The 7 Day Stand

I cannot believeI’m doing this.

My heart jack hammers against my ribs as I lay completely naked before a man— a very sexyman—I know absolutely nothing about. A man whose grey eyes are staring into my soul while his head descends between my legs. His lips inching closer and closer to my pussy which is fluttering zealously in anticipation.

“You have such a pretty pussy, Savannah,” Logan groans kissing the pubic area of my sex, his eyes never leaving mine. Well shit, this is a first, no one has ever referred to my vagina as pretty before. I make a mental note to thank Yazmin, my beauty therapist, for keeping things pretty down under for me.

I quiver inwardly in response to not only his words, but the ravening look he holds in his gaze. My body heats and my hips instinctively roll up mutely urging him to where I need him. His lips move in a deliberate and teasing manner, nipping and licking everywhere but where I’m burning to have him. “Logan…” I gasp when his tongue glides through my folds and sweeps across my clit making me visibly shudder. I can’t remember the last time I had my pussy eaten but I know it’s been a very long time, so much so that the sensations of that one lick sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. My legs quiver and go to close when his lips close over my clit and he sucks, but Logan’s hands move from hips to my thighs, spreading them wider with a firm grip to keep them open.

“Oh God...” I cry out, my fingers curl in his hair when he flicks his tongue quicker and firmer against my clit. Whatever Logan is doing to me has my body quaking and convulsing in a way it never has before. The sexy low groans and appreciative noises emitting from him while he devours me only fuels my pleasure, and once my body adjusts and I’m no longer sensitive to his ministrations my body moves on its own, matching his rhythm. I’m grinding myself wildly against that dexterous tongue desperate for that release.

I’ve never had an orgasm from oral sex and penetration was always a hit and miss with my past boyfriends. Unfortunately, I fall in the small percentage of women that doesn’t orgasm easily, well, unless I’m pleasuring myself, and most of the time my partners simply didn’t have the endurance to hold back until I was ready nor the technique to take me over.

The closest I’ve gotten was with Trent, he was the best out of the bunch, at least he tried to get me there. Yet, for some strange reason my body wouldn’t allow me to go over the edge and reach an orgasm.

Even now I’m desperate to go over, I can feel it, taste it even but just as I hit that point the pressure becomes too much and however hard I try I just can’t seem to push past that wall.

“Savannah, eyes on me.” Logan utters between licks. I force my eyes open and look at him panting. “I’m going to be down here until you cum for me. I don’t care if it takes all fucking night. I’m going to drink up that orgasm sweetheart.” He asserts and keeps his eyes firmly on mine as he runs the tip of his tongue over my engorged clit with kittenish licks. “You’re right there but you’re tensing baby, just relax and let your body do its thing.”

“God, I can’t.” I pant, shaking my head in frustration. “I’ve never been able to, I’m trying but I just can’t...”

“Savannah.” The way he says my name silences me immediately. “If you don’t cum, I don’t cum, it’s as simple as that.” He states plainly and presses a kiss and nuzzles my inner thigh while he stares up at me with those molten eyes of his. “Say the word and we stop. No questions asked.”

I quickly shake my head, “No, I don’t want to stop.”

Logan smirks wickedly and my stomach flips in response. “May I resume then?” he asks gesturing to my sex with his brows, and I smile, spreading my legs a little wider for him.

“By all means,” The words barely leave my mouth before his mouth is on me again and it doesn’t take him long to push me back up to the apex of orgasm. My back arches off the table, my toes curl and I’m gripping the edge of the table so tight my knuckles are about to split.

“Ohh, fuck, fuck, don’t stop, please Logan don’t stop.” I plead with a whimper while I rock my hips, rubbing my clit against his mouth desperately chasing that much sought-after release. I’m so wet that I feel my arousal dripping down to the pearl of my ass.

I don’t know how he manages to do it, but somehow he pushes me through that barrier that’s been holding me back and it’s like a damn breaks inside of me. The built-up pressure explodes, and a lukewarm glow spreads through me, sparks of electricity in my veins causing my body to shake and convulse wildly. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m coming. Ahh yes, yes, Logan!”

