He nudges my legs apart and then he parts me before flicking his tongue up my center and then flattening his tongue against my core. I dig my fingers into his hair, and my head falls back. Desire for him, for this, is rising quickly, just like it always does. His rough hands are firm on my ass, while his mouth devours me. 
"I love the way you taste," he murmurs. "And how your knees wobble when you're headed for release. Is that what you want?" he asks, dipping one finger and then two fingers inside while he stares up at me from his knees. "Do you want me to make you come?"
"Yes," I say, breathless, but then I glance over my shoulder at the box on the bed. "But..."
"You want that?" He trails a line of kisses up my body until he's standing again, towering over me. His large hand cups the side of my face as he scrapes his beard along my neck again, causing a shiver to race along my spine and down my arms. His lips are warm and soft against my skin. In my ear, he whispers, "I got you, doc."
"I want us to come together," I say, running my fingertips along his broad back before pushing his pants off his hips to pool at his ankles.
He steps out of them before grabbing the box and removing the toy. From the nightstand, he takes out lube and a condom, putting them both on the bed. Not that we ever need lube—sometimes just the sight of him gets me unreasonably wet, and being close to him is almost always a rush of desire. Sex with him is always so good that even an inkling that it's about to happen it enough to get me ready. 
"Lie back," he says, nodding at the duvet. "Let's see how far we can push you, huh?"
"You're going to make me beg?" I ask, centering myself on the bed.
"I love it when you beg." He shoots me a wicked grin before sliding off his boxers. He puts some lube on the toy and turns it on. 
The buzz would be distracting if I wasn't so eager with anticipation. 
"Have you used this before?" I ask.
"This one? No. You?"
I shake my head.
"Our first first," he says as he spreads me wide and runs the flat side of the toy along my most sensitive areas. 
"Oh," I breathe out.
"Good?"
"Don't stop."
He lets out a little chuckle before flipping the toy around and sliding it into place—an arm inside and another branch on the outside. My whole pelvis is vibrating, and I'm having trouble thinking about anything but the sensations zipping through me. 
"Logan," I say, and I can hear the plead in my tone. 
"I'm right here, doc," he says, a crinkle of the condom wrapper before he's pushing my thighs further apart, lining himself up and easing in. "Fuck," he hisses out. 
His forearms land on either side of my head, and the combination of the vibrations, fullness, and being surrounded by his minty scent is almost overwhelming. So much sensation. So much want. Then our gazes connect, and it's like I'm grounded, thoroughly in the moment with him. I cup his cheek, and he leans into the contact, his gaze never leaving mine. 
"You're okay?" he rasps.
"I'm okay."
"I'm going to start moving." He closes his eyes briefly before meeting mine again. "You feel so good. Unbelievably good."
"I think that's the toy," I whisper.
"No," he says dropping a kiss on my forehead. "It's you. It's always you." One of his hands sneaks down to grasp my hip, while he braces his weight with his forearm, and he starts to move.