She’s soaked, her green panties showing wet spots, her sex itself winking at me.
“Fuck, Lucy.”
I groan, taking her panties and pulling them down her thighs. She moves her legs with me, then returns to position, propping them up and open, so her pussy is bared for me,justfor me.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl. “I can smell you.”
“Is that…good?”
“Yes,” I say. “It is. It makes me crazy.”
Her whimpers and her moans get louder when I sink my hands greedily into her thighs, leaning over and bringing my face to her sex.
Her smell wraps around me, tempting, teasing as I open my mouth and bring it to her folds.
I stroke my tongue from one side to the other, then pause at her clit, listening to her panting and insistence. It’s like she wants to snap at me, to beg me, but her shyness holds her back.
Giving into my animal desire and her shy, horny moans, I start to lick her clit faster.
I mean to tease her a little, but then I can’t.
It’s how she moans, even though she’s surprised by their intensity.
It drives me to lick her faster, to consume her clit until I can feel her getting closer, closer….
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Lucy
My body surges with new pleasure, the kind I’ve never felt before.
It’s nothing like when I touch myself, nothing like my fantasies.
Logan freaking Locke is licking my clit so fast I can’t feel any individual movement, just the blasting pressure of it like he’s turned his mouth into a blowtorch, and he’s setting me on fire.
But there’s no pain, just the sensation, the sound of him moaning through the licking motions, and his hands….
I can feel the urgency in his touch, the way he squeezes harder, holding on like he owns me.
As the pressure builds, my pussy tingling hotter and more explosively and nearer to the edge, something Logan said returns to me.
Nobody’s going to hear you.
I let my moans fly louder, unable to stop them even if I wanted to, the sound of his pleasure-seeking grunts mixing with the remembered words in my mind.
This is just for me.
He wants me all to himself, just me, only me, but what about….
With another animal noise of indulgence, Logan slips one hand between my ass and the bed, squeezing down on my cheek as he licks me somehow faster. He must’ve broken a world record, he’s licking me so fast.
The heat builds between my legs.
Looking down through eyes blurred with pleasure, I see his silver head, the shape of his muscular shoulders and his back, his entire being aimed toward me.
His hand looks huge on my thigh, powerful as he squeezes on.
“Yes, yes,” I cry out, or at least I try to.