Olivia's POV
When the waves finally subsided, I lay spent and panting, trying to catch my breath. Logan crawled up, his face glistening with my arousal, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Don't think we're done yet," he teased, leaning in for a kiss.
I could taste myself on his lips, which only ignited the fire within me once more. I slid my hand between his legs, feeling the hard length of his cock through his boxers. He groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me.
"Then let's keep going," I challenged, wrapping my fingers around him and giving him a firm squeeze.
Logan quickly shed his last piece of clothing, his cock springing free, hard, and ready. I knelt on the couch, positioning myself over him, my wetness teasing the head of his cock.
"Do it, Olivia," he urged, his hands gripping my hips.