing the clothes for them. He pulled on his sweatshirt and slipped on sneakers before helping her into the boots which were way too big on her. He had expected that, but they both knew they would keep her warm.
He grabbed her hands and pulled her up from the bed, right up against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him several quick kisses on the lips, teasing him by pulling back whenever he leaned in to kiss her. She couldn't help but giggle when he held her tight and dipped her down slightly to kiss her, ensuring that she couldn't pull away this time.
"Come on," he laughed, pulling her back up and leading her out into the common room and then outside to the hallway. Once they made it outside the building, they stopped in the doorway. She took a second to breath in the fresh snowy air. Like rain, snow gave the air a certain smell and feel. But unlike rain, which came with lightning and kind of scared her, the snow made her feel happy and giddy.
She held tight to Logan's sweatshirt clad arm as they walked out into the freshly fallen snow. He led her all the way to the end of the walkway outside the building before stopping once again. Moving his arm out of her hold, he instead wrapped it around her and pulled her as close as possible. She in turn held on to his waist tightly much like she had been doing in their bed.
"Sweetheart what aren't you telling me?" she asked him softly. The question took him by surprised. He didn't think he was hiding anything from her.
"What do you mean Ace?" he asked.
"I don't know, maybe it's all in my head, but…"
"What?"
"It just seems like your putting off the whole sex thing a little too much. I know you want it to be special but there have been so many opportunities and instead you wanted to wait almost a month after I told you I was ready," she said hesitantly. She didn't want him to think she was accusing him of anything, far from it. She just wanted him to talk to her.
"I mean I guess I did, I don't know why," he said.
"Are you nervous?" she asked.
"I want to say no," he sighed. "But yeah, I am a little nervous. It's different, you know. This means something, you mean something, and I don't want to screw it up."
"Baby you won't screw anything up," she said, looking up at him. He didn't look back at her, he didn't meet her eyes, so she looked back out at the snow. She really didn't know what to say to make him feel better about this, other than letting him know how much he meant to her.
Rory wasn't pushing him, so he kept his attention on the scenery in front of them. He could see why she loved this so much. The first snow was incredible. The ground wasn't yet black, and the snow fell so softly, some of it dusting the trees instead of the ground. He also couldn't imagine how someone wouldn't like it. Elle was out of her mind for missing something like this. He had never seen anything so beautiful.
Well… that's not quite true. He felt Rory shiver in his arms and rubbed her back to keep her warm. She buried her head in his chest just enough to be comfortable but also still watch the snow. While the snow was beautiful, he can honestly say he would rather stand here all night watching her instead. Her nose red from the cold and those bright blue eyes sparkling as they watched each and every little snowflake fall. He also couldn't hold back his smile looking at his girl in his sweats, her tiny frame tucked comfortably in his. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
If there was ever a perfect moment, this was it. If those moments even existed, thiswas it. A little snowflake landed on her nose, she scrunched it up and looked up at him, giggling, probably in an attempt to lighten his mood which she had already unknowingly done. Leaning down to her, he kissed it off her perfect skin before resting his forehead on hers.
"Rory," he whispered.
"Mhm," she murmured, staring into his handsome brown eyes.
"I love you," he told her softly.
"What?" she breathed out, her eyes wide.
"I'm in love with you," he said, his lips curling up.
"You're what?" she asked again.
"You heard me," he chuckled.
"But I-," she stuttered. "You love me?"
"Of course I do sweet girl," he said, nuzzling her nose. She smiled at him, actually she grinned at him and he knew what was coming. At least he hoped he knew what was coming.
"I love you too," she whispered.
"Thank God," he sighed, earning him a giggle before he captured her cold lips in his. He ran his hand up her body to cup to her face and really kiss her. His tongue swept her mouth, not bothering with seeking any sort of permission like he usually did. It didn't last long as Rory simply couldn't stop smiling. Instead he pressed little butterfly kisses all over her cheeks, nose, and forehead.
Rory's grin was infectious and suddenly he couldn't stop smiling either. "Say it again," he requested.
"I love you Logan Huntzberger," she said, pecking him on the lips. "I love you so much."
