It'd likely be a lie, however small of one, for her to say she'd never thought of Logan's hands on her. But the way he held her, the way he touched her, was tender and passionate and needful, all at once. It kept her body taut with lustful tension, goosebumps slowly fading as their shared touches warmed her body. His thumb brushing her nipple brought forth a hushed whimper from the brunette, her hips pushing forward appreciatively to grind against his. The pause her grasp on his cock caused, his lips parting with the slow exhale of breath, had the girl preening with a slightly cocky air. At his gaze on hers, she offered a shy but sweet smile that only grew with his answer.<br/><br/>"Hmmm. Good answer," she murmurs, voice breathless as they finally seperate partially, his lips trailing down her neck to her chest. She could add that, although she knew little about his naked form, she knew a lot there was to know about him already. But his touch was more than she could handle, not allowing for many trains of thought to get far on their tracks. "Definitely don't stop," she adds, voice a quiet moaning whine as his warm lips engulf her nipple. Her eyelids fluttered, falling shut as his hand slid further down her side and towards the dampness between her legs. Her thighs part insinctively as he presses between them, his fingers sliding against her slick clit and into her tightness without much warning. Back arched, a short and breathless moan leaves her mouth.<i>"Fuck." <br/>
</i><br/>The hand on his cock trembles and then grips him steadily once more, gently stroking up and down, thumb lingering with obvious tenderness over the head after each stroke. She doesn't want to be unfair, despite the threats from her body to shut down in the wake of his touch. She could barely handle his touch on her sensitive flesh, her hips squirming and pressing into the thrust of his fingers. The pressure on her clit kept her a tense and trembling mess. "Yes,<i>yes." </i>Twisting her wrist slightly, the hand holding him curled seductively around him in the middle of a stroke, the pressure lightening slightly as she gently played with him. "God. You're so fucking gorgeous, Logan." Katherine supposed that normally wasn't what a guy wanted to be called, but she wasn't usually the one for clichés. But damn it, he<i>was </i>gorgeous, with his lips on her breast and his fingers slick with<i>her.</i>