He knows exactly what I want—his tongue circling my clit softly in a slow steady rhythm while he carefully puts one, then two fingers inside me, finding that spot that makes my hips buck up. I grab his hair, pulling when he hits the perfect pressure.
"There," I gasp. "Right there, don't you dare stop."
He doesn't, adding a third finger, stretching me while his tongue works faster. I can hear how wet I am, obscene sounds as his fingers pump into me. I squeak. My thighs start to shake.
"Logan, I'm?—"
He sucks my clit into his mouth gently, and the feeling swells, and swells until I come hard, my whole body locking up, thighs clamping around his head as I cry out. He works me through it until I'm pushing at his shoulders, oversensitive. “Oh, my god, boy. Oh, my god.” We both giggle.
He kisses back up my body, and I taste myself on his tongue—tangy and intimate.
"I need to be inside you," he says, voice wrecked.
"Please."
He lines himself up and pushes in slowly. I feel every thick inch spreading me open, stretching me to accommodate him. We both groan when he bottoms out.
"Missed this," he says, forehead pressed to mine. "Missed you."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Show me."
He starts to move, slow at first, letting me adjust. Then harder, snapping his hips forward. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. I dig my nails into his back, leaving marks.
"Let’s go, I want you." I encourage.
"Fuck." He shifts angle, hitting deeper. "You're so fucking tight."
"More," I gasp. "I need more."
He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, nearly bending me in half, and the new angle makes me cry out. He's so deep I can feel every bit of him.
"That's it," he grits out, sweat forming on his brow. "My god, you feel incredible."
I'm making sounds I've never made before—desperate, needy whimpers as he pounds into me. It’s like listening to a person I barely know. The bed protests beneath us, headboard hitting the wall.
"Touch yourself. I want to feel you come on my cock."
I reach between us, rubbing my clit, and within seconds I'm there, my second orgasm crushing into me. My pussy clenches down hard around him.
"Fuck, Reese." His rhythm falters. "I'm gonna?—"
"Come inside me," I gasp. "I want to feel it."
He groans, thrusting deep one more time before I feel him pulse, flooding me. His face contorts with pleasure, jaw clenched, abs contracting as he empties himself into me.
We stay joined, both panting. When he finally pulls out, I feel his cum leak out of me. He collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest.
"Thursday," he says after our breathing slows.
"Thursday."
"Together?"
I press a kiss to his chest where his heart pounds under my palm.
"Together."
He reaches to pull me against him and I meet him halfway.
