her hips. My cock groans at the sight of her pretty little pussy, nice and trim.
She pulls my cock from my boxers, eyes widening. She swallows hard. “Well this is much more than I hoped for,” she says with a laugh.
“Yeah?” I ask, taking her hand and showing my baby how to stroke me nice and good.
She nods, breathless as she pumps my thick cock up and down. “You’re so big,” she whispers.
“That’s right. And your biscuit needs to get nice and buttery if I’m gonna fit.”
Chapter Eight
Lucia
I laugh at his words. “Well, I’m pretty damn close to melting,” I tease. “You should take a lick and find out.”
He grins hungrily, and I love his confident desire. There is no embarrassment here, no insecurity. No. Logan is a real man and he knows what he wants. And the way he massaged my breasts gives me a little insight into how well he understands the female body. How well he understands me.
He leads me to the bed, laying me down on my back. “I need to see what I’m working with,” he says with a smile. I cover my face in pleasure as he pushes my knees apart and growls. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet already.”
“I know. This butter is melted.”
He pushes my hands from my face. “I want to see your eyes when I make you come,” he tells me. “Do you understand? I want to hear my girl moan as I make her pussy drip.”
I nod, my hand running over his chest, but he slides down to the floor, on his knees. He pulls my ass to the edge of the bed and his tongue runs over my slit. Teasing me perfectly, my clit on fire and my body sinking into the mattress.
“Oh. Ohhh.” I clench my teeth together. “That feels so good.”
“Then why are you looking like you’re in pain?” Logan asks, stopping and leaning over me.
“Do you ever feel like… like something is too good to be true?”
He lies beside me in the bed, his hand on my hip, rolling me to face him. “Like me finding the girl of my goddamn dreams delivering milk and butter and then a few hours later winding up in her bed?”
I nod. “Yeah. Like that.”
Logan doesn’t belittle my worries or even ask why they are coming like this, right as his mouth is pressed against my pussy.
“Lucia, I’m real. You’re real. This isn’t too good to be true.”
I smile, running my fingers through his hair. “You’re so attractive. It’s literally making me nervous.”
He chuckles, his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy. “And you’re so wet, you’re literally making my cock ache.”
I smile, amazed at this man, the way he puts me at ease, makes me feel safe and good. Like he would do anything to take care of me. “It would be wrong to make your cock suffer.”
He rolls on top of me. “Come on baby, open those legs. It’s time to spread the love.”
“This is the best date of my life,” I say.
“I like hearing that. But we’ve just started, Lucia. Wait to tell me what you think at the end.”
I nod, dropping my legs open as he runs his fingers over me, teasing me open nice and slow. I love how he takes his time. He dips his mouth back to my heat and I moan loudly, pushing aside fears of what comes next and just enjoying this moment for what it is. Ours. It’s not too good to be true. This is real.
Chapter Nine
Logan
I draw Lucia closer, running my tongue up and down her sweet wet pussy, loving the way she tastes, like sunshine, like promise, like a goddamn buttery biscuit.
There, I said it. Cheesy as fuck, but I don't care.
This girl makes me feel like anything is possible, like we are possible.
She moans beneath me, her thighs shaking as I add a finger then another to her sweet, tight cunt. God, this girl is tight, but her body is needy — I can feel that as I move my fingers inside of her, the way her back arches and her eyes melt into mine.
"That feels so good, Logan," she tells me. She needs this, this release, this let go and let down. I know she's scared of giving her heart to someone she just met. And hell, I understand that all too well.
This morning I didn't have any idea I'd feel this way, but I do. One day can change everything. She's changing me. I