Chapter 11

Lorelei awoke just after dawn, the grey light making everything in her bedroom barely visible once her open eyes had adjusted. The warm, solid body next to her was still deeply asleep, making hearty inhalations that were almost - but not quite - snores. She would have liked to stay in bed with him longer, but his hand resting heavily on her bare abdomen made other needs more pressing. She scooted out from under the weighty limb pressing down on her bladder and tiptoed into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom. Once finished, she contemplated herself in the mirror.

Bright eyes and rosy cheeks for 5:30a.m., she thought with a smirk. I guess sex with Logan agrees with me.

She recalled his sweetness from the night before, how he'd been sure he asked her permission before moving things forward, physically, and how he'd turned his awareness to her body to make sure she felt as satisfied as he before they passed out. She thought about how long it had been since she had sex (consensual sex, she corrected herself angrily, pushing that particular unwelcome memory out of her current reverie), and felt her face grow hot and her insides clench at the thought of what it felt like when Logan slid inside her.

She'd never known anyone like him before. Although he was gruff and somewhat rude to most of the other adults at the school, he was only ever kind, even solicitous, to her. At first she was fearful, as she'd told him, that this was because of her mutation, but after awhile she had noticed a crucial difference. People who were affected by her 'good vibes' were just happy - they were nice to everyone. Logan was only nice to her. Which worked just fine, most of the time; the other instructors were used to him and his moodiness, and he was always affectionate and glad to see her. It was his straightforwardness in particular, combined with his supremely protective tendencies, that gave her hope for them in the long term. He gave her security in every way, and she was excited that last night they'd finally decided to propel their relationship forward.

Which brought up her next dilemma: what to wear back to bed? Her inexperience wracked her with indecision. Normally in the summer, she wore a plain black nightgown, a soft knit with tank straps, which was both cool and comfortable. Her meager collection of lacy lingerie from her one previous boyfriend had been tossed out long ago during her moratorium on a love life. Sultry women in movies often went to bed in cleavage-enhancing pushup bras, but yuck, she vetoed. No way am I wearing uncomfortable underwire in bed.

The answer was right in front of her, of course: stay nude. Although she'd only been naked in front of him the once and it was not her first inclination to feel brazen enough to parade around in the buff, she felt confident it would get a positive reaction from Logan. She nodded once to herself in the mirror and opened the door to the bedroom.

Logan had kicked off the covers and was wide awake looking at her, lying with muscular arms folded behind his head and legs stretched out straight, giving her a first-class view of his long, naked, powerfully-built form. She forgot all about her body bashfulness as she stared at him. Oh my, he's magnificent, she thought. Try not to drool.

"Mornin', Baby," his lips parted slowly to reveal his teeth in a sexy smile, looking like he wanted to eat her. "C'mere."

She blossomed beneath his stare, and walked over to stand by the bed, where he languidly reached out an arm and fastened his hand onto her ass. Making eye contact, he spoke again: "You look beautiful."

She bent forward, kissing him and then plastering her body the length of his, skin to skin. After a moment of earnest kissing, his erection was pressing rigidly into her pelvis.

"Do you have- another-?" she asked haltingly.

"Condom? Yeah," he answered, flailing for his jeans on the ground. She snapped them up, patting the pockets until she found the little square package. Ripping it open, she had it on in a flash and positioned herself over him, sinking down onto him in one quick motion. His hands flew up to grip her hips, a groan of ecstasy slipping out of his mouth as he held her still for a moment. Then he relented his pressure and she began rocking with movement, grinding down onto him and definitely enjoying his array of pleasured expressions. She braced her hands on his chest, fingers exploring through the hair there, to give herself a better angle to leverage herself on top of him.

Logan gazed up at her, admiring the view of her just-fucked hair and her breasts bouncing wonderfully from the rhythm of her hips. He watched her from his position of repose a while longer, then slid his hands up the sides of her body, briefly hefting her breasts and then lodging his hands under her arms to lift her slightly. Rolling them over as one unit, he loomed above her, aware of a stirring from his base animal within. She'd looked incredible riding him, but now he felt a primal urge telling him to lay claim to his female underneath him, and service her until neither of them could stand up.

Plus, he had a manly desire to prove to her that he could last longer than the measly couple of minutes from last night (really, he'd been surprised he hadn't come sooner than that, given how long it had been since he'd had sex), and he could do that a lot better if he was in charge. Slowing their pace slightly, he lifted one of her legs to change the angle of his penetration, taking his cue from her face that this was a good decision. He looked down to watch his cock sinking in to her, brushing his fingers across her sensitive nerve endings and enjoying it when she jumped a little. He continued this stimulation, rubbing and rolling and gently pinching her flesh with his fingers, picking up his tempo when she quickened her breathing. Feeling her body squeeze him deep inside as she cried out, he paused and let her float on the rolling waves of pleasure for a moment before he started thrusting into her more strongly.

Building toward his own orgasm, he felt her clenching her leg muscles and scrabbling at the bedclothes with her fingernails: she was on the edge again, herself. He was so close, and after he lifted her hips up slightly she came a second time, making a low moan and taking him along with her as her tender, swollen muscles fluttered and gripped him. He felt himself empty, and once that moment was complete and the condom removed, he returned to energetically cuddle her naked body in the bed; grabbing, fondling, and kissing her.

"Can we wake up like that every morning?" His voice was so deep that she could feel the vibrations of his speech in her chest. She laughed.

"Definitely. Mmm, what time is it? Maybe we should shower."

"Together?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, and she blushed as she realized this implication of her suggestion. He noticed, and pulled her in tight to him as he teased her a little.

