overwhelming. It enveloped her totally, swamped her, and still he didn’t stop. Still, his tongue fluttered and circled her clit. Still, his finger flexed inside her.
The pleasure was insane, all-consuming, and it went on and on and on, one orgasm running into another until she was blind and deaf and dumb with it. Until her body had dropped away and she was nothing but pure, absolute sensation. And still he didn’t stop.
No more! she gasped finally. I can’t take it—
You’ll take it , he growled. I need more. I need everything. He pulled her clit between his teeth and bit down softly.
Logan! Her body convulsed again, harder than it ever had before, and suddenly it wasn’t enough. She wanted to pleasure him, as well, wanted him to feel just a little bit of what she was experiencing.
Believe me, A stor, I feel it. Touching you brings me more pleasure than—
She took one hand off the chair she’d been gripping, reached behind her and rubbed him through the thick fabric of his jeans. He groaned, thrust against her palm, and then he was naked, his cock hot and hard and satiny against her palm.
She wanted to take her time, to explore him—even if it was just a fantasy—but his mouth was still on her, his tongue fluttering against her clit and her labia before thrusting inside her.
She cried out as another orgasm hit, her hand sliding up and down his cock as she thrust herself against his mouth.
Fuck, damn, shit. A stor, you can’t —His hand came over hers, started to unwind her fingers, but she whimpered and tightened her grip. Not enough to cause him pain, she hoped, but enough to let him know she wasn’t giving up.
He didn’t take much convincing. Suddenly, his hand was moving over hers, lifting and lowering her palm and fingers on his cock as he taught her what he liked and how to pleasure him.
She was leaning back now, her back arched, her thighs trembling a little with the strain. She started to move so that she could pleasure him better, but his hand came back to her hip, held her in place directly over his mouth. One flick of his talented tongue and she was coming again, spiraling out into the night, head over heels, floating, floating, floating . . .
But then it didn’t matter because he was coming, too, his big body jerking beneath her as he spurted, warm and wet and silky, against her hand.
When Logan came back to himself, he was standing thigh deep in the lake, his hand fisted around his dick and the remnants of a powerful orgasm still working their way through him.
What the hell was that? he wondered when he could finally think again. What the hell had just happened? One minute he’d been thinking about fucking Cecily, and the next minute he’d been right there, his mouth on her breasts and his dick aching for relief.
He’d made love to women with his mind before—hell, he had to get what joy he could out of this gift. But never one he had not already been with in reality. And never had it been as powerful, as earth-shattering, as what he had just experienced.
After quickly rinsing himself off in the lake, he climbed out and reached for a towel. As he settled onto his sleeping bag—he hadn’t bothered to set up the tent—he stared up at the myriad stars that were just as bright here as they were back in New Mexico. He wondered if Cecily was looking up at the same stars right now, and if she was, if she was thinking of him as he was thinking of her.
A quick mental zap against the barriers he’d hastily erected told him that she was, indeed, doing the same thing he was doing. Which left only one question: what the hell had he gotten himself into?
CHAPTER SIX
C ecily came awake slowly, shocked to find herself lying outside by the pool, her nightgown around her waist. Memories of the night before—of her fantasies about Logan—bombarded her, and she sat up, hastily yanking her gown back into place.
What came over me? she wondered, pressing cold hands to her suddenly hot
The pleasure was insane, all-consuming, and it went on and on and on, one orgasm running into another until she was blind and deaf and dumb with it. Until her body had dropped away and she was nothing but pure, absolute sensation. And still he didn’t stop.
No more! she gasped finally. I can’t take it—
You’ll take it , he growled. I need more. I need everything. He pulled her clit between his teeth and bit down softly.
Logan! Her body convulsed again, harder than it ever had before, and suddenly it wasn’t enough. She wanted to pleasure him, as well, wanted him to feel just a little bit of what she was experiencing.
Believe me, A stor, I feel it. Touching you brings me more pleasure than—
She took one hand off the chair she’d been gripping, reached behind her and rubbed him through the thick fabric of his jeans. He groaned, thrust against her palm, and then he was naked, his cock hot and hard and satiny against her palm.
She wanted to take her time, to explore him—even if it was just a fantasy—but his mouth was still on her, his tongue fluttering against her clit and her labia before thrusting inside her.
She cried out as another orgasm hit, her hand sliding up and down his cock as she thrust herself against his mouth.
Fuck, damn, shit. A stor, you can’t —His hand came over hers, started to unwind her fingers, but she whimpered and tightened her grip. Not enough to cause him pain, she hoped, but enough to let him know she wasn’t giving up.
He didn’t take much convincing. Suddenly, his hand was moving over hers, lifting and lowering her palm and fingers on his cock as he taught her what he liked and how to pleasure him.
She was leaning back now, her back arched, her thighs trembling a little with the strain. She started to move so that she could pleasure him better, but his hand came back to her hip, held her in place directly over his mouth. One flick of his talented tongue and she was coming again, spiraling out into the night, head over heels, floating, floating, floating . . .
But then it didn’t matter because he was coming, too, his big body jerking beneath her as he spurted, warm and wet and silky, against her hand.
When Logan came back to himself, he was standing thigh deep in the lake, his hand fisted around his dick and the remnants of a powerful orgasm still working their way through him.
What the hell was that? he wondered when he could finally think again. What the hell had just happened? One minute he’d been thinking about fucking Cecily, and the next minute he’d been right there, his mouth on her breasts and his dick aching for relief.
He’d made love to women with his mind before—hell, he had to get what joy he could out of this gift. But never one he had not already been with in reality. And never had it been as powerful, as earth-shattering, as what he had just experienced.
After quickly rinsing himself off in the lake, he climbed out and reached for a towel. As he settled onto his sleeping bag—he hadn’t bothered to set up the tent—he stared up at the myriad stars that were just as bright here as they were back in New Mexico. He wondered if Cecily was looking up at the same stars right now, and if she was, if she was thinking of him as he was thinking of her.
A quick mental zap against the barriers he’d hastily erected told him that she was, indeed, doing the same thing he was doing. Which left only one question: what the hell had he gotten himself into?
CHAPTER SIX
C ecily came awake slowly, shocked to find herself lying outside by the pool, her nightgown around her waist. Memories of the night before—of her fantasies about Logan—bombarded her, and she sat up, hastily yanking her gown back into place.
What came over me? she wondered, pressing cold hands to her suddenly hot
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