Title:
Vacation days 2
Name:
Joy
Email:
SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
Rating:
R
As their mouths parted, Max's brown eyes sparkled
with the same delighted intensity that shone in Logan's. Max licked her lips
tasting him again before saying, "So, you gonna tell me what you were
thinking about before you stroked my foot," she paused and added
breathlessly, "in a way that could have possibly made me come under
different conditions?"
Fire in Logan's eyes rose as he responded
seductively, "Take your shoes off and I'll show you!"
Max raised her eyebrow, "Oh really…?"
Logan nodded with the same sinful look he gave Max
when he told her he wanted to GO FAST. "On second thought, I want the
privilege of undressing you… your feet at least." That look never left his
face.
"There is a guy in there underneath the polo
shirts and battle cry against injustice… I wasn't sure I'd ever get to see
him."
"Do you like him?" he asked placing her
right foot in his lap with an expression of shear lust. You would have thought
he was the wolf looking at red riding hood. He looked like he might try to
devour her entirely.
"The jury is still out on that one… Slightly
mixed messages are being received at present," Max stated plainly,
pretending to be totally oblivious to Logan's arousal.
"Well, we can't have you getting mix signals…
I… want… to… turn… you… on," he said as he undid the shoe in front of him
very slowly. He gently removed it from the foot, then shimmied off her sock,
leaving her foot bare. He performed the same actions on her left foot and was
satisfied that he could accomplish his task with the skin available to him.
Max sat facing Logan with her feet in his lap,
laying back on the futon. She propped herself up by her elbows to watch all
that was about to happen. He ran his fingers lightly over the top of both her
feet. His eyes glowed with desire as they met hers. He was going to have his
way with her… or at least her feet. Her right foot became the first victim of
his seduction. He let his hands glide over her skin lightly to sensitize it to
his touch. They traveled over the top of her foot, underneath and up her calve.
His hands massaged just like before, but this time he mixed-in some kisses,
gently at first, then growing in intensity.
Logan propped her foot on his shoulder and kissed
her instep aggressively. The kiss was one that if it had been planted on her
neck would have certainly left a mark but now it merely transmitted the same
delicious electricity through her body. His tongue flicked at her skin as he
kissed her. He continued his assault on her foot by caressing actively at the
middle of her foot. Her groin muscles contracted of their own accord as his
thumb ran up and down the middle of her foot, causing Max to gasp. Logan
chuckled at the sight before returning to suckle her instep. He pushed her pant
leg up so he could trail his tongue up her calve. He finished off with a small
bite, at which she lurched at bit.
Max, by this time, was panting and squirming at the
attention, which only turned Logan on more. He was getting to her. She knew her
feet were sensitive but she had never even heard of them being used as an
erogenous zone. Logan leaned closer to Max's face to play with her a little. He
sat glooming just out of her reach to tempt her. She leaned up to be kissed
only to have him pull away.
"Logan…" she said exasperated. "When
are you going to kiss me?" the pout appeared to tempt him.
"After I finish with this foot," Logan
stated, not buying her pouty looks. Max's left leg was brought to his waiting
mouth to worship it. He dove for her ankle and began to suckle it. His tongue
licked all the way around her ankle, teeth nipping at it along the way. Logan's
attention to detail was amazing. He slipped his fingers between her toes to
tantalize the sensitive skin there. Max squirmed biting her lip as Logan
concentrated on the mid-section of her foot, pressing hard then soft. He slid
his thumb up and down her foot until he located the area that really turned her
on to be touched. In round circles, he continued to caress, as beads of sweat
appeared on Max's brow.
Max finally snapped. Unable to take the amazingly
erotic torture, she pounced at Logan, straddling his lap. "Enough
foreplay!!!" Max said in Logan's ear while removing his shirt over his
head. She kissed him hard and wildly. "I don't want to hear anything about
taking it slow or feeling the need to be a gentlemen. After what you just did
to me, you will finish what you started."
"Yes ma'am," Logan said taking his orders
very well, removing her shirt and bra in seconds. He put his mouth to her ear
and said with a chuckle, "Later I want to go slow… like in an
hour."
