Page 83 of Everything Has Changed
Feeling like I need to touch him so badly that I might go insane, I reach out and start to unbutton his jeans. I don’t get far as his hand enveloped both of mine in his grasp.
He shakes his head when I look up, pleading with my eyes to let me touch him.
“Baby, if you touch me right now, I’m bound to embarrass myself. Besides, I’ve been dying to have a taste of you, and I don’t think I can last any longer.”
Dropping to his knees in front of me, I gasp as his hands grip my thighs so hard I wonder if they will leave bruises. I almost wish they would so that tomorrow when I wake up I can remind myself this wasn’t a dream.
Falling back on his heels, his eyes trail behind his hands as they slowly push my skirt up. Revealing more and more skin with every inch until he stops at the hips.
His eyes flash up to me. “Lift for me, baby,” he demands.
Without another word, I do just that. Lifting my hips so he can flip my skirt up. My body flushes as I watch him lick his lips while staring down at my black lace covered pussy like it’s his last meal.
Slowly, his hands finish their trip up my thighs, stopping right where I needed him the most. I start to lower my hips, but he stops me with a look. Our eyes stay locked as he hooks his fingers on either side of my panties, pulling down slowly, exposing my wet center. He maintains the eye contact we have as he slides the lace down my legs, removing one then the other. In my periphery, I watch as he pockets the scrap of fabric.
He pushes down lightly on me, silently signaling me to drop down again. That only lasts for a second, though, as he pulls me to the edge of the couch. Finally, he releases our gaze only for him to lock on to my exposed pussy.
We don’t say a word as the band continues on below, leaving the perfect background music for the moment. The bass travels from the first floor, through the ground, and into our bodies.
Logan’s thumb traces my outer lips, and I jolt at the contact. A whimper escapes me when he places it directly over my clit. He grins down at me as he dips down to my wettest part and brings it back to swirl my clit again. When he removes his touch, I almost weep at the loss of contact, only to watch him taste me off of his thumb. His eyes close briefly before opening back up, brighter than ever before.
“Even better than I could have imagined.”
I don’t have time to respond, not that I could formulate a sentence right now. Because Logan dips his head at the same time he angles me up to meet his mouth. And then he begins to feast like a man starved.
I cry out in pure pleasure. Not a care in the world that anyone could hear me if they were in the section next to us. My hands dive into his hair, gripping the long strands out of fear I might actually float away in this moment.
Logan’s tongue dips into me, gathering my wetness as he explores every inch of my pussy. And when I think the feeling can’t get anymorespectacular, I feel his finger against my entrance. My eyes pop open, glancing down at the man bringing me to pleasure I’ve only ever read about in a book, only to find him watching me. I writhe against his mouth as we stare at each other. A silent agreement to keep my eyes on him that I instantly abide by.
Barely removing his mouth from me, he slowly enters a finger into me.
“Good girl,” he praises, and my hips buck wildly at the words.
Fingers still in his hair, I guide him back to my pussy. He chuckles against me, sending another wave of pleasure through me as his breath is on my most sensitive area. I feel like a live wire ready to explode as he continues his feast. My body begins to shake as I feel my entire being elevate to a height I never believed to be capable of.
When he adds one more finger into me, curling both of them up, I lose all control, pressing my core against his face as I convulse. My eyes squeeze shut while fireworks dance behind my lids. Reaching the precipice, I release my hold on his hair, only for him to lace his free hand with mine and guide me back down to earth.
One last lick from Logan and I twitch from the overwhelming sensation as I return to normal.
Somehow, I ended up flat on my back on the couch. My eyes are screwed shut as my breathing tries to level out. I feel my skirt cover my lower half back up before the warmth of him falls over me.
I peek my eyes back open to find him leaning over me with a satisfied grin on his lips, glistening with my essence. I reach up, brushing back a lock of hair that fell over his forehead, then guide his lips down to mine.
I could count on one hand the number of times a guy has attempted to get me off with oral with none of them succeeding. But I could count on one finger the amount of times I was so overwhelminglyhappy afterward that I didn’t care if the guy was covered in me; I just needed to kiss him. And that was this moment, as I lazily locked lips with Logan.
It’s awfully hard to kiss when you’re so happy you can’t stop smiling, but also so tired you can barely move from the intense orgasm he gave you.
Doesn’t stop me from reaching down, ready and incredibly willing to return the favor. Logan just chuckles and stops my descent, placing one more kiss on my lips before pulling me up to a sitting position.
My face contorts in confusion. My lower lip juts out in a pout that has him tracing skin with his thumb.
“Don’t look at me like that right now, baby. I’m barely hanging on.”
“Then why can’t I reciprocate?”
He chuckles and looks behind him, and I realize the crowd is cheering loudly while Frederick thanks them for coming out tonight.
I slap a hand over my face, which has Logan grinning stupidly.
