Moments later, Evelyn slowly turned onto her side, her movements deliberately slow and sensual.
As she shifted, her entire body tensed with nervous anticipation. A deep, rosy blush bloomed from the delicate skin of her neck and rapidly spread across her cheeks and chest. She could feel Logan's burning gaze devouring every inch of her exposed skin.
Her heavy, creamy breasts swayed gently with the motion, the soft, plump flesh settling perfectly toward him, full and inviting. Her nipples had already stiffened into tight, aching peaks, begging for attention she wasn't sure she should crave.
She kept her head turned away, one hand half-covering her flushed face, desperately trying to hide the wild hunger and shame swirling in her eyes.
'He's… watching me,' Evelyn realized, her heart hammering so violently she could hear it thundering in her ears. Never, not even in the most intimate moments with her husband, had her body reacted with such ferocious need.
Why was she trembling like this? Was it because her husband had never touched her with such slow, teasing hunger? Had she buried these filthy cravings for years under the weight of duty and responsibility?
'Just this once… maybe I should let go…'
The wicked thought slithered into her mind, and her shoulders softened, her body subtly arching as if offering herself.
Right at that moment, Logan's warm, strong hand settled on her smooth, flat stomach.
Evelyn shivered hard under his touch. A soft, involuntary gasp escaped her lips.
Logan's fingers glided upward with agonizing slowness, savoring the silky warmth of her skin. Her stomach was toned and flawless, showing no sign she had ever carried a child. He drank in the sight of her mature, voluptuous body as his hand crept higher… closer… toward the heavenly swell of her breasts.
Evelyn's heart was pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Her shoulders rose and fell with shallow, desperate breaths. Every inch he moved made her body betray her further, her back arching slightly, silently pleading for him to finally claim her aching tits.
'Will he grope them? Squeeze them? What if he does… Should I lift them for him?' she wondered frantically. She had always been painfully aware of how large and heavy her breasts were. Her husband had even complained about them once, calling them too much.
She had believed they were a flaw.
But to Logan, they were pure perfection: full, soft, creamy globes topped with swollen, cherry-red nipples that were now rock-hard with arousal.
'What absolute perfection…' Logan thought, his cock throbbing painfully against the confines of his trousers as he finally reached the lush underside of her breasts.
The air between them grew thick, electric.
Then… he brushed his thumb lightly across one sensitive nipple.
Just a fleeting, teasing graze.
A violent electric jolt shot straight from her nipple down to her dripping core. Evelyn's breath hitched sharply, her pussy clenching hard around nothing.
'Just… just a light brush?' she thought, stunned and suddenly furious with need.
Logan moved on to her shoulders as if nothing had happened, as if her aching, heaving tits didn't exist.
Evelyn's mind reeled. She had always thought her big breasts were unattractive… but to be so completely ignored? It stung. It burned. And worst of all, it made her desperately, shamefully wetter.
A dark, needy spark ignited deep inside her.
She wanted him to look. She wanted him to touch. She needed him to lose control over her body.
Logan's hands continued their slow journey: over her delicate shoulders, along the elegant column of her neck, down her arms, even brushing the sensitive skin of her armpits.
Everywhere except where she now craved him most.
He completely avoided her breasts.
As if they disgusted him.
Evelyn's lips parted in a silent, frustrated moan. She bit down hard on her lower lip, anger and burning arousal mixing into something dangerously addictive.
Her thighs pressed together tightly, trying to soothe the throbbing ache between them. Her pussy was soaked now, slick juices coating her inner thighs and the soft black curls above her swollen folds.
When she felt Logan's hands finally drifting lower, coated in fresh, warm potion and heading toward the glistening heat between her legs, Evelyn made her decision.
She dropped the hand covering her face and stared straight into his eyes.
The tension in the room crackled like lightning.
"Do you hate them?" she asked, her voice low and trembling with raw need.
She boldly cupped one heavy breast in her hand, lifting the soft, creamy mound toward him, offering it shamelessly. Her thumb brushed over her own stiff nipple, sending another shiver through her body.
Logan nearly choked.
He stared down at the gorgeous sight: her full, pale breasts, barely touched by the glowing potion, the skin smooth and luminous, nipples dark red and painfully erect.
'Hate them?' he thought, his cock twitching violently, leaking precum into his pants. 'How the fuck could anyone hate something so fucking perfect?'
"No," he answered, his voice rough and strained.
Evelyn's breath hitched. That single cold word wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.
She bit her lip again, harder this time, the sight so obscenely seductive that Logan's self-control almost shattered.
"Then… why didn't you rub the potion on them?" she whispered, her voice husky with frustration and desire.
Her breasts jiggled enticingly with every shallow breath, the heavy flesh swaying, begging to be touched, squeezed, sucked, claimed.
Logan's throat went dry. His massive erection strained painfully against his trousers, throbbing with the desperate need to bury itself inside her.
He had only brushed them lightly on purpose, thinking it would build anticipation for when he finally gave them proper attention. He never imagined it would awaken this hungry, desperate side of the elegant, mature woman in front of him.
But now her eyes were dark with lust, her body trembling with unspoken craving, and her soaked pussy was undoubtedly dripping with need.
And Logan wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back.