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“Not yet.”

She pouts but moves her hands, and I undress her slowly, pulling off the dress she’s wearing over her head and looking down at her cotton panties. She clearly hadn’t expected to be seen because they’re plain, but she would look sexy to me even in a burlap sack.

I cup her breasts in my hands when they bounce free of her bra, dragging my thumbs across her peaked nipples.

She gasps. “Logan.”

I grunt, my cock standing at attention just from looking at her.

So fucking gorgeous.

“Thank you,” she says quietly, and I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until she speaks.

“Want to taste you.” The words rumble in my chest, and I kiss between her breasts, lick my way around her bellybutton.

She shivers but pushes at my shoulders. “I haven’t shaved.”

I bark out a laugh. “Did I ask if you’ve shaved?”

“Seriously, Logan, it’s like a jungle down there.”

I roll my eyes. “I guess I’m going on a safari, then.”

She giggles but when I remove her panties, she looks up at me with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“You look beautiful.” I look down at her sex. I part her pubic hair with my fingers, pressing my thumb against her clit, and she gasps.

I settle between her legs, sliding my hands under her ass to bring her pussy to my mouth. I inhale deeply, loving the musk of her, the way she smells like mine.

I kiss her clit softly once, twice, and her thighs are trembling when I slide two fingers inside her. I latch around her clit, sucking and moaning against her.

“Fuck, Logan.” She rocks her hips up, and I love the way she grinds against my face.

I flatten my tongue against her, pumping my fingers in and out of her as she fucks herself against my tongue.

“I’m going to come,” she moans, arching her back, and I pump my fingers deeper, loving the way she clenches around me.

I make her come twice with my mouth and my fingers before sitting up on my knees, breathing hard, the smell and taste of her all around me like an intoxicating fog.

I’m so hard that I can barely stand it, but I just lie next to her, trying not to poke her in the hip with my erection.

She frowns. “What about you?”

“Blue balls are a myth, princess.”

“Maybe so, but that can’t be comfortable.” She sits up, licking her lips. “Let me take care of you.”

How long has it been since her mouth was on me?

I shudder. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” She puts her hand on my belt buckle, deftly unbuttoning everything and pushing down my slacks until my cock bounces free.

I lean back against the headboard, hitting the back of my head when I throw it back as her small fingers envelop me.

“You’re so hard.”

“All because of you, princess. No one else gets me hard like this.”