What Is Love? (BWWM)

Chp 42: Repeating cycle

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❤️Logan P.O.V

Seasons seem to pass like years and so did the trajectory of our relationship. Summer changed to fall changing the leaves from green to brown and the mist of time started to mend the emptiness left by maya. With some processing and a lot of praying I finally got over the hard part of not having her around. This part of a breakup always felt the hardest to me but the process was made easier when I had somebody to kept my mind and body busy. Being with her so often filled that void of loneliness that formed from a long heartbreak and even thought she didn't say it I could tell she felt the same. It's been a month since we started sleeping around some days I would wake to her in my bed sound asleep and then others I would wake up and she'll be gone without a trace. It's been off and on like this like a repeating cycle. She would send me a text every few days requesting my service that I would give without hesitation before she would disappear until my service was needed again.

I didn't mind at first but overtime I began to miss the pure connection we used to have. After that guy, I can tell she really wasn't the same. She became emotionally closed off. No hanging out no communication unless to express our pleasure with pure mind blowing sex. Behind the cold wall she formed I could tell she was hurting and as much as I wanted to help her walls felt impenetrable. Her eyes felt cold and emotionless like she was trying to hold herself together but on the inside she was fighting demons that I couldn't understand no matter how bad I wanted answers.I even went as far as asking Penelope about her well-being in which she replied that she never seen patience, so shut off even towards her.

It seemed the only way she could express her emotions was during sex and I allowed her by providing her with the pleasure she deserved. It was always fast and rough always driven by a wild sexual desire that ended with my apartment a mess and our nude bodies passed out on either the couch the bed and even the floor. The only time she looked somewhat at peace is when she was asleep. On the special days I would find her still in my apartment by the morning I would watch her sleep. I would trace every inch of her face from her sharp jawline to her nose that spread around her nostrils, to her long eyelashes, her heart formed lips and her perfectly smooth brown skin that glistened. I would watch her for so long that I could perfectly tell what noise and movement she would make before she awoke a skill that came with practice after being caught a few times.

But as I began to spend more time with her, my vision of her began to change. What was once a relationship built on sexual desire, began to wither and a funny feeling began to take over my body. It was completely different feeling that manifested on the first day I met her. This feeling was warm comforting even. I found myself just observing every little detail about the way she smiled, how her nose flared when she was focused on something or frustrated, how she messed with her nails when she was nervous about something. All these little things began to forge a new feeling towards her. I admired her before but now I was mesmerized by everything she did.

These turns of emotions turned my vision of her against me. Suddenly I couldn't just couldn't fuck her like I used to. As much as I am absolutely thrilled to see the bliss that painted her face and the sweet sound of my name on her lips. After it was done all I want to do it hold her. Just to pull her into my grasp and cuddle into her, but the fear of her not reciprocating left me stiff with fear and so instead I would just watch her walk out of the door again and again.

But not today I was determined to get to her attention somehow.which is what I was doing as my eyes never left her expression on her face as it churned and twisted in pleasure. I sucked at her folds before taking a nibble at her clit earning a throaty fuck from her lips. She gently massaged through the locks of my hair with both hands before they gripped as I licked a certain spot. Her thighs began to tighten around my face a sign that she was close and I was determined to get her there. So I wrapped my hands around her thighs and forced them apart far enough for me to indulge deeper she let out a whimper and a moan as I held her in place for my tongue to explore every crevice of her. "Logan.... Fuck... I'm" the words barely managed to escape her lips before her thighs began to shake and buckle underneath me. She threw her head back and let out a word in another language as I lapped up all of her essence.