I gasped when he trailed his thumb down the thin strip of fabric between my legs before letting it drift back up until it was on my swollen clit. I cried out when he pressed against it, teasing me. I pushed down against his thumb and bucked my hips, desperate for more.
“Please,” I moaned, not really aware of what I was saying. “I need more.”
“Shh,” he said as if I were a wild animal he was trying to soothe. “All in good time.” He anchored my hips against the bed with one hand so that I couldn’t shift while he continued his pleasurable torment. I mewled when he flicked his thumb against my engorged bud. I wanted him to never stop, yet at the same time, I didn’t know how much more teasing I could take.
I almost sobbed in relief when he lowered his head and took my throbbing clit into his mouth, sucking on it through the satiny fabric of my panties. I wasn’t able to make any sound at all when he pushed the fabric aside and I finally felt his hot mouth on my bare flesh.
I grabbed the covers, and my hands fisted the fabric as my body arched off the bed. Logan pulled down my panties so that I was completely naked, and then wasted no time in burying his head between my legs again.
I made a choked sound, and my head thrashed restlessly from side to side as his tongue swept up the length of my cleft and then down again. When he pushed his tongue into my wetness, he had to pin my hips against the bed because my body was undulating so wildly.
His mouth moved up again to focus on my swollen and aching clit, and I felt the pressure of a finger pushing inside me. I was lost in the moment, my existence nothing more than a mess of sensations that were pleasurable almost to the point of pain.
“Logan,” I called out desperately when I felt him push another finger inside me as he continued to lave and suck at my clit. I didn’t want him to stop but I also didn’t know how much more I could take.
He thrust his fingers in and out of me as the pressure of his mouth increased. He paid no attention to me calling out his name. I didn’t even know if he heard me. He was too intent on what he was doing, and I doubted anything could stop him.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the tension that was mounting inside me snapped, and I cried out as waves of sharp pleasure wracked my body. Logan continued to use his mouth and hands on me as my body shuddered unrelentingly. I didn’t know how much time had passed when my body collapsed against the bed as the last of the sensations ebbed away, leaving me feeling weak and boneless.
Logan finally lifted himself and moved up, his expression full of pure male satisfaction and open lust. His mouth and chin gleamed from my wetness and I found it intensely erotic when he caught my lips in a deep kiss. Tasting myself on him made even more wetness flood between my legs, and I was surprised that I could still be so aroused after the intense climax I had just experienced.
I was eager to pleasure him as much as he had just pleasured me, so I moved my hands down to undo his jeans. He obliged by helping me take his jeans and underwear off until he was completely naked. I remembered the way my eyes had widened, partly in admiration and partly in fear, when I had first seen him naked so many years ago. Even now, he was still the largest man I had ever been with, and it was with some amazement that I stroked his length, reveling in its velvety hardness. I was rewarded by his shaft jerking in response, and I made a move to lower myself, wanting to taste him just like he had tasted me.
“Later,” Logan said, his voice hoarse. “Right now I need to be inside you.”
I opened my mouth to object, but all that came out was a whimper when I felt the head of his hard length pushing against my softness. Despite the pleasure that went through me, I had a moment’s hesitation.
“Uh, I’m not sure it’s going to fit,” I said, flushing in embarrassment. Logan let out a choked laugh.
“I promise I’ll take it slow,” he said gruffly. “Just let me set the pace.”
I moaned as he slid the head of his erection up and down against my wet cleft, making me arch my hips to meet him. On a stroke down, he stopped and pushed gently against my entrance until the head of his
erection was just inside me. I was growing impatient and I raised my hips higher, urging him on. More of his length pushed inside me, and I gasped, partly in pleasure and partly because of how stretched I felt. His arms were strained as he held himself above me, and he closed his eyes, his teeth gritted. When he opened them again, he looked faintly amused despite the harsh desire on his face.
“I thought I was setting the pace. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care,” I said, desperate to be filled by him. “I need you inside me.”
Logan made a sound that was a cross between a curse and prayer, and he pushed deeper inside, losing the internal battle to take it slow. Even though I was wet and ready for him, it was still uncomfortable as he pushed me to my limits, and I couldn’t suppress a small sound of pain. Logan froze, his jaw clenched as he look down at me, his expression strained.
“Shit, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
As I looked up at him, I felt like my heart was going to burst with emotions I couldn’t contain any longer. I didn’t know whether it was wrong or right, but at that moment I knew I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. Logan could never be just a friend to me. I cared about him too deeply, and I couldn’t imagine feeling this way with any other man. I wanted to blurt out that I loved him, but I stopped myself. Even with the emotions running through me, I knew those were words I could never take back and I couldn’t trust that they were actually true or if I was just caught up in the moment. I reassured myself that there would be plenty of time later to figure out my feelings.
“I’m fine,” I said with a teary smile, feeling a little foolish for getting so emotional.
“Then what’s wrong?” he asked, his expression becoming even more concerned when he saw the overflowing emotions that I couldn’t contain. “I must be hurting you.” He made a move to pull out which was the last thing I wanted. I stopped him by grabbing his waist.
“You’re not hurting me. I’m just really happy right now,” I confessed. I reached up to stroke the tense line of his jaw. “You make me happy.”
Logan groaned in response, and he bucked his hips forward, seemingly almost involuntarily, and pushed himself deeper inside me. I gasped and wrapped my legs around his waist, opening myself completely to him, urging him on. He shuddered as he sank deeper until he was completely sheathed inside me. It took me a moment to get used to the feeling of him completely filling me, then an instinctive need took over, and I shifted my hips restlessly. He took that as his cue and slowly pulled out almost completely before thrusting into me again.
My back bowed sharply, and soon I was aware of nothing but the intense, driving pleasure between my legs. Logan was relentless as he plunged into me again and again, gripping my hips almost painfully as he held them captive for his endless thrusts. Nothing existed except the sounds of our mating and the pure pleasure coursing through my body.
Logan moved one hand to stroke my clit and that sensation coupled with his hard shaft invading my softness over and over again was too much and I felt myself spiral out of control again. I choked out his name as my body convulsed with an intense orgasm that seemed to last forever.
Through the haze of sensations, I heard him say my name and then I felt him spasm inside me as he found his own release. I opened my eyes to watch him, drinking in the sight of his strained face and clenched jaw as his body shuddered above me.