He dipped his head and replaced his fingers with his mouth, moving his hand to support my back. I hissed as I felt the warmth of his mouth through my shirt, dampening the material so that it was barely a barrier.
I felt helpless against the sensations invading my body but I made a last attempt to grab at the pieces of my sanity. I gripped his shoulders, and although I didn’t push him away, it helped to ground me a little.
“I’m serious. We need to talk and that’s impossible with what you’re doing. We can’t just fix everything with sex.”
“I’m not trying to fix anything,” Logan said as he raised his head, his eyes glittering with desire. “Our problems will still be here after I make love to you. We can talk about it afterwards.”
I wasn’t sure if I agreed with his reasoning, since sex just made things more complicated, but my body refused to cooperate with my mind when he returned his attention to my nipple. He scraped his teeth against the taut bud and somehow the material of my shirt just heightened the sensation. My head tipped back as I moaned, lost in a whirlpool of desire. I let go of everything besides my desire to be with Logan because it was impossible to do anything else.
“Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. Although I felt shy saying those words, they just slipped out of my mouth of their own volition. I had been incredibly turned on when he had spoken plainly and crudely to me last night, and I couldn’t deny the desire to hear him speak to me that way again. Instead of it feeling demeaning, it made me feel empowered and outrageously hot.
Logan raised his head and gave me a l
ook of supreme male satisfaction. The gleam in his eye told me how much my request had pleased him and he obliged with an intensity that set me on fire.
“Take your shirt off so I can suck on your nipples without it in the way,” he commanded in a low voice. I followed his order and gripped the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it to the floor. He gazed down at my bared breasts, lifting his hand to graze a tightened peak. “Do you know how pretty they are? They’re made for me to bite and suck on.” He glanced back up at me, his eyes dark. “Beg me to suck on them.”
I felt myself flush, both from arousal and bashfulness. My lust won out, and I heard myself speak, the words coming more easily than I thought they would. “Please suck my nipples. Suck on them and bite them until I go crazy.”
Triumph flickered in his eyes before he obliged with a fierceness that took my breath away. I could only moan as he suckled on first one nipple and then the other with abandon. The pressure of his mouth was intense, and the fleeting pain I experienced just intensified the pleasure as he tugged hard on each peak of my breasts, using his teeth just as much as his tongue.
We were both breathing hard when he lifted his head. I looked down at myself, even more turned on by what I saw. My breasts were marked with red where his stubble had scraped across them, as well as several places where he had bitten me just hard enough to leave a mark. My normally rosy pink nipples were dark and engorged by my arousal and the attentions of Logan’s mouth.
“Are you wet?” he asked in a rough voice.
“Yes,” I said, my earlier timidity vanishing. “My pussy is so wet and aching.”
“Show me.”
He pulled back so I had room to push down my shorts. I stepped out of them, completely naked now because I hadn’t been wearing any panties. I felt a perverse thrill from being entirely exposed while Logan was still fully dressed. But the desire to see his body outweighed that feeling.
“Can I take off your shirt?” I asked, already reaching for it. He stopped me before I could do anything.
“Not until you show me your pussy. I want to see how wet it is.”
My breath caught in my throat and I leaned back against the arm of the couch, parting my legs. I knew it was impossible to miss how aroused I was as his gaze dropped to between my thighs.
“Show me more. I want to see you touch yourself.”
There was no room for shyness as desire consumed me, and I reached down, keeping my eyes on Logan. I traced the lips of my arousal, picking up moisture, and then settled on my clit which was swollen and throbbing. My breathing quickened as I stroked myself, feeling as aroused by Logan’s eyes on me as I was by my fingers. The harsh lines on his face deepened as he watched me, his breathing becoming more labored.
“Describe to me what you’re doing,” he ordered in a guttural voice.
My voice was breathy when I spoke and I strained to pull words together into intelligible sentences. “I’m stroking my clit. It’s aching so much it almost hurts when I touch it, but it feels so good, too. Having you watch me while I touch myself turns me on so much.”
“Put your fingers in your pussy. I want to watch you fuck yourself.”
I felt like I was in a trance as I followed Logan’s commands. In that moment, I would have done anything he asked. I whimpered as I pushed one finger inside of me, and then two. I braced myself on the arm of the couch with one hand as I used the other to thrust in and out of myself. My hips bucked forward as I quickened the pace, feeling pressure mount between my legs. My eyes fluttered shut as I lost myself to pure sensation.
I suddenly felt hands on my thighs and I looked down, disoriented. Logan was kneeling in front of me with his head between my legs. He seemed out of control as he reached up around my thighs and lifted them so that were resting over his shoulders. My hand fell away as he dove between my legs with abandon, licking and sucking like he was a starved man. The sensation was intense, and I wanted to cry out but there wasn’t enough breath left in my lungs. It was all I could do to hang onto the arm of the couch and not crumple to the floor.
“I love your sweet pussy,” he muttered against me, and I was no longer sure if he was saying it for my benefit or for his own. At this point, I didn’t care. He stiffened his tongue and pushed it inside of me, imitating what I was sure he would do to me later. I made a noise that sounded more animal than human as he continued his sensual assault. My legs couldn’t hold me anymore and I felt myself sliding down. Logan caught me by the waist before I could fall and cradled me in his arms, swiftly moving me so that I was sitting on the couch. He kneeled, resuming his place between my legs, and I gasped when he gripped my hips and abruptly pulled me forward so that I was on the edge of the cushion. With my legs splayed, I was completely open to him.
He reached out and stroked my clit, making me shift restlessly and press into his hand.
“This belongs to me.” His voice was hoarse but that didn’t take away from the steely intent of his statement. “Say it.”
“It belongs to you. My pussy belongs to you.” Instead of protesting against feeling like an inanimate object like I had before, I reveled in his words of ownership. I had never experienced anything so erotic in my life, and I wanted to drown in it. Even seeing the wetness of my arousal on his chin made me hotter.