I did as I was told, wearing only my blouse, bra, and panties. I felt extremely vulnerable and exposed... My heart was going wild and I was a basket of nerves as he approached me.
He unbuttoned my blouse button by button and let it fall open. His eyes rolled over this new view of my body, his green eyes darkened with lust. He leaned down and began to press soft kisses to my exposed skin. I felt goosebumps rise everywhere his lips lingered. He kissed his way down my abdomen and stopped at the waistline of my panties. My breath caught in my throat: This was it, the day I lose my virginity and it's the product of a shitty deal and not a meaningful relationship.
He curled his fingers around the sides of my panties and gave them a tug. The only made it halfway down my thighs before his nose was buried in the soft hairs that covered my pussy. He groaned as he inhaled my scent like a madman.
"You smell so fucking good, Lauren!" he said, so quietly that it seemed like it was coming from another room. He removed himself from my body like it inflicted pain to separate himself. He roughly pulled my panties down, sensitivity forgotten. He looked at me with a devilish grin, "I bet it tastes even better."
Before I could muster a reply, he roughly gripped my thighs and separated them, leaving my sacred place open for his probing eyes. "I have no idea why you didn't want me to see this pretty pussy," he said, looking at it approvingly. He pushed the chair out of the way and got to his knees at the end of the table. My legs trembled in anticipation.
He leaned in, kissing my inner thighs. He kissed them slowly, painfully so, licking and nibbling here and there. With no further warning, he attacked... his tongue invaded my opening as he plunged it deeper and deeper inside me. He removed it and began to trace circles around my clit; I shuddered by the sensations that Logan bestowed upon me.
"Now, Lauren, I'm going to put my finger inside of you... it may be a little painful, but I promise it'll get better," he said watching me nod my consent.
He eased a finger into my tight, wet cunt. Just as he predicted, I felt a searing ache as he snaked it around inside me. Also, just as he promised it got better. I began to whimper and grind my pussy on his finger trying to get it deeper inside of me.
"Easy, Babe," he said as he stilled my movement with his free hand. He inserted another finger inside of me and instead of feeling pain, I felt raw lust. I began to moan and work my hips, trying to get his fingers to douse the fire building up inside of me. He was saying something but I was too far gone to hear it. He withdrew his fingers and I made no effort to hide my frustration. I looked at him, thoroughly pissed off. He did nothing but sat there, smiling, licking his fingers clean. He was so sexy.
"You were about to cum, Lauren," he said, still smiling.
'No, shit, Sherlock,' I thought as I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.
