Pushing Buttons

Harmony keeps shifting on the couch, trying to focus on the textbook. Logan sits beside her, close enough that his knee brushes hers. He points at a problem and his hand grazes the bare skin of her thigh. She bites her lip, pushes back against the cushion, spreads just enough to let him feel the heat coming off her. His fingers stay there, slow circles turning into a firmer press. She reaches down, moves his hand higher, slides it under the hem of her shorts until it finds the damp lace. Logan’s breath catches. He tugs the shorts aside, slips two fingers inside her while she lifts her hips to meet him. The plug already nestled in her ass warms with each slow thrust of his hand. She pulls him onto the floor, kneels over his face, grinds her slick pussy against his tongue while the toy stays seated deep. When she’s dripping and open, she turns, takes him in her mouth, tongue running the length of him until he’s slick enough. She climbs on, guides his cock to her ass, works the head past the tight ring until he sinks in to the root. The plug comes out, replaced by the steady drive of his shaft. He fucks her in long, measured strokes. She pushes back to take every inch. When he starts to swell, she stays seated, muscles clenching around him until he empties inside her. He slips free and she turns again, mouth open, sucking him clean, tasting the mix of them on her tongue.