"Major…"
"Yes, Lily?"
He stood less than a foot from me, close enough I could smell the subtle spices of his aftershave. My pussy reached a new level of saturation, everything between my thighs hot and soaked and flexing. My knees beginning to weaken, I tried to take a breath in.
Quickly pocketing my keys and phone, the major grabbed me by the shoulders. "You need to sit down, Lilliput. You look like you're going to pass out."
I wasn't sure how close I was to passing out, but it sure as hell felt like I was a hair's width from coming. My clit throbbed, each pulse inflating the flesh just a little more until I thought I would burst.
I let him lead me to the couch. My ass touched the leather cushions, the pressure of my weight forcing my lower lips together. I groaned, my hips thrusting up for a second before I brought myself under something resembling control.
He pushed between my shoulder blades as he grabbed my left knee and pulled it towards him. "Head between your legs."
"I think I'm going to puke."
"No, you're not." The words emerged softly but were clearly a command. He rubbed his palm up and down my back, like a mother trying to soothe an infant. "Take slow, deep breaths."
His voice cracked at the end and his hand stopped rubbing to rest flat against the lower back of my neck. The warmth of his touch seeped into my skin, relaxing the muscles in my neck and shoulders. I managed to slow my breathing.
He shifted a little as his free hand dipped into his ACU pocket and retrieved my phone. I thought for a second he would finally give the phone back. I lifted my head just enough from between my legs to look at him.
"Not there yet, baby. Concentrate on breathing." He lightly pressed my head down. His hand returned to the same spot at the base of my neck, his thumb lightly stroking the curve between my throat and shoulder.
The clicks coming from the phone told me he was navigating its menu. Every few clicks, the thumb stroking my flesh stopped or slowed. Trying hard not to shake, I mentally inventoried the phone's contents. Dozens of texts to Emy graphically detailed all the things I wanted to do to Logan and have done to me. Plus there were half a dozen pictures, just as graphic, that I hadn't deleted.
When audio started playing, I remembered there was more than just text and photos. There was a video at least thirty seconds long showing the vibrator in me, my hips rocking, clit pinched between my fingertips as I moaned Logan's name.
I turned my head just enough that I could watch his face. He chewed at his lower lip, the right nostril flaring as his brow arched high. He flinched the slightest bit when, given the sounds coming from the speaker, I came. He cleared his throat, the noise small and muted, and then he turned the phone off and shoved it back in his pocket.
He had stopped stroking me while the video played. Now the palm of his hand massaged its way up my neck. His fingers spread out then threaded through my hair in a tight grip. Gently yet forcefully, he pulled me up until my back was against the cushion, his other hand curled against my lower stomach to keep me trapped.
Gaze locked on my face, Logan smoothed his fingers down to the hem of my skirt. He lifted its edge and rubbed the flat of his nails softly along my inner thigh, front to back. The hand cradling my head slid closer to my face. His fingers caressed a slow, tight circle behind my ear lobe.
Beneath the skirt, his fingers whispered along my skin until they reached the lower band of my panties. He leaned in, his breath soft against my skin as his lips grazed the rim of my mouth. He slipped a finger under the band while his tongue darted out to part my lips with a curling lick that left me arching towards him when he pulled away. His mouth descended again, his tongue and fingers bolder. The calloused pad of his fingertip found my clit, stroked up it as his tongue penetrated my mouth.
I shivered, moaned, my body begging for another stroke.
He took his finger away, found the bottom of my clit once again and ran another line up it just as he licked inside my mouth. Whimpering, I flexed my hips. The whole time he kept tracing that circle below my ear, the soft, constant swirl making my upper body melt against the cushion as my hips started to rock.
My slow, deep breaths were obliterated by the ghost of his fingers moving up and up and up my clit. He stopped kissing me, teasing me instead with the faintest brush of his lips around my mouth, along my jaw.
Then he stared at me, his gaze holding mine, his thumb massaging the pressure point near my jaw while his fingers softly swept another line up the spine of my pussy, followed by another, one more and…
I gripped the edge of the seat cushion with one hand, curled the other around the top of his thigh. I wanted him to kiss me again, to ease with his lips and tongue the hard tension building from his maddeningly soft strokes. But he was intent on watching me come, seeing it in my eyes, in the way I blinked and chewed at my lip as the pressure started to overwhelm me. My gut tightened and I tilted my hips, another moan shaking loose from my throat as my pussy contracted.
"Major…" My hands jumped to the collar of his ACU jacket, clutched them as I strained closer to him. My breath left me in small pants as another wave of climax crested inside me.
He kissed me, his mouth gentling as I slowly came down from my peak. His fingers slid south to where I was all wet and throbbing. He inserted a tip into me, then another to firmly press against my swollen flesh. Every few heartbeats, my pussy gave another hard squeeze, my body floating on an ocean of bliss.
Logan ran his lips lightly along my cheek and down along my ear. When he finally spoke again, his voice was a raw purr, its echoes vibrating across my skin.
"Baby, all those things you texted about…" He paused and his teeth grazed my jaw. "I'm going to do every last one of them tonight."
One arm wrapped around my shoulders and a hand between my breasts, Logan guided me onto my feet and into the master bedroom. He locked the door then placed me at the foot of the bed, my body facing the dresser with its giant mirror. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see even the small portion of my reflection not blocked by Logan's muscled physique.
"I've been fantasizing about undressing you all summer." Leaning in to kiss me, he thumbed my top button open. "You have no idea how crazy you've been driving me, do you?"
Thoroughly confused, I shook my head. I had been dressing up all summer for my new office job in outfits that Emy's mother selected for me from her vintage clothing boutique. She refused to let me wear the baggy shirts and pants I usually swathed my exceedingly generous curves in. I didn't want to tell her no because she helped me get the job.
My knowledge about clothing is next to zero, so I had to take her word for it when she told me the blouse is French Edwardian. I just know it is a white brushed cotton, very romantic looking with its ruffles and eyelet trim and the large mother of pearl buttons that Logan's agile fingers were busy unhooking.
Three buttons undone, he paused to ease his hands inside the blouse and cup the underside of my breasts. He ran his thumb over the front snap, groaned once but left it fastened. His hands returning to work on the buttons, he kissed my neck and then the underside of my chin.
"I'm going to strip you then eat that sweet pussy until you come again, Lily."
I swallowed, swaying lightly as he pushed the blouse off my shoulders and smoothed the fabric down my arms. Bringing his hands back to the front, he unsnapped the front closure but didn't remove the bra. The fabric between his hand and my flesh, he massaged my breasts as kissed his way down my throat. Nosing one bra cup to the side, his mouth fastened on the nipple.
I looked in the mirror, watched the slow bob of his head as he suckled at my breast. My parents named me Lillian because I was a pale baby. I never grew darker, never freckled, the only color on my skin the pale blue and indigo of the veins beneath. Looking at my body, the plump arms and padded shoulders, part of me wanted to push Logan away. It wasn't the part that was actually in control of my muscles. That part had abandoned me completely. My arms hung at my sides, my hands capable of only occasionally clutching at him when my body swayed into contact with his.