“Oh God, Logan.” Her h*ps arched as his tongue speared inside her. “Please. Please more.”
She was already begging and didn’t even give a damn.
He delved deep, causing her juices to flow faster as he licked and stroked, using his tongue to f**k her with slow, deliberate thrusts as he tasted her with erotic intent.
She’d never known pleasure like this could exist outside a book. And she’d read plenty of those books. She’d always seen the descriptions as the fantasy women wanted rather than the reality that could actually be out there.
It was reality. Right here in Logan’s arms was the fantasy she’d only read about, fantasized about.
He was taking his slow, sweet time as he tasted her, as he f**ked her with his tongue and refused to hurry no matter how much she begged.
It was his hands holding her legs in place as she strained beneath his touch, and when his tongue licked through the parted folds once more it was his fingers pushing deeper inside her.
Her h*ps were rolling, twisting, forcing each shallow thrust to go deeper as Skye fought to reach the cl**ax that remained just out of reach.
She was certain she would die if he kept teasing her. She would die if he stopped. And if he would just give her a moment to find her release, then maybe she could live the fantasy she had played in her head for so many months and drive him just as crazy.
Logan heard the shattered cries that fell from Skye’s lips and nearly lost his control to the point that he swore he was going to come in his jeans.
Hell, he’d never done that, even as a randy teenager with his first lover.
But Skye did things to him that didn’t make sense. She made him break his own rules, made him hunger when he knew he shouldn’t, and made him desperate to have what he knew he couldn’t have.
Easing farther inside her, he had to remind himself that taking her wouldn’t be rushed. If the feel of her tight inner muscles was any indication, it had been years since she had had a lover. Far too many years for the size and hardness of his c**k if he weren’t careful.
Being careful of his lovers was his uppermost thought, but Skye had a way of making him so f**king hungry he feared hurting her. A part of him wanted to raid the hot, clenched little pu**y wrapped around his fingers. Made him want to feel every sharp sensation of it bearing down on his cock, sucking him inside as it stretched to accommodate his width.
God, she made him crazy.
Sucking at her hard little clit, he felt the little bud pulse harder beneath his tongue and he knew she was close.
Too close.
He didn’t want it to end yet. Once she cl**axed, this interlude would be over and he would have to send her back to her own house. To her own bed.
He couldn’t keep her, no matter how badly he wanted to.
Pushing his fingers farther inside her and feeling each contraction that attacked the heated channel, Logan could feel his balls tightening in response.
She was slick and wet; she was soaking his finger. The taste of her against his tongue was like summer itself. Hot as hell and filled with life. And he wanted nothing more than to release his tortured c**k and—
Hell, it was already released.
When had he managed to undo his jeans and release the pulsing, straining flesh?
Holding the thick shaft with one hand, his fingers massaging the sensitive head, he fought, tried, prayed to hold back and hold on to the control he could feel slipping through his fingers.
He wanted the feel of that hot flesh wrapped around his dick so bad it was about to kill him.
If he didn’t let her come, if he didn’t finish this now, then he was going to end up finishing it with his c**k buried, unsheathed, so deep inside her that neither of them would know where one began and the other ended.
Capping his lips over the throbbing bud of her cl*t as he worked his fingers inside her, stretching her further, easing the tender tissue as her slick fluids gathered further, Logan knew he was riding an edge that was fast approaching meltdown.
Pulling his fingers back, he used his lips and tongue and the suckling of his mouth on the hard bundle of nerves as he thrust both fingers inside her and began working her flesh with quick, hard little strokes that had her exploding in seconds.
Rapture surged through her.
Skye’s eyes flared open as the shift of his fingers and the movements of his lips and tongue changed. Between one breath and the next he was sucking her cl*t with a force that had it sensitizing to the point of exquisite pain just before his tongue tucked against it and began rubbing in quick, rhythmic motions.
His fingers pulled back, then surged inside her in a series of hard, rasping strokes inside the clenched tissue, then tilting upward and stroking against a spot so sensitive she immediately lost her senses with the explosion that detonated inside her.
He didn’t stop with the initial release. Just because she had tightened and cried out, he didn’t ease in the demanding, dominant strokes of his fingers or the rasp of his tongue against her clit.
He increased it. Kept it going and rumbled a moan of pure male hunger against her flesh to send her racing higher.
It seemed never ending.
Her thighs clenched as they fell to his shoulders, her h*ps arched and trembling as shudder after shudder tore through her body. The waves of sensation jerked up her spine and crashed into her senses with a violence born of desperation and tore another ragged cry from her lips.
Wave after wave of blissful rapture tore through her, exploding inside her pu**y with a power that left her crying out breathlessly, weak and still riding an edge that only he controlled.
And he controlled it ruthlessly. Drawing every sensation out to its highest peak before allowing it to peak. Pushing her higher, further than she’d ever known a release could be pushed.
With his lips, tongue, and heated mouth, his thrusting fingers, and the deep, internal stroking of hidden nerve endings buried against the walls of her pu**y he took her to a realm of pleasure she was loathe to leave.
He pushed her to an edge of complete ecstasy, held her there, kept it vibrating inside her, then gently allowed her to begin to descend.
It was a descent she fought with everything inside her. Because it wasn’t enough. It was violent, encompassing, so sensually destructive that she knew for a fact she’d never been even close to such pleasure. Still, there was a pulse of need, a completeness that she knew was missing. One she knew her body was greedy to experience.
Still, he eased her back to reality until he finished her with a last, gentle lick to her violently sensitive cl*t as he held his fingers still inside her.