Zipper down, I locked eyes with her again as I slowly tugged her jeans down her hips. She nodded again, then kicked off her small heels before stepping out of the denim. Fuck, she was perfect. All curves and dips. She was toned, but not aggressively, her belly soft as I kissed the skin just above the line of her lavender thong.
“Logan,” she whispered, swaying slightly.
“I fucking love the way you say my name,” I admitted as I kissed a path along the strap of the thong, pausing at the delicious strip of skin where thigh met hip. “Like you need something only I can give you.”
“You’re the only one I trust with my body.”
The power and emotion evoked in that one sentence was enough to be thankful I was already on my knees. Sure, I had a control thing. There were so many aspects of my life that spun recklessly, that I liked to control what happened in my bed, but the heady feeling of power that overcame me had jack and shit to do with any of that—no, that feeling came from knowing that I was the only one she’d allow to give her pleasure. The only one who was deemed worthy enough to kneel between her thighs.
“I’m honored.” It was the truth.
She whimpered as I drew the strap of her thong between my teeth, and slid it down her hip, then did the same with the other. A few more tugs, and she was fully, beautiful bare in front of me.
“God, I’ve been dreaming about this since last week,” I admitted, running my finger along her cleft lightly, leaving her unparted. “You taste so damned good, Delaney, and the way you come apart for me?” I looked up as her fingers dug into my shoulders. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen—your body, your responsiveness, your honesty...all of it.”
Without another word, I urged her thighs apart with a hand on each, and set my mouth on her pussy. She cried out as I licked her from opening to clit. I dragged the flat of my tongue over her clit, already hard and swollen with her desire. Her thighs trembled as I worked her, swirling around her clit and grazing it, but never giving her the pressure that would get her there faster.
“God. Logan. More,” she demanded, rocking her hips against my tongue.
I grinned, then slipped my finger just past her soaked entrance. “You’re so wet already, Delaney. I think you might want me a little.”
She laughed—a breathy, needy sound. “You think? What the hell are you doing to me?” She rolled her hips again, and I backed off so she couldn’t take her orgasm that easily.
“Driving you crazy,” I admitted, then licked her again. This time, I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.
She shouted, then groaned when I skimmed my teeth over the hardened little nub.
“Please, Logan,” she cried as her thighs tightened.
“You want to come?” I asked her with a playful grin, ignoring the pulsing need in my cock at the blatant, naked lust in her face.
“Yes! Please!”
That plea took my need from grenade-level to nuclear. I slipped my fingers from her. The next time I was inside her, it would be my cock, not my fingers she squeezed with her orgasm. Then I ate her, alternating kissing and sucking on her clit until a single press of my tongue on her sent her spiraling over.
“Logan!” she screamed my name as she came. Her knees gave out, and I rose to catch her as she tumbled down.
I swung her into my arms and carried her to the bed as her body still shuddered in waves from the aftermath of that orgasm.
“Your tongue should be illegal. You know that?” she asked as her back hit the dark blue bedding.
“Everything about you should be illegal,” I answered as I ran a finger down her sternum.
“Take it off. Everything,” she clarified as she rose on her elbows to watch. “I feel like I’ve been waiting to see you naked since the first second I met you.”
I arched an eyebrow as I unsnapped my own jeans. “You threw a book at me the first second you met me.”
“Technically, that was before I actually met you. Now hush and show me the goods.” A playful smile tugged at her lips, and I was undone.
How could she go from vixen to friend that quickly? Is this what it was like to take someone to bed who you were wholly, completely comfortable with? Whatever it was, I liked it.
Her mouth dropped open as my pants and boxer briefs hit the floor.
“God, don’t you have a single flaw?” She came up on her knees and ran her hands down my chest and abs.
I grinned. This moment was worth all the workouts. All the hours I spent honing my body to be the machine it was.