Red Satin and Rain
After they'd taken the edge off and recovered a little, their gameplay resumed and continued for nearly an hour, Marie still on Logan's side of the board, nestled against him with his hand resting on her hip, rubbing slowly. Things had definitely progressed to a point where neither one of them wanted to stop touching. Over the last hour, they had both lost quite a bit of clothing until Marie was down to a single sock and Logan's dog tag. Logan had faired a little better, due to some pretty spectacular dares and the sheer luck of avoiding most of the 'Strip' squares that seemed to draw Marie's red game piece like a magnet. Down to both socks, one boot and his belt, still winking damnably at her over his shoulder, they made an odd pair, not even half dressed, though thoroughly aroused, and by this time, most definitely buzzed from the wine they'd consumed.
They'd both gotten to do their fair share of painting - and licking. As the evening had progressed, Marie's body had sported a snowflake, a fish, her lover's name (which he'd chosen to write as 'Wolverine' because it had better 'lick potential' than 'Logan') and one four leaf clover that had tickled wickedly as he painted it on the inside of her right thigh, but had been all kinds of good when his silver tongue had removed it once again.
Of everything, his favorite had been the star he'd painted over her left nipple. He'd taken great pains to make that one perfect - something that required repeated, agonizing brush strokes until Marie was quite literally quaking under the bristles, at which point, he'd 'accidentally' run the point of the brush across her other breast.
A mark he'd helpfully removed with long, slow strokes of his tongue until her fingers had tightened painfully in his hair and she'd dissolved in his arms with a breathless gasp, murmuring something about special rules allowing for things that felt that good. He'd only grinned at her and told her the Wolverine had always had his own set of rules, and there was no need to go messing with the system after he'd already become accustomed to it.
Luckily, Logan's body had been similarly adorned with symbols as the game wore on. He'd made quite a delicious canvas for an artfully painted diamond, a heart, one wolf paw print (that Marie had decided to make into three claw marks instead... her version of a 'Logan track'), a heart on his left buttock, and lastly, a pair of lips painted - and later agonizingly removed - from the hellishly sensitive skin between his navel and his groin.
Damned woman.
She knew he was ticklish there. He wondered if her scalp stung where he'd used her hair to pull her away from him after he'd ordered her mouth off his body and she'd refused to comply. From the way she smirked at him, he guessed her little act of defiance had been worth the price she'd paid for it. Who knew his sweet little Marie would play so damn dirty?
That last one had very nearly ended the game, but Logan was determined to win the right to claim his request from Marie. That thought, and that thought alone, kept him from ending their loveplay and sheathing himself deep in her body to burn away the fiery ache flaring wildly between them. Quite honestly, he'd never extended foreplay so long before. He found it enjoyable and incredibly arousing, yet at the same time frustrating, and his erection was beginning to verge on painful. He could feel his monumental control slipping, becoming more tenuous with each passing minute.
Thankfully, the stripping and licking had been punctuated by several dares that had given him a bit of breathing room between bouts with Marie's skillfully wielded paintbrush and her wickedly thorough tongue. She'd had to flash him and jump up and down three times. Thank God he hadn't gotten that dare. By that point in the evening, it would have been somewhat uncomfortable – more pain than arousal, but watching her good parts jiggle had been all kinds of fun.
She'd had to reveal her favorite erotic scent - his skin, as well as a sound she associated with his pleasure - a growl, predictably. She'd also had to confess her favorite position, which he'd already known, but loved listening to her describe in graphic detail.
So he hadn't been able to keep his hands off himself during that one. So what? Listening to her talk dirty had always had that effect on him.
He thought he'd died and gone to heaven when, on her next turn, she'd been dared to recount the last sexual dream in which her lover had played the starring role. And to tell the truth, he was a little surprised. Her subconscious was definitely dirtier and more imaginative than he'd previously given her credit for.
