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"Ya know, this would work a whole lot better if your pants were off." Rogue smiled against his clavicle as she spoke, dropping a kiss there, soft as a butterfly, and grazed her teeth along the tendon that ran up his neck, swirling her tongue around the vein that climbed it, the taste of his skin making it difficult to stay coherent, her fingers tangled in his hair. She marveled. It was so much softer than she ever would have thought possible. She raked her nails lightly over his scalp and down the column at the base of his skull. He made a sound like an engine purring, leaning back into her subtle manipulations. His face split into a staggering grin that deepened into laughter, making the breath catch in her throat. It made him seem ten years younger when he did that. She sighed, sending a shiver through them both and unfastened his belt with a curious mastery.
His laugh broke off, a spark of some indefinable emotion lighting his eyes. He lifted her up as he stood, hitching her still quivering thighs around his danger lines. She rested her wrists on his slick shoulders and drew back, watching him closely. He could feel her preparing to fight him if he tried to balk again. He wouldn't. Not now. She'd won. He belonged to her, and he was about to show her just how much. But he had to do this right...
Logan welded their mouths together before she could rally quick enough to protest. This was where he wanted to drown. In her. He could never tire of this... Cradling her head in his big paw, he carried her around the waterfall to the cabana shaded beneath. He placed his knee between hers to brace his massive frame and gently laid her down on the tufted duvet. The warm glow played across her breasts as she arched her back, impatient to feel his body follow her down. Logan changed his mind. Maybe, rich people weren't so bad after all…
His stare burned down into her, blazing with amber fire in flat out amazement. She propped up on her elbows, tilting her head, her mahogany hair spilling over her shoulders, tinting the air with her tempting scent and dropped back to the comforter, hands over her head. She moaned and exposed her throat to him. The animal within him howled in triumph. One delicate hand rested at her furrowed brow and the other reached down to coax more breathless sounds from her lush parted lips as she kneaded her abused nipple. Her eyes were dilated, filled with shifting stars, her body undulating in a sexy wave, impatient. Logan's grew wild. She was completely without artifice. He loved it…
Love. There was that word again… Was this love? Was this what love felt like? He had loyalties. Experienced comradery, perhaps. But he'd never loved another human before. Not that he was aware of. Then again, he'd never felt the way that she made him feel before... His brows knit together.
Rogue traced his perfect contours, silhouetted against the cascade of water at his back, from beneath feathery lashes, and hooked her little foot behind the crook of his knee, grabbing his loose buckle and leather and tugged, urging him down on top of her. He fell willingly, settling between her legs. The only place he ever wanted to be again.
"You don't have to be so damn careful." She drawled, voice dripping like honey against the straight shot of his jawbone as she nipped him and dug her nails into his shoulder blades, drawing blood as she rubbed her aching core against his caged member. He could feel just how wet she was through the denim and Logan's eyes damn near rolled back in his head in delirium as he bit back a snarl. He clamped back down on to her throat as his skin knit back together, tracing his earlier path in reverse, less gently this time, and continued over her ribs and abdomen. She squirmed, sucking her reddened bottom lip between her teeth.
He grinned wickedly against her silky skin. She was ticklish. Logan flicked his tongue, dipping into her belly button and circled it. Rogue cried out, trying desperately to drive him where she needed him to be. He held her still as she bucked and tried to tether herself to sanity with a handful of cotton comfort. She had no idea these feelings even existed. And now they were going to kill her. She was going to die from insatiated lust… Go figure.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Logan surprised her when she felt his lips touch down on her hipbone. First one, and then the other. Tiny noises escaped from the back of her throat.
"Please, Logan. I need you inside me. Now. I can't take it anymore." She beseeched, gritting her teeth.
He fell to his knees.
"Not yet. I want to taste you first." His voice was raw. Liquid and gravel all at once.
He hooked her calf and drug her to the end of the bed, resting the sleek curves of her thighs over his shoulders. He spread them apart slowly. Rogue gasped when she felt his hot breath exhale against her delicate flesh.
"So fucking beautiful..." He whispered, worshipping from heavy lids. He leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue up her slit and swirled it around her most sensitive nub, gently pulling it between his teeth and sucked, massaging her with his tongue and plunged it down her slick folds, thrusting deep inside her, groaning at the taste of her filling his mouth. His dick twitched, jealous, so hard he could bust through a brick wall. She threw her head back and cried out, writhing and bucking in response, lost in sensation. He could feel her close to the brink again as she throbbed against his mouth and forced himself to pull away. Lifting his head, they locked eyes.
