As the light was gradually sucked away by the voracious darkness, Logan remained alone in his dim lit room, sprawled across his bed reading a rather seductive novel. His only guilty pleasure groaned within the lusty novels he enjoyed reading so much, yearning to escape, but kept within his constraints. Words within explored his deepest, darkest fantasies...Words that called his name softly in the dark. With each utterance of his name, he could feel his hardness become more intense, pressing fervently against his bed. And at times, his hand would wander aimlessly down and caress himself, making it all the more hard. But he refused to do anymore until he finished the story. His window frame shook slightly, and a cold wind blew through the room, chilling him to his bone. He shuddered and groped himself just a bit tighter.
But the words imbibed him. He groaned and sighed at them with pleasure, his chest heaving slightly, his hand frozen tightly. He almost wished the girl in the novel would appear before him, seduce him, fuck him, and leave him. For an instant, he thought he felt something brush his foot. He jerked it slightly upwards, ignoring the sensation, and embellishing himself into the words again. Now near the end, he grasped himself harder than ever, panting gradually more, knowing that soon he'd be allowed to fulfill himself. Already shirtless and sweating, he unfastened his pants, wanting to free himself at the instant. And again he felt something brushing his skin, gliding up his back. He ignored it, yet again, and pressing his body against his bed, he finished the very last sentence. Thrusting the book away, he wrapped his hand around his pulsating cock, and prepared to turn over. He groaned in ecstasy with his eyes shut. Something suddenly stung his neck. It was rather pleasurable.
"Uuuh," he grunted, opening his eyes to find the thing that had struck him.
What he found was unexpected...It was a woman, clinging to him fiercely, penetrating the skin of his nape. And he suddenly felt her entire body against his back. Her nipples, for she was naked, swaying, barely brushing his back; her legs outlining his own; a hand of hers clutching his free wrist, pinning it down tightly, and her lips wetting his back just slightly. He stroked his cock, just gently, imagining that he was imagining all this...But with her free hand, she grabbed his hand, wiping it across his sweating self, and pinning it beneath her pussy behind him. His fingers trembled and he groaned, his face pressed against the bed; he could feel her clit beneath his fingers, but couldn't even get close to the inside of her. He wiggled his fingers just a bit and she let out a low, whispery moan.
"Logan..." she uttered softly into his ear. "I've come for you."
He groaned again, trying to turn his head far enough to catch a glimpse of her face, but he could just see the outline. She had to be stunning, voluptuous. And with such mysterious beauty, he felt the urge to pleasure her, to fuck her intensely, to have her screaming his name and not just whispering it. He pushed his back into her, trying to free himself wildly, his fingers sliding across her clit; but she forced him down, driving her body into his own, the pressure between her clit and his fingers tight. The only thing he could do, was explore the wonders of her clit with his fingers, and so he did. She moaned lowly, her tongue teasing the back of his ear; he groaned, his cock pressing deeply into his mattress. As his fingers gradually moved faster, teasing her clit, he tried to fuck the bed, pressing his hips toward it, but getting no pleasure. She pressed her hips into him, gently rotating against his fingers' movements. Their bodies thrived.
