“That’s it, B. Just like that.”
I love that he’s encouraging me. It frees me to do what otherwise might feel embarrassing, or like I’m doing something wrong, taking pleasure for myself, using him to find my release.
He slides his hands over my ass and spreads my legs further apart, and I hit a spot and – “Oh god, oh Logan!”
“That’s it, gorgeous.”
“Oh, god!” I come hard, hazily aware of hearing my cries echo out across the water. Logan keeps hold of my hips, helping me grind down on his hardness as the waves of pleasure come.
It’s a release that’s been building for a long time.
“I don’t think you’re done yet, B.”
He yanks up the bottom of my blouse, pushes my bra cups aside and takes one of my breasts in his mouth as if he’s starving for it. It’s so different from Knox’s slow approach, which I enjoyed thoroughly, but Logan’s seeming desperation thrills me.
He sucks on my nipples and twists them between his fingers while he buries his head between my breasts. Meanwhile, a hand still on my hip, he pushes me against his erection. I’ve barely gotten over the first orgasm, and his actions are quickly bringing on another.
I rock on his lap while he feasts on my breasts, and I go up and over again, crying out yet again, feeling like I’m floating away on the night breeze.
It’s wonderful to be able to enjoy my orgasm, rather than be startled and horrified by it like I was on my birthday. With Logan helping me, I’m surprised at how long the pleasure can last – so much longer than when I’ve gotten myself off by myself in my bed.
His cock is rock hard under his jeans. Only a few layers of fabric separate us. What would it be like to peel off my wet panties and sink onto his bare cock? The thought of it adds several more blissful waves to my climax.
When the pleasure recedes, I collapse against Logan, who doesn’t let go of my hips. “That was so fucking hot, B.”
I grin against his chest, then look up at him.
“Can I touch you? There?” His eyes glance down meaningfully between my legs.
I swallow and nod, sitting up straighter to give him room.
His hand reaches under my skirt – which is almost up around my waist anyway – and two fingers slip inside my panties. I draw in a breath as he gently touches my slick folds. His fingers push between my legs before gliding back, sliding over my clit.
“You’re so wet and swollen, B.”
“Can I touch you?”
His eyes darken. “Not here, not tonight. Another time.” He slips his fingers out of my underwear and I can’t help but frown.
“That’s not fair.”
“You don’t have to do anything, B. This is about your pleasure.” His eyes drop down to my breasts, which are still bare, and he bites his lip.
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” I move my hands to his abs and slide them down toward his belt. “I’m supposed to be learning, aren’t I?”
Logan lets out a breath and reaches for his belt but I put my hands over his. “Can I do it?”
He groans as he moves his hands away. I undo the buckle and the snap. The zipper takes some effort, and when I finally get it down, I let my hand drift further down and over the beastly bulge still covered by denim.
His breathing changes as I explore the length and width of what I’m about to expose. I suck in my own breath, both excitement and fear passing through me. There’s a lot here to explore.
Logan slides me off of his lap and onto the bench beside him, and then he lifts his hips and tugs his jeans down to his thighs. He’s wearing white briefs under the jeans, and they strain to contain the stiff rod that’s tenting them into a very enticing yet intimidating shape.
My mouth waters as I reach out my hand and stroke his fabric-covered cock. It’s huge.
“Wow,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Logan chuckles. He lifts his hips again and tugs down his briefs, and his cock springs free, bobbing a bit before coming to rest, pointing toward his chest.
I run a single finger over the length of him, the skin on his shaft soft and velvety, and patterned with veins. The head of his cock is thick and marked with few drops of moisture.
“Don’t be shy,” Logan says, sounding gentle but slightly amused. He cups his fist around the base of his cock and slides his hand to the head, stretching it with this motion before releasing it. I follow his example, though my hand doesn’t reach all the way around the base like his did. I slide my hand slowly upward, release it, and repeat.