"God, I love you Ace," he said, smashing his lips into hers. She moved her arms up to his neck and as soon as he felt her do it, he lifted her off the ground and twirled her around. Her squeals and laughter in his ear made him never want to put her down. And he didn't for a while, she wrapped her legs around his waist and they held tight to each other, right there in the snow.
"I told you magical things happen when it snows," she said, nuzzling his nose much like he had done to her.
"I promise I'll never doubt the snow," he chuckled.
"Mm, you better not mister," she said.
"Here," he said, sliding one hand to her ass for better support and bring the other up to offer her his pinky. "I, Logan Huntzberger, swear to never doubt the magical powers of the snow."
"More than acceptable," she laughed, locking her pinky with his and playfully pulling him toward her by it to kiss him.
"See, this is what I'm talking about," he said, giving her a bittersweet smile. "I'm so incredibly in love with you, I can't imagine losing you. I can't help but be nervous."
"Well I'm nervous too," she said, understandingly.
"You are?" he asked.
"Of course, how can I not be? I mean you have so much to compare it to and I don't want to let you down. I love you, I want to be enough for you," she explained, running her thumb over his blonde stubble.
"You don't ever have to worry about that baby," he assured her. "You are more than enough for me, you are everything to me. And simply based on what we've done so far, I can promise you, you will not let me down."
"Then show me," she said, her eyes fluttering closed.
"What?"
"Show me. Show me how much you love me, now. Forget the inn, we'll get there eventually. Just take me back your room and show me how much you love me Logan," she said.
He knew what he wanted, he knew what she wanted. It may not have been what he planned but this night had been pretty damn perfect anyway. And standing here holding her in his arms, there was no way he could say no to her, not this time. "Ok," he said.
"Really?" she asked, her eyes popping open.
"Really," he chuckled.
She didn't even answer him, she just planted her lips right on his and kissed the life out of him. Logan broke the kiss and started on his way back to the dorm, not even thinking to put her down, letting go of her wasn't an option.
He practically bursts through the door when he reaches it and carries her straight to the bedroom. Almost exactly like their first night together, he sets her on her feet in front of him and takes his time undressing her. They're almost completely divulged of all their clothes and the whole process it slowed down by his fingers on her thighs, hers under his shirt; her fingernails scratching the sexy trail of hair down his lower abdomen once his shirt is off. He groaned, low in his throat, and her body responded; her sex clenching deliciously in anticipation. Her core is almost throbbing by now, swollen, eager, craving the feel of him inside her so much.
He strips her down to just her underwear and lays her down on the bed. The look in his eyes tells her that he's going to take his sweet time, and it's confirmed by his voice as he plants kisses along her jawline. "I'm going to go slow. I think you know you might not have an orgasm the first time so I'm going to make sure you come first."
"Oh god," she sighed.
His hand glides up to her sex, his thumb skimming her lace covered folds. Her body trembles and convulses from his intense touch. "You're so wet, baby," he whispered in her ear. He pushes his thumb under the lace and strokes her folds. He then presses down on her sensitive bundle of nerves, circling slowly, lazily. "I can't wait to bury myself in you."
"Logan," her voice catches in her throat, his name a whisper.
"You." He kisses her lips softly. "Are," another kiss; his thumb never breaking its connection with her throbbing core, "so beautiful."
"I love you," she pants, running her nails down his back.
"Is this what you want, baby? You want me to make love to you?" Gently he slides two fingers deep inside of her. "Tell me what you want Ace."
"You," she cries. "I want all of you, hurt Logan, angry and confused Logan, sad Logan, happy Logan, in-love Logan... I want to feel you inside me... I need you to take the ache away."
"I love you so much Ace," he sighed, kissing her deeply and sliding his fingers out of her. He uses his now free hand to unclasp her bra and with her help, get it off her body and onto the floor. His eyes drop to her now naked breasts and his mouth twitches. "You are perfect." She closes her eyes, letting his words seep in her mind. "So beautiful." His hands cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing lightly over her nipples.
