Chapter 10
The students' cries of "Field Day! Field Day!" began first thing in the morning, but they were not allowed to go outside until after breakfast, when they finally beheld the array of games, decorations, event stations and obstacle courses that the faculty had set up. Running from place to place across the lawn, the kids zoomed around, often nearly crashing into one another, as Logan had predicted. He darted away from a pair of exuberant young boys, looking around when he heard Lorelei call his name.
"There you are." She appeared. Logan took a sharp intake of breath when he saw what she was wearing. A smooth white cotton sundress dotted with tiny blue flowers swathed her waist in a snug bodice, its gathered skirt pleating and cascading down over her hips to fall demurely just above her knees. Only two skinny little straps held it up over her shoulders, giving him an almost uninterrupted view of the pale, creamy skin above where her breasts filled out the top of the dress. He realized this meant she wasn't wearing a bra, and he groaned aloud.
"Mmm," he said in a low voice. "I liiike this dress." He slid his big hands across either side of her ribcage and around to her back, his fingertips grazing her spine as he pulled her close to him and dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. She turned her face up to his to kiss him, noting as she did so that she could feel his erection beginning to grow in his jeans. Too soon, she reluctantly broke off the kiss, eyes looking steadily into his; but, mindful of the teens milling around them, she stepped back and began walking to her assigned station of duty for the day, throwing him a coy look back over her shoulder as she left.
"Geez, Logan - like the outdoors, much?" Logan tore his eyes from Lorelei's retreating form to see Rogue approaching, not trying to hide her amusement at the bulge below his belt. Shifting to relieve his discomfort, Logan threw her a glare, but shoved at her shoulder good-naturedly as she passed. "Show's over, Rogue - keep walking."
The day was a whirlwind of activity that the students loved, finally winding down after the soccer game was over, the entire campus now single-mindedly bent on inhaling their barbecue dinner and heading in to the school's large library to watch a movie on the projector screen. As almost everyone headed inside, Lorelei sat on the ground along the sidelines of the soccer field, leaning back on her hands and stretching her grass-stained feet in front of her, having discarded her sandals some hours earlier. Across the grass, Logan padded toward her also with bare feet, this lack of shoes, his ribbed white tank top, and the holes in the knees of his well-worn jeans being his only acknowledgements of the heat of the day. He had a hamburger in his hand with several huge bites taken out of it, and he now held it out to her.
"Want to share with me, Babe? I thought you might be hungry. Oh yeah, who won the game? I was working the grill," he added as he plopped down in the grass beside her.
"Red team," she said, taking the proffered burger. "Thank you, I was starving," she added between bites. She sighed with satisfaction when she was finished.
"Oh yes, I keep my woman fed," teased the Wolverine, wrapping his arm around her, and scooting her closer until her hip bumped his. Resting a hand on her knee, he kissed her shoulder again before sticking out his tongue and giving her skin a short flick. "I taste sunscreen, but I still taste you underneath it."
She giggled, and reached her arm between the two of them and around his back before pressing her lips to his. Opening her mouth to deepen the kiss, she raised her free hand and lightly scraped her fingernails on one of his bare biceps, earning her a slight shiver and low growl from Logan before he tightened his arm around her waist and put some more intensity into his tongue's explorations of hers. She pressed her body against his, her breasts squishing very pleasantly against the firm planes of his abdomen. The hand he had on her knee started caressing and rubbing the soft white skin on the inside of her leg.
She lifted the hem of his shirt in the back, where it met his jeans, and slipped her fingers underneath to his bare skin, scratching at the hair at the small of his back before sliding her fingertips lower, dipping them down beneath his waistband. Pressing and circling along his sensitive skin, she confirmed for herself that Logan must consider underwear to be a waste of time.
