Page 16 of The Summer Fling
"This just became my favorite meal."
"Logan…"
I lick a long stripe and circle her clit. Fuck, so good. She gasps, thighs tightening around my head.
If she wants to suffocate me, I wouldn't mind. That's a fantastic way to go, dying with my face buried in her pussy.
I keep going, long licks mixed with quick flicks that make her hips jerk. The water swirls cold around my knees while her skin burns under my mouth. She's getting louder, the sounds bouncing back from the stone like a private song nobody else will ever hear.
"Don't stop, Logan, or I swear to God…"
Her grip in my hair turns punishing. She arches hard, breath breaking, and I hold her through every shake and clench until the cry finally tears out of her and echoes loud enough to silence everything else for a second.
I don't move away. I keep my mouth gentle on her while she comes down, tasting every aftershock, already thinking about how I'm going to keep her like this for as long as this day will give us.
4
HANNAH
My body still trembles against the cool stone as Logan kisses his way back up from between my thighs. His stubble scrapes my sensitive skin, and I shiver despite the warm air.
My thoughts scatter, reduced to pure sensation.
Heat pools fresh between my legs, which should be impossible considering I just came hard enough to forget my own name. But his hands are sliding up my ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts, and apparently, I cannot trust my own body anymore. Seems my mind is on vacation while my body certainly is not.
"Fuck me, Logan."
"With pleasure."
His cock presses hot and thick against my thigh, and I reach down to wrap my fingers around him. He's steel wrapped in silk, already slick at the tip. When I stroke him once, twice, his breath catches, and his hips jerk forward.
"Fuck, Hannah. I love your hands on me."
I guide him between my legs, and he slides inside me in one smooth thrust that makes us both groan. The sound bounces off the cave walls, multiplying around us. I'm already so wet from his mouth that he fills me completely, stretching me in the best possible way.
"God, you feel perfect," he says, pulling back and driving in again.
The rhythm we find is different from last night on the beach. Less desperate, more connected. We know each other's bodies now.
Logan braces one hand against the rock wall behind my head as he thrusts.
This is far from comfortable, but what the heck, I'll take it.
My skin feels electric, hypersensitive to the rough scrape of stone at my spine, but none of it matters compared to the thick, hot stretch of him filling me over and over. God, his cock.
"You're so wet for me, Hannah. So fucking desperate for my cock."
I won't even bother denying it. I want him. Want the way he makes me feel like my skin is too small to contain everything building inside me. My hands find the muscles of his shoulders, his back, his nape, and I rake my nails along his skin.
Every time my palms glide over him, his cock twitches inside me.
"Harder, Logan. I can take it."
Logan responds immediately, hips rutting against mine with enough force to push me up the rock. The rough stone scrapes my back, but I don't care. I arch into each thrust, chasing the pressure building low in my belly.
My inner walls clench around his cock, slick and swollen, every ridge and vein dragging against every inch of my depths.
"That's it," he says, voice strained. "Take what you need from me."
