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we’ve done before. And more.”
    I don’t know what he means by more but I have a feeling I’m going to find out.
    He finally drops his boxers and climbs onto the bed with me. He parts my knees and stares at my open legs.
    “Have you ever experienced anal, Ava?”
    My legs involuntarily start to close and my eyes widen. “I don’t think…”
    He smiles and nudges my legs apart again. “Don’t worry, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
    No, I don’t want that, but at the same time I do want to experience everything with Logan.
    “Not yet?” I say.
    He nods. “Only when, or if, you’re ready. It’s the ultimate submission.”
    I gulp, feeling very nervous. “Does that turn you on?”
    He swipes his fingers against my folds and his thumb gently alights on my clit. I shudder.
    “Everything about you turns me on. That would, too. But it’s not necessary.”
    I’m relieved.
    He lets his fingers dance with mine between my legs and then I let him take over completely. A moment later I feel his lips on me, and then his probing tongue. I gasp with pleasure. It’s a matter of minutes before I’m dangling at the edge of orgasm and my breath is ragged and punctuated with moans. He stops abruptly and climbs over me, pointing his cock at my lips. I extend my tongue to taste his tip. He moans lightly.
    “I find it deeply pleasurable to enter your body any way you let me. Here…” His cock dips past my lips. “And here…” He reaches behind him and slides a finger into my drenched pussy. “And maybe one day, here…” His finger slides past my opening and across my perineum. With a light pressure he swirls his finger around my anus. It tickles a bit. I hold my breath, but he doesn’t do anything more. Thank goodness, I’m not ready for that, though I do feel just a teeny bit curious.
    I push him more deeply into my mouth and suck intently so that he’s caught up in his own pleasure. I fondle his balls with one hand and hold the base of his cock with the other, but a minute later he pulls away abruptly. Did I do something wrong? He’s flipping himself around. He kneels over me again, but faces the other way now. I gasp when he buries his face in my pussy. His lips suck at my clit and I feel his nose brush my opening. I grab his cock with both hands as his balls slide against my chin. I handle him roughly, like a gear shift, while his tongue slides from my clit to my perineum. I feel his hands on my ass, opening me even wider. His hips move over me, pushing his cock through my gripping fingers. My juices and his saliva trickle between my legs and onto the sheet. I’m wet everywhere. I pull on him, urging him back a bit so I can get him in my mouth again, but he resists and I feel his tongue flex and probe my opening. I moan deeply. He pushes in an inch or so and it makes me want to feel more of him, makes me ache for his cock deep inside me.
    “Get a condom,” I whisper. He ignores me and slips two fingers inside, which satisfies me for several minutes. His tongue roves around along each crease where my thigh meets my pelvis. I’m basking in the many sensations when I feel a surprising new one: a soft warm flick of tongue at my anus. It tickles, but in a pleasurable way. I giggle and draw in quick breaths, unsure of where this is headed. He removes his fingers and drags their slippery wetness lower until he’s swirling around this tight, off-limits opening. I moan again, but it’s with hesitation, and I try to wriggle away. It feels almost too personal, and I feel a hint of fear stir inside me, and yet I’m so aroused, and that arousal makes me feel bold and daring. I’m not sure if Logan senses my ambivalence, but after playing there a bit, he withdraws and laps at my clit again. His contact there seems to set off a spark inside me. My hips buck with renewed vigor, as if his short detour has amplified the sensation at my center. I’m on the brink of an explosive orgasm. I push up into his