He caught her eye, his own gaze slake with desire, but he flicked his glance down at his hand on her leg, then back up to her, silently asking for her permission. She responded by parting her legs slightly, and kissing him fiercely while she tried to press her body even closer to his. His hand drifted up to massage her thigh underneath her skirt, skating over her tender skin until his fingertips inched onto her panties, stroking gently across the damp spot he found there. He moaned quietly into her mouth, then all at once scooped her up onto his lap, his arms wrapped around her and his forehead pressed against hers as he tried to take deep breaths to regain his focus, despite the fact that her cute little ass was now pressing directly down on the hardness in his groin.
"Baby, I have to take you indoors now, before I explode," he breathed. "Will you come with me?"
She nodded eagerly, gasping as he squeezed her and lifted them both to their feet, then guided her back toward the mansion, a strong arm around her waist that occasionally wandered down to her butt. Once inside, he seemed to hesitate, so she surprised them both by taking charge and leading him by the hand to the door of her bedroom. Their bare feet were now colliding as they tried to maneuver their way over to her bed without breaking the contact of their lips. Lorelei stumbled and might have fallen, but Logan caught her body, standing her securely upright before whipping off his sleeveless shirt.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, giving her a more slow, deliberate kiss while running his fingers underneath the straps of her dress, from her shoulder blades up and over her collarbone and down the slope of her chest. One big, warm palm cupped each of her breasts over her dress, then compressed them gently and dropped down to her hips, pulling her in close. Running his hands up her back, he grasped the zipper at the top of her dress before breaking off their kiss to look searchingly into her eyes, whispering his question out loud this time. "Okay?"
"Okay." She responded with certainty.
He eased the zipper all the way down, tickling his fingers back up her spine before moving over to her straps, sliding them off her shoulders and along her arms until the dress fell into a puddle on the floor at her feet.
At the sight of her standing there wearing nothing but a pair of panties, Logan's body throbbed. I need to slow down, he thought, before I make a mess of these jeans. I don't want anyone who was placing bets on how the Wolverine would finally die to find out that it was from embarrassment.
It had been a long time since he'd had sex. After Jean's death, he went out blind with grief and fury to a local dive two nights in a row, to get drunk and fuck some bleached-blonde barfly. On separate nights, that is: not only did it take a determined effort and a lot of liquor to get him drunk, he thought it was too risky to have sex with a human while he was drinking, in case he hurt someone. So he was sober when he screwed Blondie in the bathroom of the bar, then hopped back on his motorcycle to continue brooding alone. Since then, his sex life had consisted of ignoring his blue balls while he waited patiently for the right moment with Lorelei. She was worth the wait, but damn, he was glad that the right moment was now.
He put his arms around her, almost reverentially, and kissed her very softly before laying her down on her bed, positioning himself alongside her. His hands roved back over her breasts, bare this time, and he grinned to himself as his touch caused her to break out in goosebumps. He bent down and took a nipple between his lips, sucking slightly before teasing it with his tongue, causing her to writhe on the duvet and make a small "Ah!" sound. He kneaded and gently pinched the other nipple with his fingers, then slid his arms underneath and around her, pressing her against his body.
She wormed a hand between them, jerking open the button-fly of his jeans and extending her fingers gently inside. He helped her out by deftly sliding the worn denim down his long legs, assisting it over his joints with his feet. Naked, he rose up over her, propped on his elbows and knees, and kissed her mouth, face, jaw, and lovely white throat. Her fingers were palpating the ridges of muscle on his abdomen, then trailed down to wrap around him, alternating between stroking and carefully squeezing him with her hand.
His lips trailed up her neck, where the whispers of his breath tickled inside her ear, causing her to grip a little harder, and then she released him, almost panting with want. He crept lower on the bed, between her legs, spreading his big hands out over her torso and feeling his calloused skin's contact with her silkiness. Kissing her everywhere he'd touched, he hooked his index fingers into the top of her panties, then tugged them gradually down her body to slip them off.
