random smut blurb o'clock girl!logan and kyle just fucked and she is ready for round two before he is
He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to remember how to talk, to think. Even now he's still soft, stuffed inside her, where she's warm and wet from the first time he fucked her. His breath is shaky when he exhales, body struggling to process what's happening to him.
When he opens his eyes, she's staring down at him, inquisitive.
"Good?" She asks. Good is maybe not what Kyle would call it, it's so overwhelming he can't think straight and hes still focusing on remembering to breathe. But good is close enough, so he nods, and she smiles back at him, which makes it all worth it.
She rolls her hips, experimentally, and it makes his whole body jerk, embarrassing whine escaping his mouth. He tries to say something, but it all rolls off his tongue as gibberish, and he's not even sure what he was trying to say. It's so much, too much, yet it'll be worse if she stops. He doesn't want her to stop.
She grinds down again, and he gives up on trying to be quiet, whatever noises his body wants to make spilling out of his mouth shamelessly. She's slow, deliberate, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. He's managing to keep his eyes open know, just looking at her. He can't believe she's real, that this is real, that he even gets a fucking chance.
