Chapter 28: Teaching Caroline the cowgirl 2
By the time his hands reached the insides of her thighs, Caroline was trembling again. Logan poured a little more oil directly onto her mound and spread it with two fingers, avoiding her clit with deliberate cruelty. The folds were still swollen and flushed from the shower. He watched her face as he slowly parted them, coating the sensitive inner skin, then finally—finally—brushed one oiled fingertip over her clit in a single, feather-light stroke.
Caroline’s hips jerked. A broken moan tore free.
Logan smiled, low and dark. "You’re going to ride me again," he said quietly. "Properly this time. On the bed. No water to hide behind. I want to see every expression."
He stretched out on his back in the center of the mattress, cock thick and gleaming with residual water and the faint sheen of her earlier arousal. He poured a little oil into his palm and stroked himself once, twice, coating the length until it shone. Then he crooked a finger at her.
"Come here."
Caroline climbed onto the bed on shaky limbs. The oil made her skin gleam under the lamplight. She straddled his hips, hovering, the head of his cock brushing her entrance. Her cheeks were pink with residual shyness even after everything.
Logan’s hands settled on her oiled thighs. "Sink down. Slow. All the way."
She did. The thick head stretched her open again, and the oil made the slide almost too easy. Inch by inch she took him until she was fully seated, the base of his cock pressed snug against her. The sensation of being so completely filled, combined with the residual overstimulation from the shower and the constant low-level thrum of the Perverted Hands skill every time his fingers flexed on her thighs, made her whimper.
"Now," Logan said, voice rough, "show me you remember. Rise until only the head is left inside. Feel the stretch. Then come down even slower. And keep your eyes on me the whole time."
Caroline braced her hands on his chest and began to move. The oil made everything slick and filthy. Each controlled rise and fall dragged his cock along her sensitive walls. Logan’s hands never stopped roaming—sliding up her sides, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling the nipples, then drifting down to rest just above her clit without quite touching it. The near-contact alone was maddening.
He corrected her posture with quiet words and gentle pressure. "Arch your back more. Yes. Now when you bottom out, grind forward—right there. Feel how the head presses? Good girl. Again."
The teaching continued for long, torturous minutes. Logan never rushed her. Every time she started to chase her own pleasure he slowed her with firm hands, forcing her to stay in the deliberate rhythm. The skill turned every brush of his fingers into sparks; her clit ached with neglected need. Soft, desperate sounds kept spilling from her lips. Sweat began to mix with the oil on her skin.
When he finally allowed her to increase the pace it was only by degrees. His hands guided her hips into a rolling motion that made his cock drag perfectly against her front wall on every stroke. Caroline’s head fell forward, dark hair sticking to her damp cheeks. Logan reached up and brushed it back so he could keep watching her face.
"You’re close again," he observed, voice calm even as his own control frayed. "But you’re not allowed to come until I say. Keep riding me exactly like this."
She nodded frantically, thighs shaking, the wet sounds of their joining growing louder. Logan’s hands slid to her ass, spreading her slightly so he could watch the way her body stretched around him on every rise. The visual, the tight heat, the way she obeyed despite the obvious strain—it all coiled tight in his gut.
He let the rhythm build a little more, then suddenly sat up, wrapping one arm around her waist so their chests pressed together. The new angle drove him even deeper. His mouth found her ear.
"Now grind," he ordered softly. "Small circles. Keep me buried. And when I touch your clit you’re going to come hard for me—but only then."
His oiled fingers finally slipped between them. The moment the pad of his middle finger settled over her swollen clit and began to move in tight, precise circles, Caroline shattered. The orgasm tore through her in long, powerful waves. Her walls clamped down rhythmically around his cock; a broken cry left her throat. Logan held her through it, finger never stopping, the skill amplifying every pulse until she was sobbing with overstimulation against his shoulder.
He kept her moving through the climax, slow rolls of her hips that prolonged the pleasure until her body went pliant and trembling in his arms. Only when the strongest spasms eased did he ease his finger away and simply hold her, still buried deep, breathing against her neck.
The room smelled of oil, sex, and warm skin. Caroline’s heart hammered against his chest. Logan stroked slow circles over her back, giving her a moment to come down—but his cock remained hard and throbbing inside her, a clear promise that the lesson was far from finished.
He tipped her chin up and kissed her, slow and deep, tasting the soft sounds she still made. When he broke the kiss his voice was quiet and rough against her lips.
"We’re not done. You’re going to ride me again in a minute—faster this time. And I’m going to keep teaching you until you can’t think of anything except how full you are and how good it feels when you do exactly what I tell you."
Caroline’s only answer was a shaky, needy sound and the way her inner walls fluttered around him once more.
Logan smiled, dark and satisfied, and began to move her hips again with deliberate, guiding hands.
Authors note: thank you guys so much for all the support and I do hope I am not dragging this scene too long if I am please do Inform me so I make it shorter next time