Like Marie, Logan hadn't remained unscathed by the dares either. He'd always appreciated a good lap dance, but never more so than after he'd had to give one himself. He'd had to share his favorite place to make love - outside, and his favorite form of receiving foreplay - watching Marie pleasure him with her mouth. He'd also had to recount, in graphic detail, his last masturbatory fantasy involving his lover. Something he threw himself into with gusto, grinning with unabashed pleasure as her face got hotter and her scent grew a hundred times more alluring. Oh, yeah. His woman definitely liked a little dirty talk now and again... and under the right circumstances, he was more than willing to oblige.
There were a few harder dares, too. He'd had to reveal what he considered 'romantic' - no easy feat for the Wolverine. And, he'd had to share with her his definition of love, something he found almost impossible to do. He wasn't a big talker by nature, usually preferring to let his actions speak for him, and he quite literally had no words to describe the incredibly overwhelming feeling of being so intimately connected to another person. But most difficult by far had been to name a favorite body part - his and hers - and tell why he liked it.
Actually, Marie's was easy. Her mouth. It was pure sex. He thought she'd had a fuck-me mouth when he first saw her in that bar when she was seventeen, and he still did now. He also liked how that mouth, something that could make him feel so indescribably hot, could be so soft and sweet and whisper such gentle things in his ear when she held him close at night. Beautiful things that filled him up. Tender things that made him feel accepted and safe and loved.
That part wasn't so hard. It was having to talk about himself that he didn't care for much. He'd reluctantly confessed his favorite body part was the claws... for no other reason than without them, he'd have never been able to save her life that night in the torch. That had been a difficult admission, and from her tearful response, equally as hard to listen to.
They'd held each other a long time after that one, at first in silence and then whispering little things to each other until the heat had risen between them once again. As it had, they'd resumed the game, Marie once again seated on Logan's lap as they played out the few remaining turns. Though they'd enjoyed the game, they were both ready for something more. All that remained was determining the victor.
Fighting back the urge to simply roll Marie under him and sink deeply into her soft body, Logan leaned over and moved her game piece forward the correct number of squares, smiling inwardly as it came to rest on 'Dare.' Despite the overwhelming need to bury himself in her wet heat and bring them both the release they were so desperately craving, he was truly interested in the things the dares had revealed to him about her sexual likes and dislikes. For as much as he usually preferred non-verbal communication, and adept as he was at reading it, there were just some things more easily conveyed through words.
His eyes gleamed as he handed her the card and then he promptly shut them, gritting his teeth as she saw what was written on it and wiggled against him in embarrassment. An act which served to inflame his body as much as it did to perk his interest.
What could she possibly find that embarrassing at this stage in the game?
He dropped a kiss on one creamy shoulder.
"I'm waitin', darlin'." He bit her lightly when she didn't immediately read the card. "Marie," he warned, putting a little more pressure into the bite.
Marie cleared her throat, as flustered from his mouth on her body as she was from the card.
"Da-dare - performance. Keeping eye contact with your lover, give your best impression of yourself reaching sexual climax."
Logan chuckled against her shoulder and her face flamed. "Heh. Good one."
"God, what is this? The mutant version of When Harry Met Sally?" Embarrassing as it was, she didn't mind sharing intimate sexual details with Logan or even doing a silly dare like jumping up and down naked, but this was just too much. "No way! I'm not doing that."
Logan eyed the dog tag and her one remaining sock, sliding his hand down her leg to wrap firmly around her ankle, fingering the top of her sock as he did so. "You sure you wanna do that, baby?"
"Yes." Marie nodded and then grinned, going from indignant to sassy in the blink of an eye. "No way am I faking an orgasm, sugar." Winking at him, she leaned into him and licked the shivery spot under his ear before whispering, "I never needed to before. Why start now?" That was especially true if she had to look him in the eye as she did it. Something deep in her just resisted the idea of faking anything with him. Ever.
A slow grin teased the corners of his mouth. "Ain't anythin' I haven't heard before." As a matter of fact, it wasn't anything he wouldn't be hearing again in a matter of minutes anyway.
