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“Like you’re so desperate for me,” he whispers. “Are you? Are you desperate for me like I am for you?”
Those words, his hands, all this feeling sets me on edge like never before. My answer is just a moan as his fingers pump into me, and his mouth meets mine again, his tongue matching the rhythm of his fingers. Our sounds are getting swallowed up by starving mouths.
“Are you going to come all over my hand?” He smiles.
“I think so.” I nod, out of breath, in a frenzy. I can give him some hope, I can give myself some, too. But who knows if I’ll get there.
“I hope so,” he grins.
And I can’t help it when I begin to move, my body aching for release. I should be embarrassed by how I ride his hand, relishing in this chase for my pleasure. But God if it doesn’t feel amazing. And damn if he isn’t encouraging and patient and so fucking hot as he’s beside me bringing me to what feels like the edge of oblivion.
“Let go, Julie,” he says in my ear, his teeth grazing along my throat, across my chest. “Let me take care of you.”
My eyes are closed, head tilted upward, my body as tight as a wire. Something taut and ready to snap. But this is always the hard part: getting over that hump. Letting that wire snap. Letting everything go.
My mind races a mile a minute, my thoughts run free.
“Hey. Come back to me,” Logan says above me, and my eyes open immediately. He’s studying me intensely, head cocked to the side, those eyes burning into mine.
His eyes … I don’t look at them enough. We’re too busy dancing temple to temple, but his eyes are the most perfect shade of brown.
“You’re good with your hands, too,” I blurt out and he smiles, something devious and heavenly in one.
“Am I?” He pushes in deeper, his thumb pressing down on my clit harder, and all I can do is cry out in response. “I’m also good with my mouth, if we’re listing all my talents,” he adds, smugly. And it doesn’t have any right to be as hot as it is. “Can I kiss you here, too?”
“Fuck yes,” I nod frantically, my body already reeling from every euphoric feeling it can manage. If he goes down on me, I don’t know how long I will last. How foreign this feeling was to me just months ago.
His kisses trail down my body as he reaches for my underwear and pulls them off.
“Fuck.”
I let my smile show that time.
“Lay back,” he orders. His voice has lost some of the lightness, replaced with a tight, low tone.
I oblige immediately, watching him watch me, drinking me in like I’m all he’s ever wanted. This feeling is nothing short of powerful.
“Fucking look at you, Julie. Who the hell wouldn’t want to take their time with you?”
He places one sweet, perfect kiss on my inner thigh and then his mouth is on me, one thorough lick that has me falling right into this mattress and gasping for air. His fingers pump into me slowly, and his tongue is now exploring all of me expertly.
Heisgood with his mouth, too, and I’m reaping all the benefits. His head between my thighs feels like the most perfect thing. Everything—every new touch, new action, new step—continues to feel like the best thing. He grabs my hand and brings it to his hair, and all I can do is wrap my fingers around his messy strands and cry out for him. My legs are shaking, and this perfect feeling is reaching new levels, everything heightened.
He moves his fingers leaving me painfully empty and I whine in response. His laugh against my thigh is soft and sweet. “Can’t get enough?”
His hands grab my thighs to pull me closer and wrap them around his head, one swift move that has me gasping at the action, almost wanting to pull away.
“Don’t,” he says. “Don’t get shy with me, Julie.” He bites the inside of my thigh, his eyes watching me intensely.
There’s no reason to be shy here, I realize. Not when I can see how much he wants me, too. Not when I’ve spent so many years trapped in shame, aching to get out, to now be presented with him: somebody who is shamelessly devouring me in every sense of the word. And so, I relax my legs and wrap myself around him as much as I can, basking in this want. In this desire and lust and everything my body is craving.
His fingers find their way inside me again, and his mouth follows, something messy and damn near magical at once. Something sinful and delicious and every bit worth it. My legs tremble even more as I climb to new, practically undiscoveredlevels. The feeling inside me builds and builds. When I crash, it might destroy me, and it will all be worth it.
“You’re doing so good, too,” he says, then puts his mouth on me once more.
And that’s it. Everything within me explodes. I let go and jump. My body shakes with immediate relief, and I cry out from the feeling of free falling as he watches my body writhe, ravenous. He doesn’t pull away at first, staying put firmly between my legs, like it’s the only place he wants to be. Once he does, I’m still breathing heavy, aftershocks coursing through me.
“Fuck,” he says as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
