I want to stand watching her all day like this, but her body starts to shudder again, her pussy lips clenching under the thin fabric as she tries to hold back the waves of her own arousal.
Her own impending climax.
“Logan,” she sighs again, gripping my hands this time and I know there’s only one thing to do.
In a moment, my face is between her sweet thighs, my own hot mouth against her quivering mound. She bucks against my mouth straight away, pulling my head onto her with force as she grips my hair with both hands, a nearly painful sounding moan leaving her body.
Fuck! She’s perfect!
“I’m gonna drink from you,” I assure her, teasing her panties to one side and covering her whole wetness, savoring her essence and already wanting her to come, just so I can make her come again and again.
Chrissy squirms and writhes under me, her smooth skin and sweet scent driving me wild. Her whimpering, urgent sounds get lower and as I shift my hands under her, squeezing that perfect ass in time with the movement of my tongue over her stiff clit, she starts to growl like a beast.
I hear my own growl in reply, vibrating across her pleasure center, filling her whole body with the sound of my intentions.
“Mine,” I growl aloud, at the same instant I feel her clutching me harder, pulling at my hair as her back arches, her whole body stiffening as she swears under her breath.
Her first climax for me is as perfect as she is, and I savor her. Every part of her as she shudders and heaves under my mouth, my hands…
After some time, her soft hands move to my face, wanting me to go up to hers.
But I’m nowhere near done down here.
I’m only just getting started.
Chrissy’s soft laugh is muffled by her own moans as she settles into the pleasure of having her perfect pussy worshiped as it should be.
By me. And for a very long time…
When I feel her breath quicken and her mound shudder for a second time, she tugs at me after a moment, telling me she wants me someplace else.
“Kiss me,” she sighs, and I can only do as she wants, lifting myself from her slick valley and letting her taste herself on my lips, in my mouth.
My body presses against hers and I feel her legs wrap around my back of mine, drawing me closer. Telling me she doesn’t mind my whole weight on her.
My hard body flexing over her softness is the greatest feeling, but I make sure I steady myself with my hands, my own arousal still screaming for release from inside my pants which I can feel wet against her belly.
I feel her hands clawing for me, but not to free me from my pants. She’s gripping my shirt and tugging at it, a look of sudden apprehension in her clear blue eyes.
“Chrissy, what is it?” I ask her, immediately lifting my weight and hoping I’m not hurting her. Praying I haven’t done anything wrong.
She looks away her lower lip trembling where she once bit it with mischief, a sudden feeling of panic rising in me.
“Chrissy, tell me what’s wrong,” I command her, sighing with perfect relief when she finally finds the words for her feelings.
“I’m a virgin, Logan… I’ve never even… that was the first time I ever…” she says, and I lift her face to mine again, kissing away the lines of tears in her eyes.
“Oh, Chrissy,” I tell her, holding her face in my hands, almost weeping for joy myself.
“That’s the most wonderful news ever!” I exclaim, noting her look of further confusion.
“It is?” she asks, and I tell her so again.
“It means you’ll be all mine and I’ll be your first, don’t you see? It’s just perfect, just like you,” I tell her again, and I kiss her so hard, squeeze her so tight she squeals and we both end up laughing.
I sigh again, relieved to see her happy, to know she’ll be mine and nobody else’s in this life.
To know I can stop trying to fill the emptiness in my life that’s haunted me for the past twenty years.
Chapter Seven
Chrissy
For a few moments, I forget where we are. It really does feel just like me and Logan, but there’s a muffled sound from someplace far off, gradually getting louder.
Male voices talking louder and louder until there’s another banging on the doors of Logan’s office.
It shocks us both back to reality, and the warm wood of the thick desk underneath me suddenly feels cold. Logan’s hands feel warm though, and he holds me close to him for a moment, promising me that everything’s alright.
“Take a second, take as long as you need,” he tells me firmly, lifting himself up, straightening his own clothes and smoothing over his hair.
As startled as I am, almost frightened once I hear my dad’s voice in the mix, I have to smile when I notice there’s just one thing Logan can’t ‘fix’.
His huge bulging crotch, which makes us both smile as I get up, and make myself pretty again, sitting opposite Logan in a chair in front of his desk before he sits himself down, arranging some papers and somberly commanding whoever it is to enter, casually flicking the electronic switch on his desk to unlock the door.
Three men practically tumble into Logan’s office, with my dad right at the front, the man Mike from before, as well as another I recognize from the press conference.
Logan frowns and is completely deadpan as he looks over to them. I cross my legs and raise my brows, trying not to give anything away when my dad’s eyes lock on mine.
“I assume you have a supreme reason for interrupting me again,” Logan says, showing contained anger as his eyes flash at all three men.
“Sorry, Mr. Parker, but Mr. Foster