"I know." She smiled softly and let out a long sigh. Her playful demeanor changed to one of utter seriousness. "I just don't want to, ok? Maybe it's stupid, but I don't want to make fun of the way I sound when I come with you. I just don't want to do that." She'd fought too hard to be able to touch at all, and what she had with Logan was far too special to her to demean in such a way. "Ok?"
Suddenly understanding why she didn't want to do this particular dare, Logan caught her smaller hand in his and gave it a squeeze. Her refusal to ridicule what they shared together stirred something deep within him and made him warm at the same time. He hadn't thought of it along those lines, and now that he had, he was glad she'd refused this particular dare.
Unexpectedly, his eyes stung. He'd never been with anyone like her, someone who not only loved him, but cherished what they had together and worked hard to protect it. She was the only one who had ever looked out for him like that, ever worried the man who always protected everyone else might need to be protected sometimes too.
His voice was low and quiet, gravelly with emotion. "I'm glad you didn't wanna, Marie. Makes me feel real good you didn't wanna do that."
The unsure look in her eyes melted away at his heartfelt words. "I'm so glad it does, sugar. Thank you."
"You bet." He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her mouth to his, tasting her thoroughly before he broke the kiss. A little of that playfulness crept back into his voice. "I like watchin' the real thing a hundred times better anyway, baby." His other hand deftly removed her sock and tossed it beyond the ring of candlelight.
Hazel eyes drifted over her slender curves and his body throbbed in response. God, she was exquisite. Looking away from her smiling face, he touched the tags and moved his hand lower to cup her breast. "Jesus. You're hot as fuck wearin' just my tag."
Her eyes glittered. "I'd rather be wearing just you." She rocked her hips against him gently and his breath hissed through his teeth.
He pinched her nipple sharply and she gasped.
"Tease." He soothed her with the warm flat of his palm as he reached for the dice. "You're walkin' a thin line, woman." He had control, but only barely. "Do that again and this game is over." He ran his fingers possessively over her throat and there was fire in his eyes when he looked at her. "Fuck or play, baby... what's it gonna be?"
Marie smiled, knowing full well that whatever happened when the game was over wasn't going to be gentle or slow.
"Roll the dice, sugar."
Far more interested in the woman in his lap than the number on the dice, he let Marie move his piece and grinned wickedly when it landed on 'Dare'. He kissed a trail down her neck and spread his palms wide over her back, holding her close as he nuzzled her neck. Over the last hour, the 'favors' associated with completing a dare had become less and less like specific favors and more and more like uninterrupted foreplay, little kisses and touches stolen when they weren't painting designs on each other or completing a dare. Marie drew a 'Dare' card and held it out to him.
He lifted his mouth from her neck long enough to rumble, "You read it, baby," before he returned his attention to the sensitive skin just under her ear.
"Mmmmm..."
He chuckled into her hair. "Read the damn card, darlin'."
Sighing with pleasure, she flipped the card over and read it. "Dare - revelation. Reveal your deepest, darkest fantasy involving your partner and-"
His whole body tensed under her.
"No." No fucking way. He took the card from her slender fingers and decisively tore it in two, letting the pieces flutter to the ground. "I ain't doin' that one." He toed off his forfeited boot and kicked it aside.
There was no way in hell he was going to tell her that his deepest, darkest fantasy was one where he never even attempted to leave her on that godforsaken stretch of snowy highway, and they sure as hell never ran into Sabretooth. In his fantasy, they just kept on driving, all the way to the cabin he had tucked away in the Canadian Rockies.
There was a part of him that didn't care she'd only been seventeen. That animal part of him insisted the female he was so inexplicably drawn to had been able to bear children for several seasons already, and she was young and fertile and strong as a good mate should be. All he'd wanted to do was get her to the safety of his cabin and have her in every possible way a man could have a woman, and to be had by her the same way in return.