The fire in Max's eyes burned bright as play time
was over and lovemaking commenced. While they christened the futon, Logan
expressed his desire to christen a variety of other places in the cabin during
their stay. All the emotions that had been building were fully realized in
those moments together in the cabin, their cabin. Their first kiss,
their second first kiss, and their first time all happened at this cabin.
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Logan and Max snuggled in each other's arms reveling
in the feeling of oneness they still had. He ran his fingers over her bareback
and watched the shiver travel through her body. "Hey. Stop that… I'm comfy
here. No distraction from bliss."
"Bliss, huh? A guy could get a big head from a
statement like that."
Max smirked at Logan as he kissed her lips lightly
then nuzzled closer to her. Max decided to push a little and see if she could
embarrass him, "We can talk about me giving head later."
Logan startled and said, "I didn't…" as
Max giggled at his reaction.
"Got ya!"
"Yeah, you do," he said wrapping his arms
around her in a full body hug.
She contentedly held on to him happy to be in his
arms. She kept wondering when the voice of doom was going to scream at her to
run and hide. The voice never came.
"Strawberries!" she said with great vigor.
"Strawberries?" Logan repeated.
A naked Max detangled herself from Logan and went to
the refrigerator to find the fruit she knew she had unpacked. It didn't bother
her to feel Logan's eyes follow her across the room. She returned with a bowl
of the fruit in whip cream that Logan had made. Max walked toward him unabashed
as the light of the late afternoon gleamed off her golden skin. The shadows hit
here body only emphasizing her perfection again in Logan's mind. "God,
you're gorgeous," Logan muttered extending a hand to her to return to him.
"You're not half bad yourself… and so you know,
I refuse to compare," she said sitting beside him on the futon that was
out flat from their horizontal romp.
His face became quizzical, "What?"
"I don't compare guys, so don't bother
asking," she stated flatly and fed him a strawberry.
Logan chuckled and said, "Max, how old do you
think I am? I mean, I think I get props for a successful completion being
paralyzed and all, but I have no desire to think of you with anyone but me…
Agh…"
"Sorry. Habit. Forgot who I was talking to… Not
that it's a well-used habit or even one that has been used lately," she
stumbled through, then resigned her herself to not speaking by biting into the
red fruit she loved. The juice began to stain her lips. She gave the rest of it
to Logan and said, "Your right about the props for a successful
completion… In fact… a few successful completions… for the record," Max
said looking down a bit.
"Really? Thus being the bliss?" he said
with a smile.
"Thus being the bliss."
"Well, how's my kissing?"
Max burst out laughing, "What?"
"My ego is well stroked from satisfying you, so
I'm wondering if you think I'm a good kisser."
"You're weird."
"No, this is my attempt to get you to kiss
me."
"Oh, sorry. Not always good with the subtle
hints," Max said biting her lip.
"Subtly can be highly over rated," Logan
said looming in front of her mouth before kissing her. The taste was amazing, a
mixture of Max and strawberries. Logan felt sure someone should try to paten
it.
After finishing their strawberries and cream, Logan
looked deeply into Max's eyes with great love and caring. She noticed a wrinkle
in his forehead appear. Some concern or worry had found its way into their
sanctuary. "What Logan?" she asked running her finger across the
line.
"It's not important," he commented looking
down. Max gave him a stern look to which he relented and said, "I'm
wondering… when the voice of doom, Zack, or Lydecker is going to take you away
from me."
Her eyes became soft as he spoke. "I've been
wondering the same thing… so far none of the above." She smiled sweetly at
him as his eyes gazed at her face and then down her body.
"How did I manage to be this lucky? How could I
even think for a second that life was pointless when I have you in mine?"
he said stroking her cheek in a way that brought tears to Max's eyes. They
spilled down her cheeks alerting Logan to the heart burning beneath was in need
of comfort. "Sweetness, what's wrong?" he asked wiping the tears away
with his thumb, palming her cheek.
"You scared me that day. I… I thought I didn't
reach you in time. I didn't actually. I'm so thankful for your neighbor's
fall," she said as tears slowly descended her cheeks. Her tears were
better then a vocal profession of love to Logan because they were more costly.
Every tear meant he was that much closer to her heart then the moment before.
"I could have lost you… I could have never known this."
