X-RATED excerpt of "IT'S ALL IN THE JEANS"...you've been warned!
By the time he made it back to the bedroom he heard the water running, realizing Libby was in the shower. Logan hesitated, struggling between continuing into the bathroom and turning around to leave. His hard-on decided it for him. He kicked off his shoes while reaching for the hem to his shirt. He whipped it over his head, tossing it on her bed as he walked by.Without missing a move his hands moved to his belt, quickly unbuckling it and bringing the zipper down.
He reached the bathroom doorway, taking a moment to roll his jeans down and kick them away. He paused, enjoying the sight of Libby behind the frosted glass of the shower door. He could see enough to know she was rinsing her hair. Then she reached for the body wash, and with hungry eyes Logan watched her run the soapy puff over her neck and down her breasts. His penis jumped as though saying, what are you waiting for? What was he waiting for?
When her hands glided down to the dark curls between her legs his knees grew weak with desire. He opened the door. Libby’s hands halted. The invitation was in her eyes. Logan stepped into the stall and closed the door behind him. Words weren’t necessary. The look on her face told him Libby was already turned on. Her lips were parted, her eyes half closed. Her nipples were like rosy berries against her quivering breasts.
Streams of soap trailed down her body as it was rinsed away with
the spray of water falling on her. His gaze dropped, taking in her shapely form, the glistening hair between her legs. He reached out, wrapping an arm around her tiny waist and jerking her against him. Her head fell back, a sharp gasp escaping her. Logan swooped down and covered her mouth with his. That was all it took for the passion to erupt between them. And they were kissing like it was their first, their last. Sounds of mutual pleasure filled the room as their tongues battled in a dance as old as time.
Logan thrust his hips, his full erection jabbing between Libby’s quivering thighs. His hands closed over her breasts, squeezing gently. But it was Libby’s gentle hands cupping his balls that pushed him over the edge. A fire of need fueled his blood with a gut-wrenching need. His hands moved to Libby’s waist and he pushed her away. Their eyes met. They were both gasping for breath. Then Logan flipped her around and pushed her against the wall. Her gasp was a mixture of pleasure and surprise.
He could only imagine how the cool tile felt against her hot, wet flesh, her stimulated nipples. His hands caressed down her arms. He took hold of her wrists and slowly pulled her arms up until her palms were flush against the tile over her head. Logan leaned into her, his hard flesh eager to explore the soft folds of her buttocks. Libby cried out softly and tried to turn around, but he held her firmly in place.
His heart was pounding like a jackhammer and he leaned in close, running his open mouth along the side of her throat up to her ear. His teeth nibbled at her lobe as he whispered, “Am I hurting you?”
“God, no!” Libby gasped, shuddering wildly. As though to prove her point she thrust her bottom back into his erection, rotating her hips. A soft moan escaped her, a groan escaped him. Logan slowly released her wrists, confident now that she would remain where he wanted her. His hands trailed down her arms and shoulders, continuing down her sides and over her hips. Libby twitched, causing him to smile.
His hands glided smoothly around to the front of her, his fingers splaying over her flesh as they moved along. Ever so slowly his hands smoothed downward, between Libby’s thighs, then back up to the most intimate part of her. She quivered beneath his touch, gasping sharply when his fingers slipped inside her, teasing her, testing her. Driving her wild.
Her impassioned plea urged him to continue. Libby’s hips moved sensuously against his invading fingers, while his hips thrust against the satin softness of her bottom. A rhythm developed between them that escalated with every movement they made. Soon it wasn’t enough, Logan wanted more. His fingers slipped out of her.
Words weren’t needed. They each had the same needs and right now they wanted to consume each other. Libby spread her legs, arched her back and thrust her buttocks out, giving Logan the leverage he needed to enter her body from behind. He was rock-hard; it wasn’t difficult guiding his aching flesh past the welcoming gates of her slick pussy. One deep thrust and he was buried to the hilt inside her.
“Oh my God!” she cried out. “Logan…” A shudder racked Libby’s body, but she kept her arms against the wall over her head.
“Hell!” he exploded. She was tight, wet, and hot. And he was about to lose control. His hands slapped the wall above Libby’s head; he kept his body close against hers and began to plunge deeply, building up speed.
Libby turned her face sideways and Logan swooped down, kissing her hungrily. Her mouth opened to the invasion of his tongue as easily as her body accepted the penetration of his possession. He couldn’t stop the rolling blast of release spiraling through his body, but there were ways of slowing it down.
Logan forced himself to pull back and wait, until the urge to finish diminished. He owed it to Libby to see to her needs too. He brought one arm down, his hand moving between Libby’s body and the wall until he reached the swollen clit of her desire. It was hard and pulsing, and she nearly crumbled when his finger flicked over it. She trembled violently, gasping loudly as he played with her.