He was ashamed to admit that he fantasized about that, ashamed the animal in him wanted nothing more than to protect her and provide her with food and shelter as he kept her body full of his seed and her belly round with his babies. He wanted her drenched in it. To smell her body saturated with all his most intimate scents. To mark her and bite her and own every last bit of her, body and soul.
The man in him dreamed of possessing her that way too, dreamed about having someone to wrap himself around on those cold winter nights, someone safe, someone who eased his soul as much as his body. And he was ashamed to admit he fantasized about them being 'normal' - that she hadn't been scarred by being untouchable and he hadn't been fucked up in some lab - that he was a whole man, and she a whole woman, and they were just two people who could grow old together.
Her fingers threaded themselves through his hair, touching him gently as she rested her head on his chest.
"It's ok, you know. It's ok for you to tell me. Whatever it is, I'll understand." She pressed her mouth to the warm skin over his heart and kissed him softly. "There isn't any part of you I don't love. Not one bit."
He nodded roughly. "I know." He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. "I know, baby." He was silent a long moment. "But I don't wanna talk about it. Not now."
"That's ok too, sugar." She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "I only wanted this game to be fun, not uncomfortable or... or scary, just fun." She kissed his lips softly. "It's ok. I don't mind. Really."
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he gave a curt nod.
"Thanks." He wanted to thank her for understanding, for accepting, for not pushing, but all he could manage was 'thanks.'
"Anytime." She caught his hand in hers and pressed a tender kiss to his knuckles. "Someday?"
He gave her a tight smile. "Yeah, I'll tell you someday, baby. Just not today."
"Fair enough." She scooped up the dice and gave them a shake that made her breasts sway enticingly. This time Logan watched her roll intently. If she landed on a 'Strip' square, he would win.
"Better make this one count, darlin'." Marie gave him a triumphant grin as her piece came to rest one square short of 'Strip.' Logan grunted. "Luck."
"Skill," she sassed back as she drew a dare card.
"Don't get too cocky, you still gotta do the dare."
Marie stuck her tongue out at him. "Dare - exhibitionism..." She paused and drew in a ragged breath. "Using only your hands, touch-" her voice hitched, "-touch yourself at your partner's direction. Time limit, five minutes." Marie swallowed hard. There was nothing that aroused Logan faster than watching her touch herself, but she'd never done it like this. It had always been a part of sex, not a prelude to it.
His eyes got darker.
"Damn. Hands down, the best fuckin' game I ever played." Marie had gotten very still on his lap. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Refuse the dare and I win, baby." Hell, in this case he won either way. A predatory smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he anticipated an early victory.
Her eyes gleamed. She might be a little shy, but she was going to make him sorry he'd ever challenged her like that. Marie was suddenly thankful for her pleasant buzz. The wine blurred the edges just enough that she just might be able to pull this off without dying of embarrassment. She reached for the hourglass. "I'm all yours, sugar. You just let me know what you'd like." She purposefully drew out each word in a thick, honeyed drawl-the one she knew got to him the best.
"Fuck."
He hissed the word under his breath as sweat prickled at the back of his neck. He didn't actually think she'd do it. He grasped her slender waist in his large hands and scooted her back so she was straddling his thighs instead of his hips. He needed a little breathing room, not to mention the fact that he could hardly form a coherent thought as it was, let alone watch her touch herself while she was perched atop his groin. He might be the best at what he did, but even he had limits. Logan closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath before letting it out slowly.
"Sugar?" His eyes opened, and the heat in them nearly stole her breath. "You're wasting time." If she was going to pull this off, she needed to appear far more confident than she actually felt.
Logan grunted. So he'd wasted a minute? Big deal. He'd never be able to last the full five minutes anyway... maybe at the beginning of the game, but certainly not now. Of course, he had no intention of tipping his hand. Not yet anyway. And there was always the chance, however unlikely, that her embarrassment would get the better of her before his control snapped. He met her eyes, deliberately remaining silent, aware that would only heighten her anticipation.
