“Katy,” I said, trying to scramble and put two brain cells together long enough to get my head working. “Are you sure, baby? I don’t think you’ve entirely thought this…”
“Logan?” she said against my breast bone as she shimmied her way down.
“Yeah?” I croaked, feeling her descending my body and hoping that she was going to the spot where I needed her most.
“Shut up,” she teased.
Then she stopped at my nipple and circled the rigid peak with her tongue, nibbling it lightly.
My cock twitched behind my sweats, and I was slightly embarrassed about the fact that I could happily come in my pants right now all over nipple play.
Granted, I hadn’t had sex since Donna, but it’d been utterly meaningless. A way to get off, and get gone.
I’d wanted it to be meaningful after what had happened with Tasia, but in the end, Tasia had left me with too much baggage.
And saying I’d had sex with Tasia would be reaching.
It’d been a medical procedure and nothing more.
It’d been when she was at the perfect temperature, I’d saved my semen up for days, she’d laid there, missionary style, and hadn’t participated nor enjoyed herself.
Then, afterward, she’d laid on the bed with my semen inside of her while I’d gone downstairs and thought about what it would be like to do it for fun and not for the hopes of having a baby.
I’d had more fun jacking off into the cup at the fertility office when they’d checked my sperm count than fucking my wife those last few months that we’d been together.
“Logan.” Katy shifted even lower, her mouth coming into contact with my happy trail. “Stay with me.”
All thoughts of my ex and my previous sex life were now gone.
Replacing those thoughts was Katy’s tongue as she dragged it along my happy trail. Up and down. Up until she got to my belly button, then back down, not stopping until her tongue dipped lower and lower each time.
I swallowed hard and prayed that she’d do more than just lick that particular spot.
Not that it wasn’t erotic as hell, but Jesus Christ, did I want her tongue on other, more sensitive places.
“Katy, please.” My voice cracked.
She snickered and wrapped one hand around my waistband, pulling it down slightly and exposing more skin.
I could feel the waistband catching on the base of my cock.
And thank God I’d chosen these particular sweatpants. My oldest pair, they were the loosest and stretchiest. All my newer ones would’ve required her taking them off to get any access at all.
Her mouth went back down, this time so she could nibble the base of my cock.
And my dick jerked so hard that had I not still had the sweatpants containing it, it would’ve smacked her straight in the face.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, wishing I had control of both of my arms.
Instead, one was down by my side, where her hand was, bracing herself on the bed. My other one was up and gripping the pillow that was under my head for dear life.
If I’d had control over that hand, I would’ve had it in her hair, guiding her farther down.
Because right then, she had her tongue tracing the base of my cock, and I felt like I was going to die.
I’d never thought of the base of my cock being so sensitive before, but swear to God, I was figuring out a lot of things with Katy.
And that was, with the right person, things were erotic that weren’t meant to be erotic.
Like the feel of her tits pressed against my thighs. Or the way her hand kept clenching and unclenching at my side, as if she wanted to reach for my cock but was urging herself not to.
And then she crawled out from between my legs and said, “Pants off, big man. I can’t do it by myself.”
Those pants had never left my body so fast in all my life.
Underwear and sweatpants, both a rolled-up mess, came off in the blink of an eye.
Then she was back between my thighs, her mouth hovering inches over my cock head.
“The light,” she whispered. “I want to see.”
I looked over at the light. “Is there another one?”
She looked at it, squinted as if she was just now realizing that it was on, then shook her head. “Never mind.”
I was considering what to say to that when she bent down and took a small lick of my cock, licking up the pearl of wetness that had gathered at the tip.
My stomach flip-flopped.
“Fuck.”
I had the word ‘fuck’ down pat.
“Tastes good,” she said, almost to herself.
God, that was good, because I wanted her to swallow every last fucking drop of cum when I shot it down her throat.
Not yet, though.
I wanted her to do more with her mouth. I wanted her to suck it deep. I wanted her to…