Logan pinned my arms to either side of my head and shook his own. “You’re beautiful. Don’t ever forget that. I never do.” He followed that by leaning over to plant a deep kiss on me. His chest brushed against my breasts, and I rubbed my already slick thighs together, eager for more.
Our tongues twined around each other as we explored our mouths for what felt like a wonderous forever. Finally, he pulled his mouth away from me. I glanced down my body at him, frowning.
“Where are you going?” I demanded.
“I have something else in mind,” he said, starting to back away down the length of my body. “Something much better than just kissing.”
I bit my lip and nodded once, my nipples already hard in anticipation of his tongue on them.
His mouth passed a breast, but he didn’t go after it. I blinked, surprised. Lower and lower, he traveled until he hovered just above my wet pussy. He grinned at me. I took a deep breath.
Logan lowered his mouth. His tongue lapped and probed into my folds, blasting spikes of pleasure down to my toes. I moaned. His tongue flicked up, running over my pink pearl. My toes curled, and my moan grew in volume.
“Oh, Logan,” I cried. “That feels so great.”
I closed my eyes to concentrate only on the feeling of his eager tongue entering me. That left me surprised when he pierced my center with a finger. A gasp was the only response I could manage. His tongue never left my clit, still sucking and teasing. The wonderful pressure built inside me now was already straining for release.
My insides twitched with each skillful swipe of his tongue. He added another finger, thrusting in and out of me. His tongue moved in perfect rhythm with his fingers, summoning a loud moan from me. Too much pleasure. Too much glorious pressure.
I cried out as my insides tightened around his fingers, and my orgasm blasted through me, leaving me shuddering and gasping.
I lay there for a few moments, twitching around Logan’s still pumping fingers as my senses returned. He lifted his head.
My eyes snapped open, and I looked down at Logan. He eyed me with hungry fire in his gaze.
He grabbed my waist and pulled. I rolled with his hands until I was on my stomach. He pulled my butt in the air, and I bit my lip at the way I was exposed to him, the cool air on my pussy, and the lingering pleasure of climax all but gone.
Logan sat up on his knees and rubbed his hard cock against my drenched pussy several times. My breath caught at the touch. He slid his head in, and then inched slowly inside.
Even though I’d already came, and he had two fingers inside of me before, his swollen member still pushed at my tight walls, stretching and rubbing as he filled me. A subdued moan escaped my lips.
Now fully seated in me, he pulled back and thrust forward once. A huge pulse shot through me from the deep thrust.
“I—” I managed to get out.
“Feels good?”
I bit my lip and nodded once.
Logan rocked back and forth several times, slowly at first, his cock invading my twitching pussy several times. He leaned over and grabbed my breasts, kneading them and teasing my rock-hard nipples. He grunted with each thrust, and my pants matched his thrusts.
He sped up. Each thrust brought a louder pant from me. Heat seeped from my center to the rest of my body, and it was hard to think about anything other than the handsome man entering me and fondling my breasts. Over and over again, he entered me.
My breathing turned ragged. The pressure in my center was incredible. I was going to climax again.
Logan shoved hard into me with each thrust. My moans and pants turned to yelps and near screams. His hands squeezed my breasts hard. Another thing that felt good at the moment but would probably feel sore in the morning. I didn’t care. I didn’t want him to stop until I came again.
Faster. Harder. My pants mixed with his grunts and the slap of flesh in the air. My hands fisted the blanket we were screwing over. I lowered my head.
Where had Logan been all my life? If sex was always like this, I’d probably not have bothered to get a job. I’d just lay in bed with him until I passed out from the exhaustion.
His hands left my breast and grabbed my hips. Now braced, he blasted in and out of me, each time pushing deep into me, each spark threatening to light my climax, his coarse hair brushing and rubbing against me with each thrust.
“Almost there,” Logan said through gritted teeth. “Just hold on. I want to cum with you.”
I managed a feeble nod, even though I could barely think with his cock entering me again and again. I wanted to cum with him, too, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to last myself.
“I…” I began again. Every attempt at a thought failed with him entering me. I couldn’t hold on.