Her eyes flicked from his face to the falling sand and then back again. He knew full well what she was going to try to do once he told her what he wanted to see. Her eyes were burning with a heat of their own and he wondered which one of them would break first.
God, how he loved her fire. She knew when she needed to submit, just as she knew when it was ok to challenge him, to push him into asserting his dominance and to assert a little of her own. In truth, it was something he very much enjoyed - both for the challenge and for what came after.
He picked up his discarded wine glass and tipped it so she'd easily be able to wet her fingers in the single swallow that remained in the bottom of the glass.
"Fingers in the glass, baby." Logan watched her whole body tremble at his words, but she did as he asked. "Good girl." He could tell he'd caught her off guard, but he knew his advantage wouldn't last long. "Now touch your mouth. Real slow." He set the wine glass down and sat back a little, breathing in hard through his nose as he fought to keep his voice even.
Marie traced her lips, flicking her tongue out to catch the lingering taste of wine. His eyes darkened as she slipped her fingers inside, just for a moment, before letting them trace a wet path down her neck. The look in her eyes dared him to give her another order, one that would threaten the tenuous hold he had on his control, and he knew if he didn't, she'd improvise and he'd lose this impromptu little battle of wills almost before it had started.
"Hold your hair up. I wanna see all of you." Specifically, he wanted to see his tag against the backdrop of her breasts and quite frankly, her hair was interfering with his view.
She twisted her hair up into a loose knot and arched her back a little. Not enough to make it a lewd display, but with a sensual grace unique to her. Marie was no fool. She knew what he wanted to see, but she had her own ideas. It was time to throw him a little off balance.
Leaving one hand holding the heavy mass of her hair, she used the other to grab the slender chain around her neck and pull it taut, raising his tag from just between her breasts to the hollow of her throat. She caught her lip between her teeth in a way that made his blood throb and pulled tighter on the chain until it just bit into the tender skin of her throat, not quite a collar, but close enough to hit a few of his major triggers. She knew he'd never want to humiliate her by putting her in a collar. That smacked of the subjugation he'd had to endure in the lab, but she also knew he had a definite thing for seeing her marked, even if it was something as simple as a faint red line left behind by his chain.
A low growl rumbled in his throat and she dropped her hands, letting them skim down her body to cup her breasts. Checking to be sure his attention was exactly where she wanted it, she let out a little growl of her own and pulled gently on her nipples. She knew she probably shouldn't have done that, but at this point, she was as caught up in the game as he.
"Harder."
She complied, biting back a gasp as the pleasure spiked higher. Her eyes drank him in. His lips were pulled back over his teeth and the flush of desire had stained the skin over his cheekbones. Marie watched in fascination as a drop of clear fluid formed at the tip of his erection and slid slowly downward. His hands were shaking. She rose up off him to her knees as her hands skated down, lower and lower.
His body grew more tense and the growl got louder until he couldn't stand it another second. He broke the second her slim hand slipped between her legs.
"Enough!" He roughly hauled her against him and buried his face in her neck as she settled back down in his lap. "Fuck, baby." He shuddered hard against her, dragging in a deep, shaky breath. "That's enough. You win the dare." He groaned softly. She was killing him.
Marie's eyes glittered as she checked the hourglass. "You sure, sugar? You still have a whole two minutes left."
In answer, he found the rapidly fading red line on her neck and covered it with his mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a stinging red mark of his own. He lifted his head and met her dark, heavy-lidded eyes. His were wild, and utterly without any shred of doubt. "Damn sure."
Making it to the end of the game was going to be a very close thing. He wanted to push her off of him, but found he couldn't. As much as he needed space to breath and to think, he couldn't make himself put any distance between them. Not now. He craved her touch too badly.
Silently, and without a single wasted motion, he rolled the dice and moved for what he hoped would be his last turn. This time when he spoke, his voice was rough with need. "Dare - technique. Share what you like about the way your partner pleasures you orally. Offer one suggestion for somethin' new you'd like them to try in the future."
