The sight of her, laid out before me, open and vulnerable, sends a surge of desire through me.
I slide her panties down past her hips, exposing her to me. She shivers, her body tensing with anticipation.
My fingers trace the delicate folds of her center, finding her already slick with desire. She moans, her hips bucking against my hand.
I slide a finger inside her, feeling the way her body clenches around me. She gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. The feeling of her, hot and wet and willing, drives me wild.
I move my finger, tracing the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes her moan and writhe beneath me. I can feel the way her body responds to my touch, the way her breath comes in sharp, panting gasps, the way her hips move restlessly against mine.
I lean down, my lips finding the sensitive peak of her breast. The combination of my fingers inside her, my lips on her breast, drives her wild with pleasure. Her moans fill the room, my favorite sound in the world.
She grips my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I add another finger, feeling the way her body stretches to accommodate me.
"Logan," she moans, her body trembling with pleasure. "Please...don't stop."
I smile against her skin, my lips moving to her other breast, my fingers continuing their relentless rhythm. The sound of her pleasure is like music to my ears.
"Not a chance," I whisper, my voice rough with desire. "Not when you taste this sweet. Not when you feel this good."
She moans again, her body writhing beneath mine, her hips moving restlessly against my hand. I can feel the way her pleasure builds, the way her breath comes in sharp, panting gasps, the way her body tenses with anticipation.
I continue to move my fingers, my lips tracing a path down her body, exploring every inch, every curve.
"Logan," she gasps, her body tensing with pleasure. "I'm...I'm close."
I smile, my lips moving to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
I remove my fingers, my lips replacing them. She gasps, her hips bucking against my mouth.
The taste of her is like a drug, a sweet, intoxicating elixir that sets my senses on fire.
I move my tongue, tracing the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes her moan even louder.
"No…. No...." she gasps, her body trembling with pleasure. "I'm...I'm coming."
I grip her hips, holding her steady as her body convulses with pleasure. As her body stills, I move up, my lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss.
"You are...incredible," I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with desire.
She smiles, a soft, secretive smile that sends my heart racing.
I reach between us, my fingers sliding down the front of my boxers. Her eyes widen as I push them down past my hips, revealing my hard cock to her.
I step back from the couch and grab a condom from the coffee table drawer. I hand it to Sloane, watching as she takes her time, enjoying the feel of my hard length.
I slide into her, feeling the way her body opens to me, welcoming me in. She moans, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly.
Our bodies come together. I can feel the way her body arches into mine, the way her breath comes in sharp, panting gasps, the way her hips move restlessly against mine.
"You're so damn beautiful when you're turned on," I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with desire.
A pink flush spreads across her cheeks, her gaze turning away from mine.
She's embarrassed. Good.
I turn her face to meet my gaze, and my lips crash onto hers while I'm penetrating her deepest part.
The sound of our skin slapping against each other and our moans fill the room, drowning out the crackling fire.
