Chapter 16 - Logan #2
“Really? You’re still talking about insurance?” She plants her fists on her hips. Her breasts jiggling with the movement, and I can’t hold back anymore—I reach out and cup them, massaging them gently. They look so pale and smooth in contrast with my sun-darkened, rough hands.
“Oral health is important. The better to taste you with, my dear.” I suck her left breast into my mouth.
Her laugh comes out like a breathless huff. “Of all the oral jokes in the world, that’s the one you went with?” She grumbles about how sweaty she is, pushing my face away from her chest.
“I don’t care,” I whisper. I suckle her breast with long, deep pulls before I release it. “We also have vision too. The better to see you with, my dear.” I nuzzle the neglected breast in apology for having to wait so long before drawing it deep into my mouth.
Sierra moans. “You’re such a dork.” Her fingertips brush across my chest and trace achingly sweet whispers along my skin.
I try to pull down her leggings from underneath her harness, but it keeps catching.
“It’s like a goddamn chastity belt,” I complain.
Sierra can’t stop giggling at that. “You’re just going to get me all tangled up further. Let me step out of it like you’re supposed to.” She removes her harness and peels down her leggings, until she is completely naked. With a groan, I drop to my knees in front of her.
She holds up a hand in front of my face, smiling slightly. “Nuh uh. Oral is a hard no right now. I’m all sweaty.”
“I’d love to lick your sweaty pussy,” I say loyally. “Bathe her with my tongue until she’s all nice and clean.”
Sierra looks scandalized, her face blushing intensely.
I sigh. “But fine. I’ve got ten fingers.
We can make do with them.” I hop up on the relatively flat boulder behind us.
“Come here,” I say, and help her climb up next to me.
I take my time arranging us so we’re comfortable, using our clothes to protect her knees as I move her to straddle my thighs on the boulder.
My heart is pumping so hard I’m afraid it’s going to burst. I know, as much as she says she wants no strings attached, that it’s already too late. I can see the same affection and tenderness I feel for her reflected in her beautiful brown eyes.
Her hands are curled around my shoulders, and I can feel her shaking slightly.
I dip my fingers into her, teasing along her folds, trailing my fingers through her warmth.
I brush against her unbelievably slick and wet entrance, and I take a second to mourn that I won’t be able to slide my cock home into her. Next time.
I hiss as she sinks down on my finger. “There’s my girl. Ride my hand.”
She rocks gently, her breath shallow as she moans lightly. Her head drops to my shoulder helplessly. Sierra unzips my pants and reaches for me. My mouth waters as she pulls me out, heavy and thick and warm in her hand.
She rocks her hips and uses her momentum to slide her hand up my shaft. Precum instantly beads at the tip.
“I’m not going to last,” I warn. My balls are already tight. I wasn’t the one climbing, but now I feel like I am the one hanging onto the edge of a precipice.
“Shh,” she says. “Don’t fight it.” She kisses me sweetly, rocking her hips down as I add another finger inside her, her hand sliding back and forth to the same tempo as her body.
Little flutters vibrate in her smooth, warm channel.
I try to help her get there, curling my fingers in her and circling her swollen nub with my thumb.
She begins to thrust against my hand in earnest. Her back arches, her hand stabilizing herself on my shoulder clenches.
Fingernails bite into my shoulder, but I don’t care.
The feeling of my fingers inside her warm, wet, silken channel, her hand squeezing around my cock as she comes, and I am lost.
She is gasping, still lost in her pleasure that I don’t think she hears me warn her. Bright, white light sparks behind my eyelids as I come with a groan. I crush her to me and hold her tight against my chest.
Eventually, I pull her onto my lap and hug her against me.
I feel vulnerable and a little shaky after the intense experience we shared, and I silently beg for her to hold me back.
She sags against me, boneless, her eyes soft and drowsy from our exertions.
I kiss her hair and the side of her head and the corner of her mouth.
She presses back lightly against every brush of my lips, and my eyes sting a little at the sweetness of it.
I use my shirt to wipe her belly gently and between her thighs clean, ignoring her protests that it’ll ruin it.
“It’s an improvement,” I murmur. “Let’s put yours back on. I don’t want you to get sunburned.”
I help her dress so we can pack up and hike out of the canyon. She insists on going braless, and I don’t argue, though my eyes keep catching onto her swaying breasts under her shirt.
She’s quiet on the way back to the truck, and I hope it’s just a post-sex peace. We settle into the truck.
She turns to me with a smile. “Home?”
My heart skips a beat. “Yeah, let’s go home.”