Thank Christ this was a talking dare and not a 'doing' dare or he could kiss his hard-won victory goodbye. He grunted. "Hummin'."
"What?"
"Hummin'. I'd like you to try hummin' sometime when you're-"
"Oh." She thought about that a minute. "Ohhhh... gotcha." She smiled, but her brow wrinkled as something else occurred to her. "You could have asked for that before."
Logan shrugged. "Yeah, I coulda, but-"
Marie giggled. "But what, sugar? Your brain doesn't work when my lips are wrapped around your-"
"Heh. Careful, girl." He smiled dangerously. "This ain't the time to be pushin'." His words were playful; however, the look in his eyes was anything but teasing, and she was very aware the game had stretched his monumental control to its furthest limits.
"What about the rest of the dare?" Share what you like about the way your partner pleasures you orally. She was very aware he'd skipped over the first part of the question and it was something she really wanted to know the answer to.
"You fishin'?"
"No." She didn't need any compliments. She knew what she did to him. Marie smiled and tossed his earlier words back at him. "I know you like it, sugar. I just want to know what about it you like."
He was silent a moment. Not surprisingly, there was a lot he liked. Some of it had to do with the purely physical aspects of it, but some didn't. "I like how you nuzzle me first. How you kiss me real gentle sometimes, too," he finally offered. She was the only one who'd ever done that. The only one who'd ever truly shown love to each and every part of him. With her, even when it was hot and wild, it wasn't ever just about an act. There was always emotion thickly entwined with the physical pleasure she gave him. She never gave him one without the other. He shot her a look to see what she thought of that.
"I love every bit of you, Logan. Every bit." She blushed to the roots of her hair. "And you always smell so good to me... you know, down there..." She also knew he liked his scent on her skin, especially that scent. He chuckled at the heat in her face, but his hands tightened on her body as her words inflamed him further. "What else, sugar?"
"You sure you wanna hear the rest? It's pretty, uh..." His voice trailed off. The truth of it was, the rest was pretty graphic. He wasn't really sure how to tell her that one of the things he loved the most was that she not only swallowed his come, but that she liked doing it. All of the other women in his past had either pulled away at the last second or had spit it out afterwards, like they couldn't stand having any bit of him inside them any longer than they absolutely had to once it was over. Somehow, even though he was finding release with another person instead of alone, it only served to reinforce his feelings of isolation and a part of him, however small, had always been deeply hurt by that perceived rejection.
Marie was so different from all those women. She'd never once made him feel rejected. Not even that day he really pushed things and made love to her in her studio with the door open. She'd known full well they'd wind up getting caught and she'd done it anyway, simply because he wanted her to. That she could give him that unconditional acceptance moved him beyond words.
"Sugar?"
"Hmph. The rest? It's not romantic or nothin'."
"The question wasn't about romance. It was about what you liked, what got you off the best. It doesn't have to be romantic to be meaningful." She took his hand in hers and gave his palm a tender kiss. "Share it with me, Logan."
Something inside him snapped and his eyes gleamed with a feral light. If she wanted the truth, he'd damn well give it to her. "I love that you don't tell me no when I ask for that. I love that you take all of it, darlin'. Every last bit of my come. That you never make me feel bad or ashamed for wantin' it that way, and I fuckin' love that you get off on it too. That you find me outside or in the garage and beg to suck me off with that pretty red mouth of yours. That blows my goddamn mind." He wasn't sure what reaction to expect from her after that visceral outburst, but it sure wasn't seeing her face go all soft and sweet.
"Oh, sugar, of course I want you like that. Of course I do. I love having you in my body and in my mouth as much as I love having you in my heart and in my mind. Those places, they're just for you, sugar. They always have been and they always will be, no matter what." She slid her fingers from his shoulders into the dark hair at his nape and met his intense gaze. "And I love that you never make me feel dirty or slutty or bad for wanting you that way."
