“Mmm.” he moans against my skin, “How do you want to?”
I shrug my shoulders, and he bites me again.
“Words, honey. Use your words.”
“I want you inside me.” I whisper, my cheeks turning red.
Logan smiles, then starts trailing kisses down my stomach, going lower and lower.
“I haven't even tasted you yet, don't you want that?”
I hesitate, because I’m unsure.
“I…” I stutter, and he leans up, looking at me.
“What's the matter?”
I blush harder, embarrassed. “I’ve never had that done.” I say, my voice quiet.
I watch his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“Never? Not even..” he trails off, because he doesn't have to say it.
“No. Never. I was always too self conscious.”
He nuzzles his nose against my stomach, “Can I?” he asks, planting kisses all over my stomach.
I start to nod, but remember he wants words.
“Yes, please.”
He smiles, and undoes my belt, then my pants.
Sliding them down my legs, leaving me completely bare, save for my ivory lace thong.
A low growl rumbles up his throat, and it sends a wave of pleasure through me. I never knew that sound could be arousing.
“Absolutely beautiful.” he says as he looks over me.
He leans down between my legs, and starts kissing my inner thighs. I squirm, needing to feel his mouth on me. Eager to know what that feels like.
But he keeps up with the slow kisses on one side, then moves to the other.
Then, finally, he moves to the waistband of my underwear, grabbing it between his teeth, and pulling them down.
I feel his warm breath on me, and that alone has me going wild.
Logan slides his hands up the sides of my thighs, grabbing my hips, and then I feel his tongue on me.
He’s gentle, and slow, and the feeling has me arching and moaning and on the verge of combusting.
“Oh my god.” I moan, and he hums his approval against me.
He starts working his tongue in slow, torturous circles, and I can feel my orgasm building already.
My hands come up, tangling in his hair, and he moans into me.
He switches back and forth between slow upward licks, and circles that have me losing my mind.