Lynn's POV
Logan's hand slides up my thigh under the hot shower spray, fingers tracing teasing patterns that make my breath hitch, but he dives deeper without mercy. His fingers zero in on my swollen c**t, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger with wicked precision, sending shockwaves of raw ecstasy ripping through my body. I cry out, my hips grinding against his hand desperately, but he holds me firm, teasing the sensitive nub relentlessly—flicking, circling, pressing harder until I'm a writhing mess, desire consuming me.
I try to pull away, overwhelmed by the intensity, but I can't—God, I don't want to. My p***y throbs wildly, slick with need, every touch pushing me closer to the edge, leaving me begging for more even as my legs tremble uncontrollably.
"I missed you