Doing so revealed a tiny shooting star tattoo on her left hip. Pleasantly surprised, he tapped it with a finger and asked, "What's this?" She lifted her head up to see, then gave a nervous giggle.
"It's silly - I always forget it's there. My best friend and I got matching ones when we graduated Xavier's School together. Sort of a rite of passage thing, I guess." She sounded embarrassed, and said without looking at him, "Impulsive teen moment. Do you not like it?"
"Oh, I like it," he assured her. "Impulsive is good. And now there's a little surprise down here just for me to see." His eyes, dark with lust, raked over her body before he pressed his mouth to the tattoo, kissing it, then gently biting it. She gave a little squeal, but he encased her hips in his hands and started licking the sweet-tasting skin of her stomach and nuzzling it with his nose. Working lower bit by bit, he exhaled warm breath onto the dark curly hair between her legs, then applied his tongue to the flesh beneath. Making a small whimper, she reached down to put her hands on his head, giving a satisfying tug to his hair and sighing a stuttering little sound.
"Hmm-mmm, you taste so good," he said, unsure of whether he'd be capable of coherent speech for much longer. "Oh- Baby- Lorelei, I have to be inside you. Now. Will you let me make love to you?" His eyes were searching hers carefully for reassurance, ensuring that she felt as ready as he did.
"Yes, Logan." The words had hardly left her mouth when he sprang into action in a flurry of movement, grabbing his jeans and yanking a condom out of a pocket. He rolled it on securely, then leaned back over Lorelei, kissing her fervently while he guided himself inside.
She exhaled as she felt him slowly fill her body, and he pulled his head back to assess her expression, holding still once he was sheathed completely. She smiled at him, with one hand reaching up to his cheek, and the other running through the hair on the back of his neck, and she whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too." His voice came out slightly stilted, supported over her by his elbows, and clenching his trembling muscles with the effort of remaining motionless, and not thrusting into her senselessly, as the animal within him wanted to do. He looked down at her beautiful, perfect body, with its fair skin, deep blue eyes surrounded by sooty lashes, and soft brown hair curving off her forehead as she lay beneath him. While part of him wished he could admire her longer, buried deep inside her, that dull ache down low was too much to ignore, and finally he started to move, his motions shallow at first to ensure that their joining was comfortable for her.
She drew her hands down his shoulders and gripped his two muscular forearms, parting her lips as her breathing grew heavier, and she lifted her hips up to meet his in time to the rhythm he set for their lovemaking. As his strokes picked up speed, she gasped, mashing her head backward into the pillow. She gave a brief little whine, then moaned low: "Oooh, Logan."
Hearing her call his name like that completely undid him. He climaxed, experiencing those exquisite spasms as his seed left his body. Making a few grunting noises, but momentarily not caring what sounds he emitted as he rode out his completion in her tight warmth, Logan then lay briefly on top of her in total bliss. Folding his knees up beneath him, he sat back on his heels and scooped her into his lap in one swift motion, positioning her legs straddled on either side of his, and pressing them chest to chest to prevent him from slipping out of her.
Shooting her a look loaded with potential, he wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her in place, then bent his head to lavish attention on one nipple with his mouth, his other hand slipping down to where he could feel the base of his shaft before it disappeared inside her. Reveling in this physical evidence of their consummation for a moment, he manipulated his fingers to press and stroke her, at the same time teasing with his lips and carefully nipping with his teeth. He was thrilled when her body yielded to his touch, her orgasm causing her to clench around him, and a series of breathy gasps escaped her lips before she collapsed against him bonelessly. He kissed and delicately licked at the sheen of perspiration on her skin between her breasts, then laid her back down on the bed while he darted off to dispose of the condom.
Pulling back the sheets, he climbed in and she immediately rolled over against him, throwing one leg over his and pillowing her head on his chest below his collarbone. He threaded his fingers through her hair and gripped the nape of her neck for a moment, kissing her on the temple before they both fell immediately asleep.