She couldn’t contain her moan or the shift of her h*ps as she arched to get closer, to feel his touch there, on the most sensitive part of her body. To feel his fingers caressing her—penetrating her.
She needed it. Needed it like she had never needed anything in her life.
“Please!” The word, a hoarse, desperate cry, fell from her lips before she could stop it as she felt his fingers brush against the soft, bare flesh of the inner lips.
Strong male teeth gripped her nipple erotically before his head turned to find its mate, sucking it into his mouth with the same hungry force that he had used on the first.
Emerald-green eyes glittered from behind the ridiculously long dark blond lashes, gleaming with lust as he raked the tip of her nipple with his tongue.
Skye arched again, knowing he would die if he stopped, knowing that the almost-teasing brush of his fingers against the saturated flesh between her thighs was driving her insane.
“Logan, please!” she cried out as she felt those diabolic fingers part her, the tips of two caressing a slow, agonizing circle of flames around her clit.
The little bud clenched, throbbed, the need for release building in it with painful intensity.
“Please!” she cried out again.
“Please what, Skye?” Dark, rough, the question was whispered against the slope of her breast as he rubbed the short growth of his beard against it. “Tell me what you want, baby. Give me that at least.”
“Please stop teasing me, Logan.” Her fingers kneaded against his scalp as he caressed the flesh between her br**sts with his beard.
“How am I teasing you, Skye?” he demanded, his voice a gravelly sound of increasing lust. “Tell me where I’m teasing you.”
“Damn you, Logan!” she cried out.
“No, give it to me,” he suddenly snarled, his head rising, his expression tight, flushed with sexual heat. “Tell me what you f**king want. What you feel. Give me the words, Skye. Give me that pleasure.”
He needed it, she realized.
For some reason, he needed to hear the words.
“I need your fingers,” she gasped as those wicked fingers stroked down the slick slit of her pu**y.
“How do you need them?” he demanded. “Tell me how you need them.”
She’d sworn if he ever had her, once would never be enough. She was going to keep that promise.
“Fuck me, Logan,” she whispered, excitement beginning to build with a rush of sexually charged adrenaline. “Fuck me with your fingers. Use your lips and tongue on my clit. I’ve dreamed of your lips and tongue between my thighs—” She arched with a strangled cry as he began kissing slowly, teasingly, down her body. “I dream of it while I try to find my own pleasure. But my fingers aren’t good enough. And your mouth and tongue aren’t there to complete it.”
The rumbling, desperate male growl against the sensitive flesh of her belly as her womb clenched in desperate response.
“I’m going to eat you like my favorite treat.” There was the slightest hint of male tease in his tone mixed with the gravelly sound of increasing lust. “Slow and easy, baby. I’m going to lick all that sweet cream, suck at that pretty clit, and f**k your pu**y until you’re clawing at me to come.”
Her h*ps arched, a cry raking from her throat at the sensual threat.
“Oh God, please, yes.” She couldn’t hold back the plea. “Just like that, Logan. That’s what I need. I dare you to make me beg.”
His lips brushed at the top of her thigh, kissed lower, until she felt his heated breath ruffling the short, well-trimmed curls just above her clit.
A second later she swore she was going to die. Her orgasm nearly exploded through her as he delivered a stinging, blissfully heated kiss to her clit.
He sucked it between his lips only to release it just as quickly while sensation raked through her senses with blazing promise.
Then his tongue came out to play and nothing else existed; nothing else could penetrate the cloud of a pleasure so extreme that Skye knew she would never be the same again.
CHAPTER SIX
Sensations crowded, one on top of the other, and rushed through Skye’s body as she felt Logan’s lips, his tongue, and the heated confines of his mouth torturing the swollen bud of her clit. Lower, his fingers parted the silken smooth flesh of her pu**y and with slow, incremental thrusts began to push their way into the clenched, snug entrance of her vagina.
It was like being tortured with pleasure.
Lifting her legs as he bent to her, her knees bending, he placed her feet on his shoulders with a rough order to keep them there as he dragged one of the nearby stools into position for him to sit comfortably as he did as he had promised.
Eat her like his favorite treat.
As two fingers worked slowly to stretch the unused muscles of her vagina, his tongue licked, stroked, caressed, and rubbed through her slit before doing the same to her tortured clitoris.
It had been years since she’d had the time or even the inclination to search for a lover. One-night stands really weren’t something she felt she could deal with, so she had never gone after them.
She wasn’t about to go after one now.
Before the night was over, once he was finished driving her insane with his mouth, then she would do what she had been fantasizing about doing to him for months.
Driving him insane with her mouth. Tasting him as he tasted her. Filling her mouth with his c**k and feeling him come as undone as she was coming herself.
“Logan!” she all but screamed his name as his tongue pressed more firmly against her cl*t and rubbed against it erotically. His fingers were creating an exciting, exquisite pleasure-pain inside her vagina.
He stroked inside her pu**y with little more than the tips of his fingers before parting them and aiding the tight entrance in relaxing.
She’d never known she’d become so snug that just the width of his finger would feel as thick as the first lover she’d taken almost ten years before. That or the need to draw Logan farther inside her had tightened the muscles further.
She wasn’t sure which. She found she didn’t care.
She could feel her juices flowing, aiding the penetration and the heat his touch was arousing.
His lips and tongue were wicked instruments of torture, never quite allowing her to cl**ax but keeping her poised at the precipice and begging to fall into the maelstrom.
Clenching her fingers in his hair, she fought to draw in a ragged breath as his tongue nudged at her cl*t again. With just the tip stiffened, his tongue then slid lower as his fingers released her.