“But you want to?”
She licks her lips. Nods. “We can go get dinner and then come back here or…”
I grin. “We can have dessert first, that what you’re saying?”
“Is that terrible of me?” she laughs, shaking her head. “I’ve never once taken the lead with a man. Which is maybe why I am currently single. But with you — it feels different. Like if I don’t say what I want, I might regret it for the rest of my life.”
“I don’t want you to have any regrets, Lucia,” I say, taking hold of her wrists, walking her backwards, toward her bed.
“And you, would you have any regrets if we didn’t see this through? Right now?”
I run my hand up her thigh, under her dress, and fuck, I want so much more. “Yes, I would have regrets.” I kiss her neck and she whimpers. “So what is it you want, exactly?”
My fingers graze her round ass, and I long to push her panties to the side, take care of her in the way only I can.
“I want you to make me yours.”
“Damn,” I groan. “That’s all I want.”
She exhales, a happy smile on her face as she begins to undo the buttons on my shirt. Unhooking my belt. “You’re so hard,” she says as I lift her dress up, over her head.
“And you’re so fucking perfect,” I say, taking in her gorgeous full tits, her curvy waist, her big luscious hips. And her ass, fuck. I squeeze her cheeks, unable to resist.
She lifts her eyebrows. “You think?”
I reach behind her and unclasp her bra — her breasts are so round, globes that are nice and perky. “I know.” I massage her tits, stepping closer. “You sure this isn’t too fast for you, baby?”
She shakes her head, the evening light filtering through the lace curtains, casting a delicate glow. The heat in this studio apartment is close to scorching, but there is something hotter growing between us. A knowledge that once we fall into bed together, we will never be the same.
“I think everything happens for a reason,” she says. “Which may be naive, but it also gives me hope.”
“And what do you hope for right now?” I ask as I shimmy her panties past 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 want to open that jar of bread and butter pickles and eat them in her bed. I want to laugh all night. I want to fuck all day. I want her.
And she wants me too. She's nice and juicy. Her sweet pussy mine, and I love the way she tells me exactly how it feels. "I feel so full, but I want to touch you. I want your cock. I want you in me," she tells me. "Do you think I'm ready?"
I know how big my cock is and I know how tight she is. "I'm getting you ready," I tell her, "I'm getting you nice and ready. Just relax."
I dip my mouth back to her cunt, sucking her off nice and good. Her clit’s on fire, I can feel that as she wraps her legs around me, her knees pressing against my head. I smile as I devour her, licking her until she's writhing beneath me in a frenzy.