"Nothin' we do together is dirty or wrong, baby." He gave her a hard, reassuring squeeze. "You always touch me outta love and there ain't nothin' to be ashamed of in that."
"Thank you." She gave him a curious, lopsided smile. "Do I really blow your mind?"
He groaned as she rocked gently against his lap. "Fuck, yes."
"Good." She kissed his chin and jaw before finally touching her mouth to his. "You make me crazy too." Her voice had grown softer, but was no less fierce. "I want you so bad sometimes, sugar, I just can't help myself. I just want to get on my knees and show you how much."
The growl that had been building in the back of his throat escaped, harsh and low. "Uhnnngh... Fuck," He roughly tangled his fingers in her hair. "Dice."
Knowing he was moments away from losing all control, she quickly rolled the dice. Both of them mentally calculated where her piece would land if either of them cared to move it. "Strip," she breathed, reaching for the tags. "You win, sugar-"
"Leave 'em."
"Logan-" Her fingers dug into his shoulders but he was already moving, urging her hips upwards. His belt slid unnoticed from his shoulder to the floor, the heavy buckle making a muffled, metallic thunk as it hit-a sound lost in their combined groans as he slid deeply into the wet heat of her body.
"Umph! God-" His clipped curse was cut off as her body clenched greedily around him, desperate for the feel of him. Fingers entwined in his hair, she moved against him hungrily. His hips surged upwards helplessly and he growled in frustration. It wasn't enough. Not like this. He needed more.
Effortlessly, he lifted her from him, ignoring her needy whimper of distress as he slipped from her body. He turned them easily and Marie gasped as the warm, sweaty skin of her back made contact with the cool, slick satin. Logan moved over her, an overwhelming presence of masculinity in full rut, wanting to be able to put his weight and power behind each thrust as he took her. He wanted to hold her down, pin her under him and give it to her hard and fast. Sweat trickled at his temple and his heavy erection shone wetly in the soft light, slick with her body's acceptance of him.
"Knees up, baby." Their eyes met. "Higher," he growled, covering her as he thrust forward strongly. "Take me deeper." She slid across the satin with the force of his initial thrust. He caught one of her legs behind the knee and brought it up until she was fully open to him. He met her eyes. "Take all of me, Marie."
The floor under her had no give and she gasped in pleasure as he surged forward yet again, filling her completely. He stretched her hands above her head and laced his strong fingers with hers until they were palm to palm and heart to heart.
Marie twisted under him wildly, overwhelmed by sensation; the soft, slick satin so cool against her back, the hot, hard body covering her, the rasp of his hair abrading her sensitive flesh, his breath hot in her ear as he grunted in pleasure with each forceful stroke. Her fingers tightened on his as he felt her begin to flutter around him. She was panting now and he held her firmly to him as he increased the power behind his thrusts, rocking into her until her eyes slid shut and a throaty groan escaped her full, red lips as her body clenched around his and she splintered apart beneath him.
He lost it.
He thrust into her helplessly, growling in pleasure as her body accepted even more of him as it grew slack and pliant beneath his. Knowing he was lost in the grip of something instinctive and primal, Marie held him to her as he went after his own release. He was keening now, an animal sound, but as he approached climax and his movements became stilted and jerky, she met his eyes and despite the ferocity of his expression, she saw nothing but love in them shining back at her. One of his hands left hers to firmly grasp her hips, holding her to him in those final heart-stopping moments as instinct took over and he forced himself as deep as he could go, shuddering powerfully as he came against her small frame. He shook. Ecstasy seared through him, roaring loudly in his ears as his soul poured from his body to hers in a scalding rush of liquid pleasure.
Trembling as hard as she had a minute ago, he collapsed against her heavily and rolled them to the side, fingers and bodies still intimately entwined as their thundering hearts began to slow. Her face was flushed and sweaty, her eyes watery with the intensity of what they'd shared. She tightened her fingers around his and slid her other hand into his hair, touching him gently as they stared into each other's eyes, sharing something that needed no words.
