He tugged at the skimpy fabric and slid his hand inside, making her tummy quiver before he circled her hips and palmed her bare ass. He braced his other arm on the mattress next to her head, his fingers playing with her hair as he gave her slow-as-molasses, dirty-as-hell kisses. His tongue fucked into her mouth, his teeth scraped against her lips, and in between each filthy pass, he dragged his eyes over her face, turning her insides to molten lava with each hungry glance.
She was so ready for the panties and shorts to disappear, but Logan had other ideas. He swallowed her moan of dissent as he removed his hand from her panties and grabbed her questing fingers. “Hang on,” he whispered. “I need to taste the rest of you first.”
He tugged her tank top up her torso and she helped him get rid of it. He paused, a look of surprise passing over his face. It was almost reverent, and her heart softened as he rolled his glance back up to her face. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” he whispered. “I’ve always thought that, Tor. But this is blowing my mind.” His eyes darkened. “You’ve got the prettiest tits. Seriously.”
She giggled. “Classy.”
“Classy is overrated.”
True story. He ducked his head, his stubble scratching against her neck and down her chest as he breathed her in, and she didn’t want anything else. No roses or fancy suits, romantic words or polite distance. She just wanted Logan’s body on hers, every inch of him loving every inch of her. Real and hot and blowing her mind.
He cupped her breasts together, groaning about the size of them in a good way, and she arched her back. Yes. She needed this. She needed him to tell her she was perfect for him. Big boobs, strong legs, soft tummy. All of it. She wanted him to worship her.
Tell him that. Easier said than done. She compromised with her internal girl-power dictator by rubbing her fingers through his hair, urging him closer to her nipples.
He got the message in a serious way. “You like it hard or soft?” he asked as he circled her peak with the tip of his tongue.
“Yes,” she retorted. Seriously, both sounded just fine by her.
He laughed and sucked her into his mouth. Soft, and then hard. And both were amazing. His tongue pulsed against her flesh as he pulled on her, sending a sharp stab of want straight to her clit. She wanted his mouth there, too.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she breathed.
“You like that?”
“Mmm.”
“You like my mouth? God, you taste better than I imagined.” He fluttered his tongue against her nipple, then let go of her with a wet slurp that she’d never forget. Rising above her, he finally pulled off her bottoms. She reached for his waistband but he gently stopped her with his fingers around her wrist. “Not done with my mouth yet, babe.”
Mind reader. She shook as she lay back on the bed. Her legs were splayed wide open, and he was looking at her in the bright morning light, but the shyness she expected didn’t come. His gaze was too warm to let anything but good feelings linger.
He shifted backward on the bed, lowering himself between her legs. The air crackled as he kissed her belly, her thighs, and when he ducked his head to kiss her in between, right there, she wanted to just die from the goodness of it.
“Oh, I like that…” she licked her lips and rolled her hips. “Yes, just like…oh my God. Logan!”
He lazily circled his tongue again through the languorous path he’d just blazed before lifting his head. “Yes?”
“Never stop doing that.”
“That’s the plan.”
It didn’t take him long to work her up and send her flying into a sustained climax that he masterfully stretched for her until she clutched at his head and begged him to stop.
“But you said never stop,” he laughed as he crawled back up her body.
She kissed him soundly, licking the taste of herself off his mouth, and shook her head. “That was crazy talk from a desperate woman. Besides, that made me hungry for a taste of my own.”
He let her shove him onto his back, lacing his hands behind his head as she reached for his shorts. The casual pose belied a tension in his body, though, and she felt it too. Her heart hammered in her chest. They were really doing this. All the way naked. Both of them.
She couldn’t wait. And she was terrified, too. She squeezed her hands tighter in the fabric, then abandoned that and just went for his waistband. She needed her hands on his cock. Needed to feel his vulnerability pulsing against her palm.
“This okay?” she asked under her breath, teasing him as she got her first look at the erection she’d been grinding against. He groaned something about touching him already, but she needed to look first.
He was beautiful. Long and thick, with a pink crown and a slight curve. The heavy length bobbed to a firm stand as she tugged his shorts down to his hips. He made her mouth water, and she slowly curled her fingers around his erection.
Oh yes. Hot and hard. Smooth skin and throbbing muscle. Her first stroke made him groan, and she slid her attention up to his face, watching as he reacted to her touch. The muscles in his chest and shoulders and neck all strained as he held himself back.
“Good?” she asked. “Softer or harder?”