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My hands hold her hips firmly, while my head travels south. Every beautiful inch of her body deserving of worship. I want to know every dip and curve, to memorize them. From her cute belly button to the freckle on her left hip, I want to learn it all.
Closer and closer I edge my way to the prize, the delicate scent of her arousal beckoning me like the siren song of legends. At the juncture of her thighs, I bury my face into the triangle of red lace, breathing in deeply.
I lift her leg over my shoulder, then move the thin strip of lace to the side. Again, I regret not having turned a light on. Allie deserves to be in a spotlight displayed fully to my gaze. Her butt rises up off the cushion.
“Logan,” she pants out, and I know she’s already close. Her pussy glistens even in the low lights. She’s dripping wet for me, and it feels like I’ve won the lottery.
I swipe my index finger slowly along her folds, coating it in her juices.
“Fuck I want to devour you.”
She murmurs my name softly, then brings my head down to her pussy with surprising strength. I think I may have rendered her speechless.
My tongue follows the same path my finger did through her swollen soaking folds. A mouthwatering sweet taste coats my tongue. The zipper on my jeans embeds itself further into my dick that strains painfully behind it. I desperately want to sink balls deep into her heat. Just not tonight.
Tonight is about her forgetting, not about making new memories. Her pleasure is my priority and I’ll deal with my hard problem by myself later.
I lightly circle my thumb across her clit while my tongue slides up and down, penetrating the entrance of her channel on a final sweep. My palms reach to grip her gorgeous ass, holding her tightly to my mouth as I feast on her.
Her body bucks uncontrollably.
Her head thrashes side to side against the cushion.
Her nails dig into my scalp, placing her own mark on me.
“Logan …” she begs in a husky voice that holds no shame in asking for more.
My name on her lips seems to have a direct line of communication to my cock. “Soon, Sunshine,” I grind out almost sounding as desperate as her.
I thrust two fingers knuckle deep into her tight channel. Her pants come faster as she rides my hand hard. My fingers sinking deeper as she takes what her body demands. In less than a minute, she’s screaming out her release. Her inner walls attempting to cut off my circulation. Still, she continues to writhe in my arms, my hand twisting and turning with each of her movements. This would feel fucking amazing on my cock, but I try to block the thought from my head.
With an increase in the friction of my tongue against her clit, I curl my fingers deep inside her, feeling her walls spasm around them again. She gasps out through another orgasm. She falls apart in my arms again, digging her nails into my shoulders before finally going limp in my arms. Drained of her pleasure.
Her muscles finally relax their grip of my fingers, and I slowly ease my hand from her panties.
So much for me showing restraint. I’m a grown-ass man and I just came in my fucking jeans. I watch the emotions roll across her face, hoping she can’t see the embarrassing secret plastered all over my own.
I shift uncomfortably to crawl back up her body, making sure to angle my hips away as I lay back next to her. Hopefully the blanket will give me enough cover until I can deal with my problem. She stretches her legs along the length of the sofa, then lays her head on my chest, her face nuzzling into the crook of my neck.
“It’s been a big night,” I say, slowly stroking my hand across her head. Glossy chestnut strands of her hair slip through my fingers. I always wondered if it was as soft as it looked. It is.
She looks up at me. A question on the tip of her tongue but before she can speak, I jump in, “You need to get to bed.”
Instantly, the hope I could read so clearly on her face is shrouded in a mask. “Yes, of course.” She unpeels her arms and legs from me, leaving only a warm imprint on my chest which quickly cools. This is for the best. At least until this business about the threats is sorted out. She needs a friend more than she needs a lover at the moment.
She bends to pick up her dress from the floor beside the sofa and quickly puts it on.
“You’re not joining me are you?” she asks, sounding like she’s lost a puppy.
“Allie, it’s for the best.” Even to my own ears, I don’t sound convincing. “Good night.”
“Logan, thank you. You did help me forget. Good night.” She offers me a weak smile, then walks away.
I get up slowly and walk toward my own bedroom. I need a fucking shower.
Chapter seventeen
Allie
