Heather Bosch (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shiftingembers) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
Heather felt nearly dizzy with need from his touches, pressing herself instinctively against him for some sort of relief and knowing he must be able to feel how turned on she was for him. The nips of his teeth against her mouth drew encouraging sounds from her, her nails pressing into the back of his neck in enthusiastic response.
Being flipped startled a breathy laugh from her but she couldn't deny that she liked the feeling of him surrounding her, the solid mass of his body pinning her in place. Her hips moved, his erection pressed between them, so tantalizingly close to what every instinct was telling her she needed. Heather's legs parted easily for him, the trail of his mouth down her body giving her a chance to catch her breath. The kisses to her stomach made her squirm with anticipation, Logan's hands on her the only thing keeping her still. Heather had no intention of stopping him, her hands on his head and shoulder in encouragement of whatever he wanted to do with those full lips of his.