5. LOGAN
LOGAN
I’ve kissed a lot of women.
I’m talking hundreds or more.
At the risk of sounding like a fucking sap, not even one ever felt like this.
Like I’m on the brink of something huge and exciting.
But also, like I’ve come home to what’s familiar and where I belong.
Like I’ll combust if this kiss ever ends, but it’s okay because I can keep kissing this woman for the rest of my life.
So, I do.
I kiss Lauren until my head spins and makes me dizzy. I feel more turned on than I ever have before. It’s insane how this girl affects me. My dick is granite, and I’ve barely gotten to third base.
She’s probably six inches shorter than I am, but somehow everything matches up perfectly. Like her body was made to fit with mine and I’m feeling things I have no business feeling after barely knowing her an afternoon.
She looks up from under her lashes, big blue eyes blinking, and it hits me how beautiful she is. Without even trying.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
She shakes her head and looks down, blushing lightly. I grab the side of her neck and use my thumb to tilt her head back, so her eyes meet mine.
“Fucking. Gorgeous.” I emphasize both words to make sure she hears me.
Then I kiss her again. Soft at first but quickly deepening to something close to desperate.
My tongue pushes into her mouth, and I pour everything I have into our kiss.
Not stopping until my dick starts to peek out of the waist on my shorts reminding me that we’re still dressed.
I step back and grab my shirt from behind my head to pull it off and toss it to the floor.
Her eyes widen as she takes me in, the desire on her face a match for what I’m feeling.
“You’re the one who’s gorgeous,” she breathes. Her hands move from my shoulders to trail along my clavicle and shoulders, down my arms and back up again. Her touch is soft, almost more exploratory than anything.
She leans in to place a kiss on my chest, it’s soft and somewhat chaste, but it still rocks something in my world that I can’t understand or explain.
I just have this feeling I’m never going to be the same again after her.
Her fingers trail through the hair on my chest and down to the waistband of my shorts.
I see the small smile that creases her face at the catch in my breath.
“Is this okay?” she asks as she releases the button and lowers the zipper.
“So fucking okay,” I say.
“I mean, does it feel good?”
“I don’t know what kind of magic you’re weaving here, woman, but everything you do feels good.”
She smiles again, that same small self-satisfied smile, before lowering her hand into my shorts and running it along the length of my cock.
“Fuck, Lauren,” I groan, throwing my head back.
Her grip tightens as she jacks me slowly with fingers that fondle my balls on the down and trail my length on the up.
I should probably stop her, so I don’t come in my pants like some kind of chump.
But I can’t quite bring myself to. Instead, I wonder what her mouth would feel like if her hands are this good.
I moan at the thought. There’s nothing in this world I want more than to have her lips wrapped around my dick.
As if I spoke aloud, she lowers to her knees in front of me, bringing my shorts and boxers with her as she goes. Shit, maybe I did say it aloud.
Her tongue swipes at the pre-cum on the tip and my knees weaken. When she pulls my length into her mouth, I realize no matter what I thought, I was not prepared to have her blow me. Not in the slightest.
“Holy fuck.” I grab her head mostly for something to hang on to. This is like nothing I’ve experienced before. It’s better. She reaches one hand between my legs to fondle my balls and uses the other at the base of my dick to jack me while she sucks.
“Oh, God, yeah, that’s it. Right there.” I smooth her hair away from her face so I can see my cock moving between those talented lips.
She looks up and meets my gaze; it’s all I can do not to come right then. I reach down under her arms and pull her up. She lets my cock go with a pop and whimpers at the loss.
“Didn’t you like it?”
“It was perfect. You’re perfect. But I’m not going to have the first time I come inside you be in your mouth.
” I pick her up again and capture her lips with mine as she wraps her legs around my waist. We kiss our way into the bedroom where I toss her on the bed.
She bounces a few times before scrambling to the head, turning to face me expectantly.
“There’s something wrong with this picture.” I gesture to her fully clothed body and my completely naked one.
She giggles before grabbing the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head and toss it to the floor. A pink lacy bra is all that’s left covering her breasts, her taut nipples visible under the material.
Damn, maybe I’m a breast guy after all.
But the joke’s on me because when she pushes her shorts off, all I can do is stare. Matching pink lace panties barely cover the sweetness that waits between her legs. My mouth waters.
She’s breathtaking.
I kneel at the end of the bed and her legs fall open further for me. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it. I grab her feet and pull until she’s prone and I can work my shoulders between her thighs, resting my chin on her pelvis.
“Are you going to…”
“Eat your pussy until I’m so full I can’t move? Yes.” I rub my nose against the satin of her panties.
“Oh!” she gasps.
“You smell amazing,” I groan, breathing in.
“I haven’t… I mean, I’m not…” she stammers.
I nudge her clit with my nose and chin.
“Oh, God, that feels good, Logan.”
I lick along the edges of her thong, slipping my tongue underneath every so often just to get a hint of what I’ll soon be feasting on. Her body writhes in response; she’s already into it, and we’ve barely started. Her panties are soaked, and she tastes incredible.
Her hands grab at my hair, pulling me closer. “Please, Logan.”
I can’t wait any longer after that. I throw her legs over my shoulders, yank her panties to the side, and plunge my tongue inside her.
“Ohmigod!” She starts to sit up, her muscles taut. I use one hand to pin down her chest and the other across her hips to hold them in place as I fuck her with my mouth. Her taste is addicting, I can’t get my fill. I want to devour her whole, knowing that still won’t be enough.
Her cries grow louder, spurring me on.
I alternate sucking on her engorged clit and flicking it with my tongue. My fingers work their way into her pussy seeking out that special spot to make her scream. She doesn’t disappoint.
Her thighs clamp around my head as her taste floods my mouth. I’m surrounded by the essence of Lauren, and she is magnificent. She rides out her orgasm screaming my name. One of us growls, I’m sure it’s me, and I grip her hips tighter to smother my face in all that she is.
I’m starving for her. Ravenous and out of control.
I never want this to end.
She tries to push my head away and close her legs at the same time. “No more, oh my God. I need a second. That was intense. Holy shit, Logan.”
Only then do I pull back. My hand runs over my mouth as I drink her in. Body spent and slouching against the pillows on the bed, hair sticking up everywhere, face flushed, lips swollen, bra up around her neck and panties askew, legs still open.
“Fuck you’re beautiful.” I reach out to caress her cheek. She leans into my palm and for just a moment, we stay lost in each other’s eyes. I kind of like it there. She turns so she’s lying on the bed and pulls me toward her until I’m on top. Her legs wrap around my waist, and her lips meet mine.
“You’re the one who’s beautiful,” she says, alternating words and kisses.
“Are you just going to keep complimenting me with my compliments to you?”
“It’s not my fault you fried my brain. I can’t think on my own.” Her eyes sparkle in the fading light.
“I aim to please.”
“That’s never happened before.”
“What part?” I ask, brushing her hair from her eyes.
“All of it.”
“Coming? Having a guy go down on you? Coming when a guy goes down on you?”
“I’ve never had a guy give me an orgasm or go down on me.”
“How is that possible?” I’m amazed the guys she’s been with before haven’t wanted to bow down and worship at the altar of Lauren; please her in every and any way possible.
She shrugs, a coy smile on her face.
“Challenge accepted,” I say.
She laughs. “What does that mean?”
“I’m going to see how many different ways I can make you come tonight, beautiful.”
“Bring it,” she says impishly, making me laugh.
I realize, I could totally fall for this woman; and maybe I already have.