had to give.
Balancing on one elbow, Logan pulled her sweater over her
head and stared at her breasts as if he hadn’t ravished them less than
twenty-four hours ago. She’d never had a man look at her so reverently before,
with hunger and desire and awe all mixed together. He swiped his talented
tongue across the upper swell of her breasts then did it again before lifting
his mouth to trail kisses along her jawline and down her neck, pausing to plant
an open-mouthed kiss at the hollow of her neck where her pulse beat
frantically.
Shifting his position, he flicked open the front clasp of
her bra and took one of her aching buds into his mouth. The combination of his
wet heat and the suction he applied sent shafts of lightning arrowing through
her. Little sounds of pleasure rolled from her mouth as she arched herself into
his touch. His hand kneaded the other breast, squeezing it and pinching the rosy
tip between thumb and forefinger.
“I could spend hours just feasting on these,” he said. “I
love your nipples. They’re like ripe berries.” He bit gently on first one then
the other. “Your taste makes me crazy.”
He took his time, sucking and nipping and pulling until
Rebecca wanted to scream at him to get on with it. She finally worked her hands
between them and pulled at the snaps on his shirt. She thrust her hands inside
the open material, almost desperate to feel his skin, the hard wall of muscle
and the springy curls that covered it. When her fingertips came in contact with
his flat nipples she scraped her nails lightly over the pebbled tips, drawing a
faint groan from him.
Logan sat up abruptly. “We have too many clothes on. Hold on
a minute. Don’t move.”
Rebecca lay back on the pillows, her body vibrating with
need, watching as Logan swiftly undressed. Her mouth watered as his cock sprang
free, full and swollen, the head a dark purple. She wanted it inside her. Now.
Then he went about the business of undressing her, removing
her unclasped bra first and taking a moment to graze each nipple with his
teeth. Unzipping her jeans, he slid them down her legs along with her panties
and tossed both items to the side. He paused a moment, his gaze taking in every
naked inch of her body. Then he knelt on the bed between her thighs and
proceeded to kiss every inch of exposed skin, lingering on her navel, the seam
where hip and thigh joined, the skin just above the curls covering her mound.
At last he opened the lips of her pussy and flicked his
tongue in one long slide from end to end and back, taking care to swirl the tip
around her clit. He did it again, then lapped at the wet pink flesh surrounding
her opening. She bent her legs and planted her feet, arching up to him.
More. I want more. I want everything .
When at last he thrust his tongue inside her the muscles of
her cunt clamped down on it and the first tremors of orgasm rolled up from deep
inside her. Logan used his mouth to carry her over the edge and beyond, not
lifting his head until he’d wrung every last spasm from her, every last twitch
of response.
When he lifted his head his lips were gleaming with her
juices. He kissed her—sharing her taste with her, a sharp taste that mingled
with Logan’s own particular masculine flavor. The flavors mingling on her
tongue were a sharp aphrodisiac, arousing her even as her body lay sated
beneath him.
Rebecca smoothed her hands over the taut muscles of his
shoulders and his back, loving the feel of his skin and the lay of muscles
beneath it. And all the while he was kissing his way down her body again,
taking his time as he had before so that no spot on her body was left untouched
or untasted. As he used his mouth and tongue and hands her body responded and
the desire inside her grew and grew.
Her skin was ultrasensitive, as if the top layer had been
peeled back and all her nerve endings were exposed. At every touch of Logan’s
mouth or tongue pleasure bubbled through her. The tremors in the muscles
Balancing on one elbow, Logan pulled her sweater over her
head and stared at her breasts as if he hadn’t ravished them less than
twenty-four hours ago. She’d never had a man look at her so reverently before,
with hunger and desire and awe all mixed together. He swiped his talented
tongue across the upper swell of her breasts then did it again before lifting
his mouth to trail kisses along her jawline and down her neck, pausing to plant
an open-mouthed kiss at the hollow of her neck where her pulse beat
frantically.
Shifting his position, he flicked open the front clasp of
her bra and took one of her aching buds into his mouth. The combination of his
wet heat and the suction he applied sent shafts of lightning arrowing through
her. Little sounds of pleasure rolled from her mouth as she arched herself into
his touch. His hand kneaded the other breast, squeezing it and pinching the rosy
tip between thumb and forefinger.
“I could spend hours just feasting on these,” he said. “I
love your nipples. They’re like ripe berries.” He bit gently on first one then
the other. “Your taste makes me crazy.”
He took his time, sucking and nipping and pulling until
Rebecca wanted to scream at him to get on with it. She finally worked her hands
between them and pulled at the snaps on his shirt. She thrust her hands inside
the open material, almost desperate to feel his skin, the hard wall of muscle
and the springy curls that covered it. When her fingertips came in contact with
his flat nipples she scraped her nails lightly over the pebbled tips, drawing a
faint groan from him.
Logan sat up abruptly. “We have too many clothes on. Hold on
a minute. Don’t move.”
Rebecca lay back on the pillows, her body vibrating with
need, watching as Logan swiftly undressed. Her mouth watered as his cock sprang
free, full and swollen, the head a dark purple. She wanted it inside her. Now.
Then he went about the business of undressing her, removing
her unclasped bra first and taking a moment to graze each nipple with his
teeth. Unzipping her jeans, he slid them down her legs along with her panties
and tossed both items to the side. He paused a moment, his gaze taking in every
naked inch of her body. Then he knelt on the bed between her thighs and
proceeded to kiss every inch of exposed skin, lingering on her navel, the seam
where hip and thigh joined, the skin just above the curls covering her mound.
At last he opened the lips of her pussy and flicked his
tongue in one long slide from end to end and back, taking care to swirl the tip
around her clit. He did it again, then lapped at the wet pink flesh surrounding
her opening. She bent her legs and planted her feet, arching up to him.
More. I want more. I want everything .
When at last he thrust his tongue inside her the muscles of
her cunt clamped down on it and the first tremors of orgasm rolled up from deep
inside her. Logan used his mouth to carry her over the edge and beyond, not
lifting his head until he’d wrung every last spasm from her, every last twitch
of response.
When he lifted his head his lips were gleaming with her
juices. He kissed her—sharing her taste with her, a sharp taste that mingled
with Logan’s own particular masculine flavor. The flavors mingling on her
tongue were a sharp aphrodisiac, arousing her even as her body lay sated
beneath him.
Rebecca smoothed her hands over the taut muscles of his
shoulders and his back, loving the feel of his skin and the lay of muscles
beneath it. And all the while he was kissing his way down her body again,
taking his time as he had before so that no spot on her body was left untouched
or untasted. As he used his mouth and tongue and hands her body responded and
the desire inside her grew and grew.
Her skin was ultrasensitive, as if the top layer had been
peeled back and all her nerve endings were exposed. At every touch of Logan’s
mouth or tongue pleasure bubbled through her. The tremors in the muscles
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