Arya
I wake up to a touch on my clitoris. I feel two fingers sliding inside me. Suspended between sleep and wakefulness, disoriented, and not sure if this was really happening, I asked, "Logan?"
"Yes?" I heard his sensual whisper right next to my ear.
"What are you doing?"
"I need to get inside you. I'll go crazy if I don't," he says, nearing his hips to mine, his hard cock resting on my buttocks.
"Mmm.." I moan, trying to stay sleepy. His hand goes around my waist, down to my bare groin. He kisses my neck, and then my cheek.
"Logan, " I breathe, feeling myself getting wet already. I am always wet for my mate. I just need a signal to start dripping, especially when he holds me the way he is right now.
Slowly, his gingers fingers sink inside me, sliding in and out in a torturously slow rhythm. Tentatively, my hand finds his, stroking him, urging him to go faster.
"Ah.. " his fingers start moving quickly. His breathing is raspy against my throat.