Logan was equally moved. He'd never felt as close to another person as he did in that moment. What had started out as a simple game had become so much more. He realized that for as difficult as it was for him verbalize his thoughts and feelings, connecting with her so intimately on an emotional level made the physical expression of that closeness a hundred times more powerful. He stroked her back gently and when he spoke, his voice was uncharacteristically soft.
"You're beautiful."
She felt his whisper against her skin and her mouth turned up at the corners in a slow, warm smile.
"I love you." Her voice was equally soft, thick with satisfaction and fatigue. Her eyes blinked slowly in the candlelight as sleep began to overtake her.
He smiled back at her. "Shhh... sleep, baby." He touched her satiny skin soothingly. He knew that between the wine, the foreplay, and the intense orgasm he'd just given her, she'd be asleep within minutes. His body felt good, relaxed and satiated, but not exhausted thanks to his healing factor. "It's ok, baby. You just sleep. I gotcha." He pulled her closer, glad for the chance to watch over his woman as she slept, comforted by the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat and the soft patter of rain on the windows. "I gotcha."
He held her until her breathing evened out and the flush of satisfaction began to fade from her creamy skin. Careful not to wake her, he slipped away and set the game aside as he wrapped her in the red satin and carried her to his bed, smiling at the way she snuggled into his pillows. On silent feet, he returned to the adjoining room to blow out the candles and retrieve the two white envelopes responsible for fueling their pleasure this evening.
For a few minutes, he stood there, watching the rain come down and enjoying the soul-deep contentment he felt before he picked up the last burning candle and returned to his bedroom. Setting the candle on the dresser and checking to be sure he hadn't disturbed Marie, Logan opened her envelope and smiled as he read her request. She wanted his honest opinion of the game. Nothing more. Nothing less. Quietly retrieving a pen from his desk, he turned her card over and wrote his response on the back in his distinctive blocky scrawl.
Marie-
Best damn evening I ever spent, darlin', except for the night I made you mine. At first I kinda thought the best thing was gonna be getting to lick that chocolate off ya, but I liked learning those sexy little things about you a whole lot more. Much as I don't like talking sometimes, sharing that stuff with you made me feel real good inside. Real close to you in a whole different way. Made for some damn good lovemaking too. Best fuck we've ever had, baby. Like you said, darlin', I love you with everything I got in me. Always have. Always will.
- L
Moving with a soundless predatory grace, Logan tucked the card back in the envelope and propped it against the lamp on Marie's side of the bed for her to find in the morning. Taking care not to wake her, he returned to his dresser and quietly opened the top drawer. He removed a small velvet box and lifted the lid, checking the contents with a smile. Nestled inside the satin was a small, gold ring set with a single stone. The ruby glittered darkly in the warm glow of the candle. Marie didn't like diamonds. She said they looked like glass. Logan was inclined to agree. He liked the red much better. It reminded him of them-of the blood he'd shed to save her life, of her passion, and of the fire that had always burned between them, even before either of them gave it voice and breathed it into flame.
He closed the box and replaced it, putting his envelope with his request in it on top before shutting the drawer once again. He wasn't quite ready to give her the ring and that card with its two little words. He knew she wasn't ready either. Not yet, but soon. After tonight, he figured they were a whole lot closer to being ready than either of them had previously believed themselves to be. He'd never even imagined feeling like that before, so close to her it was like one soul sharing two bodies.
With a sigh of utter contentment, he blew out the candle and slid into bed beside her, gathering her into his arms and fitting her tightly against his warm, relaxed body. A soft sound of pleasure rumbled deep in his chest as she snuggled against him and nuzzled his neck with a soft, "Mmmmm," as she drifted back to sleep. Lulled by the soft sound of gentle rain and surrounded by red satin and the scents of lovemaking and warm, sleeping woman, he closed his eyes and let the night take him.
