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"Have you ever been with a woman?" Isabel asked, although she was certain that no one who looked as sinfully felonious as this boy could possibly be virgin material. Logan must have realized his effect on women, but he didn't have the haughty or conceited air that most attractive men carried with them.
"Girls, yes," he murmured, lowering his face to hers, his soft fingers brushing against her hand that rested on the countertop. Isabel breathed in his clean, heady scent, running her hands over the hard planes of his chest and abs. She felt as excited as a schoolgirl to undress him. "Never with a real woman," he whispered, his breath warm on her sensitive lips. Logan was feeding her ego just by giving her a lascivious stare, but his words were ever welcome. So was the large erection poking into her belly.
When Logan lowered his mouth to hers, taking the initiative in kissing her, Isabel was impressed. There was no innocent or naive fumbling about him. His lips were smooth and pliant as they rubbed against hers, his tongue exploring her mouth with just the right amount of depth and slowness. She felt herself growing increasingly warm, her breasts crushing up against him as Logan sandwiched her between his body and the counter.
Isabel tugged at his shirt, impatiently unbuttoning it, then ceremoniously ripped it open to expose the hairless flesh. Isabel trailed her hands over the topography of his skin, pinching his small nipples between her fingers, gliding her hands over the ridges of his abs, down below his navel, where she followed a sparse trail of dark leading down into Logan's pants. She rubbed her open palm against his erection, hearing him sigh. She pushed her head into his taut chest to conceal her grin, but her full-bodied response to him revealed how empowered she felt by having him touch her. How perfect was this situation-- both of them at their respective sexual peaks, unwilling to resist temptation.
Logan helped her pull her tank top over her head, tossing it onto the marble floor. He sighed at the sight of her large, bare breasts, reaching up to try to cup them in his hands. Then, without warning, Logan lifted her onto the countertop, roughly parting her thighs and standing right between them. He lowered his mouth to her neck, her bare collarbone, each of her nipples in turn. His eagerness was arousing the hell out of her.
Logan tucked his fingers in the sides of her tight yoga pants, peeling them off each of her shapely legs, doing the same with her white cotton panties. He ran his hands up each of her toned calves, sweeping his lips over her tender inner thighs, slowly spreading them farther apart. His amber eyes darkened as he watched her, his fingers testing her readiness, caressing her aching clit with his moist fingertips. Isabel buried her fingers in his thick, near-black hair, watching the feral expression in the boy's eyes transform into that of a man's. His greedy tongue was like fiery silk on her clit. Her thrashing was quelled by her grabbing onto her thighs, pinning her so she couldn't move away.
"Get up," Isabel murmured, impatient now to feel him, to touch him, to taste him. She grabbed him by the front of his pants, quickly unbuttoning them, feeling powerful as his impressive erection sprung out of his boxer briefs.
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