He reached out and stroked her with his thumb once again and put it between his lips, and sucked it clean. Rogue's eyes did roll back in her head as she whined. Yes, she was ready. She was soaking wet. A sound like rolling thunder reverberated through his chest and he stood slowly. Towering over her, he carefully pulled down his zipper and pushed his jeans over the curve of his ass, dropping them to the floor, finally freeing his hard on from its prison.
"Holy shit…" she panted, her spunk faltering.
He hovered above her, and searched her face. This was what he'd been afraid of. He had to take this slow. If she wanted this at all.
"Rogue, are you sure you wanna to do this? A woman's first time can be… kinda rough." Logan asked, voice thick and unsteady. Jaw clenched and brows drawn, he imprisoned himself in an iron control. This was about her. And he'd wait forever if that was what she asked of him.
Shock caused words to wedge in her throat as she tried to piece her fragmented, scattered thoughts together. Her dark, earnest eyes sought his, momentarily speechless. Under his steady scrutiny she couldn't think.
All she knew was that this felt right. Him, between her parted thighs, naked on top of her as her body hummed with liquid fire he drew from her with his hands, his mouth, his very voice... The apex of their bodies fit like he'd been made just for her, their fingers intertwining like puzzle pieces. Rogue's heartbeat skipped for a minute and fell into the rhythm of his, proving it true. She was sure that he would always keep her safe, protect her, lay down his life for her. No hesitation.
Rogue suddenly saw him with an abrupt clarity, and with a pulse pounding certainty knew that she was in love with him. Undoubtedly. Faced with the reality, he left every fantasy in the dust. This was where she belonged. This was home. Logan was home.
She pulled him closer to her.
"Logan, I want you. Please."
She kissed him then, her embrace fierce and tight. He groaned, lingering on her lips awhile, delighting in the taste of her as she offered herself to him. Only him. His blood sang, roaring beneath his veins, and not exactly headed in the direction of his brain. He pushed himself up with one arm, muscles straining as his chest glistened in the golden cavern light, heaving beneath his labored breathing.
He took the base of his cock in his hand and stroked himself, pumping on the way up. He threw his head back and hissed through his teeth, one lone pearl drop coming to it's head. Logan caught it on the tip of his finger and Rogue's eyes drank in the sight, utterly enraptured, curious, and brought it to her mouth, taking it captive with her tongue. Logan moaned, tracing her hot, wet mouth, dipping his fingers in, tingling as she sucked. He tried to steady himself and gain his composure as he gently slid his shafts head up and down the slippery folds of her pussy. Her breathing became uneven as he pressed against her pleasure point.
"Yesss." She gasped.
Her pelvis arched up to meet him. He positioned himself at her opening. Her breath caught as he slowly pushed inside her. He felt her muscles constrict around him, so tight he thought his head would pop off and he'd bust like warm champagne, spilling all of himself into her quaking body. Ridiculously tight… He stilled, panting with restraint, sinews straining as sweat beaded on his forehead with the force of his control. This was all about her.
He waited for her to relax, swallowing past the knot in his throat, hot and suddenly bone dry. He glanced at her for any sign of her objection. Her eyes shimmered as she nodded, urging him on, her lips curved on the verge of a smile. He continued to press forward, just a little bit at a time until he felt the resistance from the barrier of her virtue. She inhaled sharply, squirming beneath him, uncomfortable as her body stretched to accommodate his girth. A tremor touched her lips, her pulse skittering alarmingly. She was swimming through a haze of feelings and desires, his nearness and the reality of the what was she was about to impart to another human being overwhelming her.
Logan showered kisses to her shoulders, her neck, her face, her eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, the look in his eyes almost unbearable in their tenderness. He had to do this now.
Logan's own voice betrayed him, releasing a shuddering groan as he pushed forward in one swift stroke of his hard, strong hips, burying himself to her hilt, shattering her innocence and encompassing himself in her warm, slick, silky depths. His breath came raggedly, rust and salt tingeing the air. Rogue fought a sob as she was torn in half, hanging on to him for dear life, a sheen of sweat highlighting her curves and valleys.
