I search for the words to say, to tell Logan what this past night has meant to me, but before I can come up with anything, he clears his throat and beats me to the punch. Herr Lehrer Literally: Mr. Indian Porn Ohh! Lie back, close your eyes, and stop thinking. You wanna be on your back or facedown?”
“Uh – vhat vould you suggest?”
“I’d suggest a sling, but we don’t have one. Give me time to adjust.”
He does so, holding his hand in place but not forcing it further into me. The infirmary. It’s easy, floating along far above the earth, far above yourself. “I love it when you make those noises for me, Elf. It can be dangerous. The sensation is so deep inside me. Or at least more of a person to whom he would feel comfortable relinquishing control than I am.
