Logan walked in to see me with my fists balled up at my sides and tears streaming down my face. He shut and locked my dorm door then came and took me in his arms. He laid me down on the bed and I put my arms around his neck, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
“What if I’m part of the sixty?” I whispered.
He stiffened slightly, and then made himself relax. He laughed before replying. “With the way you whip ass? I don’t think so.”
“But, the Headmaster wants me dead. What he wants, he gets.”
“Don’t talk like that.”
“I love you, Logan.”
It was a moment before he answered. I could hear that he was crying. “I love you, too, so much, Madeline.”
I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. The heat that was always there surged through my body. We pressed closer to each other, pressed so hard against one another we were almost one person. Our tears mingled and traveled together as we kissed. My fingers moved to his hair and I grabbed onto it. His hands came between us and slipped into my robe. His fingers licked fiery flames up my stomach and to my breasts. He gently squeezed them and our breathing became hot and heavy. I pressed myself closer to him as he cupped both of my breasts with his hands and gently stroked my nipples. All the heat in my body moved to my center. I moaned and he deepened the kiss. He pulled away and kissed all the way down my jaw to my neck. I moaned as the heat intensified.
“Logan,” I moaned.
I needed to be closer to him. I put my leg over his and pressed my lower self against him, trying for some relief.
I groaned, not satisfied.
One of his hands made a trail of fire back down my stomach, to the hem of my underwear. My breathing quickened in anticipation for what I knew was to come.
He brought his lips up to meet mine. His hand slid inside my underwear and I felt his fingers slide down and start to rub my clit. I gasped loudly against his lips and he stole the chance to deepen the kiss.
His fingers moved farther down and slowly entered me. He slowly began to build a rhythm with them. A feeling I had never felt before surged through my body. I began to move with his hand. I moaned against his lips, pressing myself harder against him.
I felt his erection pressing against my stomach and as I moved up and down against his body, on his fingers, it became stiffer and I could feel it slightly twitch.
He would be my first. I’ll give it to him because I love him and I don’t know if I’ll see him again.
“Take me.” I managed to get out.
He slowed his fingers a little. “What?”
“Please, take me, Logan?” I whispered, wanting him, needing him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please, hurry. I can’t handle this anymore.”
He laid me on my back and moved to hover over me. He pulled all of my clothes off slowly, taking his time, stroking me and adding to the fire that burned between my legs.
Finally, he took all of his clothes off and positioned himself in between my legs.
“You’re so damn beautiful. Are you sure about this?” He whispered.
“Yes, I’m completely sure. Logan, I love you.”
“I love you, too, so much, Madeline.”
With that he lowered himself and slowly pressed into me. I groaned as a wave of pain hit me and I grabbed the comforter with white knuckled fists.
“If you relax, it won’t hurt as much.” Logan said with a grunt.
I relaxed my muscles and released the bed spread.
He built up a small, steady rhythm; slowly in, almost completely out, then in again. The pain wasn’t as intense, but it still existed.
I began to moan softly and make small noises in the back of my throat as the pain turned into pleasure and then, it was as if pain was never there.
He moved in and almost out of me and my body responded. I began to move with him.
We climbed higher and higher together and finally, we climaxed at the same time.
It was like all the fire that was there spread throughout my whole body, my whole being. And it was amazing.
We breathed heavily for a few minutes.
“I love you.” He whispered in my ear after lying down next to me and pulling me against him. I got closer and smiled.
“I love you, too.” I glanced at the alarm clock and sighed. “I only have an hour to get ready.”
He sighed and reluctantly released me.
“Wait; just- just hold me for a few more minutes.” I said.
He smiled and pulled me to him, holding on tightly.
I lay there with my eyes closed; making sure this memory would be locked in my mind forever. Tears began to stream from my eyes. He hugged me tighter to him and kissed me. We did this for at least twenty minutes when I decided it was time to go. I kissed him one more time then climbed out of the bed. I walked to my dresser and put clothes on that I was best at fighting in; a pair of lime green cloth capris that were easy to move in and a purple tank top. The material made the clothes stay cool so that I wouldn’t over heat.
I pulled my hair up into a bun and used every bobby pin and clip that was in my possession to make sure it all stayed up. I left my face make-up free.
I pulled on a pair of ankle socks followed by a pair of white running shoes.
I turned to Logan. “I’m scared.” I whispered.
He climbed out of the bed and walked over to me. He took me into is arms and I breathed in his scent.
“Just know I’ll be in the stands and that I love you. Just, come home to me. Just come home, Madeline.” He whispered as he stroked my hair.