"Logan," she whispers - his name a hymn, a prayer on her lips. Her eyes roll towards the ceiling. His touch is like nothing she has ever felt before. It can't be explained, it just feels like more than a touch, like it should be forbidden.
"Look at me," he chokes, and she raises her head so that her eyes meet his again. His fingers leave her breasts and caress their way down her stomach until he reaches the top of her lace panties. His fingers hook under the band, and her breath catches in her throat in anticipation. "Breathe, baby."
She does as he asks and places her hands on either side of his jaw, stroking the deliciousness of his stubble and her hips roll against his groin while his fingers continue to play with the band of the panties. She rocks into his erection and he groans as his eyes shut tight. Raising her face to his, her lips touch his ever so lightly. A feeling of absolute content jolts through her, alighting her body with overwhelming feelings. She really just wants to rip his boxers off, touch him, make love to him and kiss him - over and over.
As she opens her mouth to really kiss him, he pulls back, effectively breaking away. His eyes bore deep into hers. Searching for what? She couldn't tell - but he was digging deep. Eventually he cups her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, then he kisses her. Really kisses her - and she melts - melts into a puddle of hot liquid honey. His lips coax hers open and he lets out a jagged breath. Their tongues touch, sweeping against each other's and the feeling sends her body into state of ecstasy.
He tugs her bottom lip with his teeth, eliciting a high-pitched moan, "Ooohhh." She's not ready to end the kiss, and she might never be.
"Rory," he pants. Her fingers drop to his waist and she runs her fingers through the smattering of hair between his belly button and the band of his boxers. His hips buck in response to her touch causing his erection to press hard against her sex.
"Mmmmhhh," she shudders. He stops kissing her mouth and moves down to her nipples, kissing, licking and sucking each one in turn.
"Please." she squeaks. Her head is spinning, body trembling. Taking a moment he looks down at her, taking in her parted lips, beaded brow and flushed cheeks, he could hardly believe this was happening, that she loved him. She was simply the most beautiful, incredible, kind hearted person he had ever met and by some miracle she loved him back. And it hit him that I didn't fucking matter where they were, when it was, or whether or not it was 'perfect'. He just needed her and she had told him time and again that she just needed him. With a renewed force, he leans in and presses his lips to hers. He kisses her like a man deprived, his eyes are tightly closed and is breathing his heavy. She snakes her hands around his back and slides them up, caressing his warm, taut skin.
"Rory," he growls, a low sexy growl, as she digs her nails into his shoulder blades. His mouth sparks back into life, kissing her hard. Hard and fast. His body his hard on her, pushing her into the mattress, like he is trying to crawl inside her. His hand glides up her side then on to her breast where he pinches her nipple.
"Gahhhh," she cries, the sensation a little painful yet so good.
"Always so responsive baby, I love that," he murmurs. Sitting up he kneels over her and reaches to his nightstand, pulling out a condom. He sets it down on the table for later.
His hands are now resting on either side of her hips and his mouth is trailing kisses over her stomach, along the band of her panties. Her body is writhing, her hips pushing up to him. Much to her disappointment he stops, and kneels again but when his fingers hook into her panties she moans, that's even better. Agonizingly slowly he pulls them off, leaving her completely naked now.
"Jesus Christ," he groans. "Fuck baby you're drenched."
"Mmmmm," Is the only response she can muster. She closes her eyes, focusing on the delicious, familiar throbbing between her legs. His hands run down her bare legs, massaging her skin. Her eyes flutter open and see him looking down at her damp core, licking his lips.
He bends down and kisses her bikini line. An open-mouthed kiss that makes her whole body convulse. He licks her then kisses her again before a single finger strokes her sex lightly, sliding her arousal from back to front. The feeling is almost too much, she's overloaded with sensation, despite the number of times he's done this. Her legs tremble and her toes curl.
"Ahhhhh," she cries, almost a sob.
"You are so beautiful," he whispers stroking her sex again, his finger pushing deeper into her folds this time. He brushes past her clit, rubbing it, and she screams out.
"Please," she begs. "Please."
"What do you want baby? Tell me what you want me to do."
