His fingers play at the waistband of my bikini bottoms. One finger dips below, trailing a slow line across my lower stomach, and I let out a small gasp at the feel of him. Soon his whole hand is sliding under the fabric and he’s cupping my p***y tightly.
The side of his face is pressed against mine. His stubbled cheek drags along mine until his mouth is by my ear. The wet heat of his tongue caresses my earlobe before he whispers in my ear. “I want to watch you c*m out here with the sun beating down on you and the wind blowing your hair. I want to see you fall apart at my touch.”
“Logan,” I whimper when he slides one long finger into me.
“Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”
He slowly draws his finger out of me and brings it to my c**t.
“Yes,” I moan.
“You’re always so f*****g