It was all he could do to hold the Wolverine back as black spots danced and bloomed in front of his eyes and he panted, blinded, lost to himself. There was nothing civilized about the things that that had brought out in him.
Logan imprinted on her, the animal deep inside vowing that she was his. No one else could touch her. And he'd kill to be sure. His knuckles itched, tears stung his eyes. He'd never felt anything in all his life as powerful as that truth, and it shook him to his very soul.
He blinked until the world came back into focus and he regained some semblance of sanity, his heart breaking that he'd wounded her. Logan covered her mouth with his own, unbearably faintly, begging forgiveness as he tasted her tears on his lips, trying to persuade her to open up to him completely by sheer will, mimicking what he wanted to do to her with his tongue. Gradually, he felt an awakening response inside her, her body unclenching and her breathing evened out, the agony dissipating from her shimmering eyes. Rogue forced herself to focus only on what Logan's mouth was doing now and felt his kiss send the pit of her stomach into a wild swirl, pleasant little jolts raining through her body, sparking a new kind of ache. She was shocked as he struck a vibrant chord within her as he continued to explore her ivory flesh, his only motive for existence to chase her pain away. As he roused her passion, his own grew stronger. Her hips rocked against him.
Slowly, Logan began to pull back, listening to her broken sigh in response and winced as he felt her release his lats and they pieced back to together. Little Rogue had claws of her own... Logan hadn't even realized she'd done it.
His eyes riveted on her. He needed to watch her while he did this. He tucked a platinum streak back from her face, caressing the shadow cast by her cheek with his thumb.
"Don't close your eyes, Marie. I want to see what you're thinking."
She swallowed, her vivid gaze filled with a profound longing in answer for her.
He drew himself almost all of the way back out and then stroked inward again at a leisurely pace. The tiny noise she made in response thrilled him more than he'd thought anything could.
He'd learned long ago how to seduce and pleasure women, but suddenly his experience seemed inadequate. He wanted this to be more than just a good lay. He wanted this to be something that she would always hold on to, always remember. What the hell had she done to him?
He felt the head of his cock nudge against her cervix as their bodies pressed together again. She moaned beneath him once more.
"Mmmmmm..." she purred softly. "Again. Harder." She bit her lip.
He stopped moving, almost smirking against his will. "Harder?"
"Yessss..." she pleaded.
He drew himself almost all of the way out of her in one rapid stroke. "Like that?"
She swallowed and let out a sigh that he couldn't help enjoying. Her breasts moved so beautifully when she did that, her nipples teasing him as they rose...
"Or how about like this?" He thrust into her almost violently and watched in astonishment as she arched and cried out.
Shit. Did I hurt her? Logan went perfectly still, observing her face closely.
"Just. Like. That." She panted.
He smiled with beautiful candor, and melted her defenses away as she surrendered completely to him. He leaned closer and put his hand beneath the concave hollow of her spine, pulling her to him, tingling at his touch.
"You ready?" he whispered.
"Absofuckinlutely."
A moan of ecstasy slipped through his lips at her testimony.
Logan's desire for her overrode everything else. He began thrusting into her, stroking almost all of the way out and then impaling her over and over. With each thrust she cried out, louder and louder. Rogue's eyes were wide with awe, their bodies in exquisite harmony. He wondered if this was how she'd looked before she came the first time. The thought almost sent him over the edge-
No, he reminded himself. She goes first.
He picked up the speed of his thrusts and felt her body start to tremble. She was almost there... So close... His own release was building. But she had to have hers first. He wanted to watch her come...
"Logan… I-" Her ability to speak abruptly ended as he freed her and she abandoned herself to the turbulence of his passion, making her soar higher than she ever thought it possible to go. She bucked up to meet him, her cries far away from where she was, wrapping her legs around his, shuddering and spasming around him.
Logan's world exploded. It didn't exist anymore. He didn't exist anymore. There was only Rogue as he burst with liquid fire and was obliterated, and darkness, and they were showered in sparks. Illuminating the only thing that mattered. The reason for his existence.
Rogue.
Author's Note: Is there like a world record for longest sex scene lol? Wow. That took awhile. Not complaining. Ya'lls reviews make it all worth while. Not to mention it was fun. Gimme more, please! You fabulous people, you. :)