She wriggles out from beneath his pin sits up on her knees. She grabs his face and kisses him hard, his open mouth inviting her in. Her fingers clutch his hair and she climbs onto him, never breaking the contact with his mouth. They are all tongue, lips, teeth and ragged breathing as she grinds on him. She's straddling him again, naked as the day she was born, and all she can think about is trying to get closer to him.
Her arms are flung around his neck and her hips are rolling continuously trying to get some friction between her legs. His hands are cupping her ass pulling her into his erection with every rock.
"I need you..." she pants, "I need to feel you inside me." Crawling off him to push him down to the mattress, she runs her fingers down his concealed length and he groans. He is rock solid. Her fingers dip beneath the white band of his boxers and touch the tip of him. His cock twitches in response.
She yanks his boxers down and releases him. She swallows at the sight of him and then continues to explore. She squeezes, caresses, pulls and when she starts to feel friskier, kisses. She bends down and kisses the tip. His erection grows bigger and he shuffles, his hands taking hold of her head. She kisses it again and his grip gets tighter. Despite his efforts to make tonight about her, she decided to take the reins.
"Rory, baby," he moans, his eyes close and his head falls back. She licks her lips and draws him in to her mouth, pushing him further and further in. "Fuck," he growls. He pulls her up to his face and kisses her passionately.
"You taste so good," she moans in to his mouth, unsurprised at this point at her lack of filter around him.
"I want to be inside you now..." he responds, his voice low and seductive. "Lie down."
She obeys, dropping down to her back with her knees bent and thighs spread. He dives straight between her thighs and licks her.
"Fuck," she pants, as he licks again, then sucks and flicks her clit with the tip of his tongue.
"So fucking sweet," he moaned into her sex, "Jesus baby". He pushes two fingers in to her core slowly and her whole body starts to shake. "You are so tight." His fingers glide in and out, his thumb circling her clit.
"Oohhhhhh," she moans. "Please."
He moves up, his face above hers and places the head of his erection at her entrance. He holds the condom packet up to her mouth and she tears it open with her teeth. He has himself covered within seconds.
They gaze at each other, panting and breathy. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Absolutely" she said breathily. She places her hands on his biceps and holds on tight. "I've never wanted anything more than I want this."
"You want me to go slow?" he asked. She thought about this, but ultimately that would prolong the initial pain.
"No, I know it might hurt, but I don't want you to hold back."
"You're sure?" he asked yet again.
"Yes, positive," she said.
His lips crash down on hers hard at the same time he pushes in to her. She groans uncomfortably into his mouth, her nails digging into his flesh. He stills, his lips and tongue the only part of him moving.
"I'm okay," she whispers, desperately wanting him to keep moving now that the stinging has subsided.
He begins to move slowly, very slowly. The burning fades to ecstasy and she's lost - lost in a storm of deep brown eyes.
"Fuck baby, you were made to fit me," he growls in her ear, his rhythm never faltering. She starts moving to meet his thrusts. Their bodies melt together, moving as one as they climb and climb. Her body is a bomb waiting to explode, getting closer and closer with each kiss and every touch.
"Oooo, Ooohhh," she breaths. Her legs start trembling and her hands shake. The only thing she can do is hold him tighter.
"I love you," he moans, and she shatters, spectacularly. Her whole body convulses as he spills into the condom, yelling her name and kissing her everywhere his lips can find. Her head is a blur, her thoughts scattered and her insides contracting. It is overwhelming and oh so perfect.
He rolls on to his side making her wince as he withdraws from her. "Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face. He cups one side of her face and kisses her softly.
"Perfect," she smiles - a satisfied goofy smile. He chuckles and kisses her again.
"My god do I love you," he sighed, pulling her on top of his chest.
"So you've said," she giggled, kissing his chest. "I love you too. And that was incredible."
"Well I'm glad, because there's a lot more where that came from," he smirked.
"Mmm, am I hearing round two?" she teased.
"You are insatiable woman," he chuckled as she tucked her head in his neck.
"Fine, you'll get your time to reload. I'll just have to eat that whip cream all by myself," she sighed dramatically.
"Like hell you will," he growled, turning his head to capture his soft lips in his.