Logan groans against my pussy and the vibrations of his vocal cords travel through me and it’s all I need to go soaring over the edge. My breath catches and I momentarily forget to breathe, every coherent thought, every instinct I have is quelled as surge after surge of heavenly pleasure crashes over me.

I breathlessly chant Logan’s name while riding out the very last spasm of my orgasm until it ebbs away before I collapse onto the table. My limbs suddenly feel too heavy and quiver uncontrollably while I lay there bare and my body damp with sweat. “Holy fuck,” I pant. Logan kisses up my stomach toward my breasts, stopping to suck on my nipple. I open my eyes and look down at his gorgeous face, unable to take my eyes off him, watching keenly as he swirls his tongue over my nipple and sucks. I hiss and arch up, pushing my breast further into his hot mouth. “Mm, I’ve been missing out.”

“Oh, you absolutely have sweetheart, that was just basic foreplay. I was giving you a little taster of what’s to come.” Logan states with a wayward smirk. “I’m going to fuck you so good and deep you’re going to have difficulty remembering your own goddamn name,” he adds, taking my nipple between his teeth and tugging it just hard enough to make me gasp against the sting.

“Uhh, Logan please...”

“Fuck, come here,” Logan lifts me to a sitting position on the table and his mouth attacks mine. We kiss hot and hard for a couple of seconds until he pulls away leaving my mind in a haze. “Get down on your knees. I want to see those pretty eyes staring up at me while I fuck your throat.” He growls, dragging his lips over mine as he speaks.

Logan lifts me off the table and I obediently kneel in front of him. He takes hold of my chin and tilts my head up so I’m looking up at him. I feel even smaller in comparison to him in this position, but there is something so erotic about having him standing over me all authoritative, robust muscles across his tattooed chest and shoulders, and ropes of veins down his forearms.

“You’re so beautiful, Savannah.” He praises. My lip’s part when his thumb brushes against my mouth and I suck it when he pushes it into my mouth. “Fuck.”

God, that sexy moan of pleasure resonates through me and I instantly crave more of it. I’ve never been so desperate to pleasure a man. Logan takes hold of his shaft and brushes the tip of his dick against my lips. My lips eagerly part for him and I slide out my tongue so he can rub the underside of his dick against it. “Fuck Savannah,” he groans smearing his pre-cum all over my lips. Logan watches with hooded eyes as I lick my lips and moan. “You like the taste of me, baby?” he questions gruffly as he gathers and fists my hair. I nod slowly in response.

“Yes, I want more.”

Logan licks his lips and bites down on his bottom lip, “I’m going to give you more baby, I’m going to give you more than you’ll know what to do with.” He vows while he slowly pushes the head of his cock into my mouth. “Fuck, that’s a good girl. Let me see you open that mouth. Open wide for me. Oh, you’re going to swallow my big cock like a hungry little slut. Show me what that mouth can do.”

Well, this is new. Why am I suddenly okay with degradation? If I must be honest, I’m not just ‘okay’ with it… I’m unashamedly aroused by it if the ache and gush of liquid arousal between my legs is anything to go by.

The barbell of Logan’s frenum piercing drags along my tongue as he pushes himself deeper into my mouth and his cock twitches as he stretches me. My eyes start to water when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, but I fight the gag reflex and keep my focus on the carnal look in those deep grey eyes of his while he watches me.

“God baby girl, look at you, you look so goddamn gorgeous with my cock down your throat.” He moans, gripping my hair tighter and drawing his hips back slowly and thrusting into my mouth again. “That’s it baby girl, ahh fuck yes, suck it, milk my dick for every drop.”

I flick my tongue against the barbell, and I’m rewarded with the deepest, sexiest moan I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. My name flows past his lips almost in a plea. “Savannah.” Those gloriously thick, muscular legs tremble when I suck him harder, all the while delighted that I have the power—even if it is brief—to make him weak in the knees.