"Lorelei, I've just touched you everywhere - are you really going to get shy at the thought of showering together? Besides, I'm not sure I want you to shower yet. Right now, you smell like me. All over. And that is sexy as hell." He punctuated this speech by reaching down and touching a finger between her legs, making her gasp, then slowly withdrawing it and putting it in his mouth. "Mmmhmm."

He let his wet finger drift over until it touched her nipple, encircling it a few times before he just let his whole hand settle possessively onto her breast. Hmm, two can play at that game, she thought, impressed at her own boldness. She skimmed her palm down the trail of hair below his navel, softly stroked his cock, and continued her hand's journey down to his testicles. Scooping them into her hand, she began to massage them, deftly using her fingers to caress, lightly scratch, tug, and squeeze for a little while. He exhaled a long, satisfied sigh, shifting his hips to bump against hers, and she could see that he was already half-hard again. Feeling gratified at the effect she had on him, she removed her hand and swung her legs off the edge of the bed, grabbing his arm to pull him along.

"C'mon, Logan," she coaxed.

Leading the way to the bathroom, she turned on the water in the shower, then got out an extra towel for him and set it on the counter. Backing into the shower stall with her eyes on him, she felt the spray hit her back and she closed her eyes and extended her head, allowing the water to drench her hair, forehead, and run in rivulets down her chest. Logan gave a little growl at seeing this, and joined her under the warm water in no time.

They rubbed their wet, slippery bodies against each other, kissing and groping. Lorelei reached for the bar of soap, creating a lather with her hands that she applied to his body, urging him to turn so the cascade of water rinsed him off.

She slowly knelt before him in the shower, and his eyes widened in comprehension as she took him into her mouth, causing him to mutter a strangled "Lor-!" She ran her hands up his sinewy thighs and dug her fingernails into his buttocks. Sliding over him, she looked up through half-closed lids and saw his mouth gaping open and his eyes squeezed shut, almost as if he was in pain - a very, very good pain. She felt so wanton and powerful knowing that she could make him feel so much pleasure, the way he did to her. Suddenly, he put his hand on her head and carefully eased her off of him, lifting her by her elbow to her feet.

"Aahh- Baby- I'm going to-" he grunted, leaning forward with his hand on the shower wall as he exploded. Lorelei had never watched a man ejaculate before, and she felt a thrill of intimacy with Logan to be allowed to see him so shattered, in addition to feeling somewhat depraved and, surprisingly: really, really hot.

Turning suddenly to face her, his eyes dark and wanting, he switched off the water and grabbed her ass with both hands, hoisting her up to his waist. Holding her, he stepped out of the shower, managing to grab the extra towel on his way before he headed back to her bed. Flinging the towel in a heap on the bed, and dropping her wet body on top of it, he put his hands on her knees and spread her legs apart. Creeping toward her on the bed while making a deep, bestial noise in his chest, he stopped his pursuit abruptly and said, "Oh, shit, Baby - is this okay? Am I scaring you?"

"A little - but not really," she said breathlessly. She thought for a moment, trying to think of how to express herself. "I trust you, Logan. And . . . I want you. Now. A lot. I don't think any of that will change, but I will tell you if it does, and if we need to stop."

"Thank you," he said, relieved. "Because," he grinned, continuing his prowling on all fours before her, "I'm in the mood to play."

He captured her hips, forcing her to remain still while he brought his face very, very close between her legs. She wanted to squirm away from his laser stare, but he looked so serious . . . right up until he turned his head and nipped the inside of her leg. A laugh escaped from his mouth after she yelped, and he pounced on her, licking and sucking in the same exquisite oral torture she'd inflicted on him. She was so turned on, she came unraveled in seconds, moaning and gasping from his skill.

"Shh, shh Baby," whispered Logan. "The kids are probably getting up now - I don't want them to come in here to see if you're being murdered."

That made her giggle a little. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

He rose up over her to kiss her, and she could taste herself on his lips: another first. She ran her fingertips over his eyebrows and remarked, "Huh, not a lot of privacy here, I guess. I like teaching the kids, but I'm kind of a private person, after all."

"Me, too. Initially, I wasn't going to stay here very long. But I did eventually find someone worth hanging around for," he added, dropping soft, sucky little kisses on her neck. "I kind of always thought I would head back up to Canada, to the woods. These woods," he gestured with a handful of her wet hair, taking a deep whiff to catch the scent of fir trees that he loved. "Build a little cabin, get a dog, catch some fish . . . keep things simple."

"Simple meaning alone?" she asked frankly, trying not to sound too hopeful for the contrary.

"Nope. Not necessarily. I mean, I'd like it if you were there, too, if you wanted to be." Hope was creeping into his voice, too.

"I do," she said plainly. His mouth captured hers again at this, and he slid his arms beneath her body to cradle her against his chest. Their kiss eventually deepened and their hands started wandering over one another, causing each of them to wonder privately how much sex they were capable of in one day, and in the same thought each vowing to find out.

With the weight of Logan's body pressed heatedly on top of Lorelei's, they breathed into each other and simultaneously reached down between them, guiding his hardness to slip completely inside her, feeling full, wet, and tight for them both. Logan kept his arms snug around her, thrusting harder and harder, his whiskered cheek lying in veneration on her breast as she wrapped her arms around him, too, welcoming him to her.

Listening for her little panting noises to quicken, a sound with which he was now becoming familiar, Logan rose up on his elbows, placing his forehead against hers and putting even more effort into his strokes. This effort paid off as they reached the peak together, making appreciative noises as they melted into warm stickiness.

Feeling her pulse beat against his chest, Logan felt a flash of panic. Fuck. What did we just do?