Page 97 of C*cky Best Friend
Chapter Forty-Five
Logan
"Don't open them!" Samantha groans through a smile as I head for the hotel’s black-out curtains to allow natural light in for a change.
For the second morning in a row, we ordered breakfast in bed. Yesterday was more healthy, but today a feast that our sweet-tooths dictated is coming, but it won’t be here for a while.
“This window faces east, so I’m hoping the sun will shine on your naked body. Let’s see if I’m lucky.” I open the taupe curtains and sure enough, beams splash in. Admiring the effect I rasp, “Yes!”
Sam is gracefully lying on her back under a blanket of sunshine since the other blankets are on the floor. Her soft hair is fanned out on her pillow, dusky nipples pointed, flesh bouncing as she pats the king-size. “Come back to bed, Logan.”
I walk to her, cock swinging free. Reaching up to rake my long hair back I glance down and see the claw marks she left on my abs. “Look what you did.”
“Wasn’t me.”
“Oh no?”
Sam laughs, “Nope. We have gremlins.”
“Very sexy gremlins,” I smirk, crawling between her legs and adjusting the right one to get a better view of her pussy. “I love looking at you.”
“My face is up here.”
“I’ve seen your face my whole life.” Tapping on the spongy folds, I say, “She and I need to get better acquainted.” Burying my mouth into the salty sweetness, I give her a lick and hum, “Mmm.” Sam gets up on one elbow to watch me, and I lock eyes with her as I lick again. Her mouth softens, eyelids heavy. I spread it with my fingers and discover her hidden clit. Giving it a tender nibble with my teeth makes her moan. I suck for a bit, wrapping my lips around the tiny bean, using the tip of my tongue to lick it, and suck some more, releasing her when she’s too sensitive. With a steady rhythm I lap her sensitive folds, the gentle opening, using my hands to caress her inner thighs with a feather-soft touch.
Sam opens her legs for me. “So good, Logan.”
I give her clit tiny flicks with my tongue’s tip and glance up when she begins to writhe a little, holding back out of self-consciousness. As I tease her, she clutches the sheets and bites her lip. I gnaw where her legs and pussy meet, just outside of all the places that are driving her crazy. It’s a slow massage, close proximity driving her wild and she tries to rub her pussy on my mouth. This is getting her to relax, ache for me, lose her inhibitions. She moans a little louder, swears under her breath, and I extend my tongue and dive in to make a meal of her. Whimpering, she’s clawing at the bed as I lick and suck and nibble. Suddenly her legs go tense, breath hitching, and I bury my face in her pussy to feel the pulsing of her orgasm against my lips. Kissing her, licking her gently, I drag the pleasure out, feeling her bucking, then relaxing into a purr until we hear a knock on the door.
“Room service!”