Logan kissed her lips as if she were the most
precious thing on the planet and to him she was. "I'm sorry… it won't
happen again." He kissed her again, laying her back down on the futon. His
hand caressed her cheek and then traveled down her side. He gazed at her face
as tears kept appearing in her eyes. His lightly kissed each eyelid then lips
again. "This may sound weird, but I want your permission to make love to you.
Not like before, all hormones and energy. I want to touch you slowly, carefully
and show you how I feel about you, how I really feel about you. I won't be hurt
if you cry the whole time, in fact that probably means you're understanding
me."
Max shut her eyes allowing the tears to descend her
cheeks. "I'd like that."
Logan kissed her face and cheeks as his hand
caressed the side of her body. His hand drew circles on her stomach as he
kissed her neck. His mouth found her ear, and he whispered, "I love you,
Max… I do. You're the greatest gift I've ever received. I live to love
you." His lips found their way to her tear stained cheek.
He looked into her eyes brimming with newly forming
tears. She tried to form the words to respond to his confession with. One
dexterous finger was placed on her full pouty lips before kissing them.
"Your tears tell me all I need to know."
Max pulled Logan entirely on top of her, their naked
bodies touching each other. Their eyes met again, this time the words came from
her lips with no problem, "Make love to me? Show me your love." He
gently kissed her lips.
"Nothing would make me happier."
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Days flew past and they never seemed to make it past
the kitchen, living room and bathroom. Once they tried to take a walk, however,
Logan got one look at the Max's backside in her tight jeans, and they didn't
make it out the door. Staying in various states of undress seemed to be the
only way to function on their vacation.
"Do we ever have to go back?" Max said as
she played with Logan's hair while they sat in front of the fire. She leaned
back and put her head in his lap so he would stroke her hair. She discovered
the caresses of Logan to her mane were as heavenly as to her body.
"We should probably go back tomorrow. I'll see
about getting Bling to forge you a doctor's note for the last couple days,
since you got the other days off already," he stated running his fingers
through the long brown hair. She began to pout. "We could always continue
our vacation at my place."
"What are you talking about?" Max said
looking up at him quizzically.
Logan shifted uncomfortably under Max's gaze. His
expression became sheepish as he said, "You… You could move in… with me. I
know it may seem fast, but… I'm tired of saying goodnight to you… I like the
twenty four seven thing."
His eyes timidly looked at Max as she thought over
his proposition. "What would I be responsible for?"
"What?"
"Would I be expected to vacuum? I mean, I'm not
exactly domestic, feline DNA or not," Max asked.
Logan laughed out right. "What are you
responsible for at your apartment?"
"I guess you have a point… I wouldn't be
expected to cook, right. That's your department. I don't want to forfeit the
wonders of Chef Cale."
He got a huge smile on his face and urged her to sit
up. He positioned her in his lap, "You're thinking about it." He
hugged her around the middle, "I didn't think you would even consider it…
I'm glad I was wrong."
"Do you still have Daphne's number?"
"Excuse me?" Logan said in confusion.
Max didn't understand his expression so she
repeated, "Do you still have Daphne's number?"
"Are you worried about me having a black book
or something?"
"No, I'm worried about leaving Original Cindy
alone. I was hoping to inspire a love connection, so I know she will be looked
after when I move out."
Logan sat in astonishment for a second. He tried to
process the last couple statements. He closed his eyes, "Did you just
agree to move in with me?"
"Yeah."
Logan attacked Max's mouth, making
out with her like a teenager. "I guess you're happy?" she asked.
"Ecstatic," he said
against her lips, laying her back on the now well-christened futon.
"Haven't we done this enough
yet?" she asked with mock disinterest.
"Never!" he exclaimed and
bit her neck.
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The ride back to Seattle was
wonderfully peaceful. Logan drove as Max slept on his shoulder. He occasionally
glanced down at his beautiful love while she slept. Logan whispered words to
his dark sweetness from his favorite play,
"Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so
fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial
death is amorous,
And that the lean
abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to
be his paramour?"
"I'm not your paramour,"
she whispered back.
"I thought you were
asleep."
"Obviously, if you have the
audacity to call me one by the wrong name and two a
paramour," she said stretching.
"It's from Romeo &
Juliet."
"Act V, Scene III… I know. I
was teasing. It's a great play."
"I'm glad you think so… It's my
favorite."
"So you were complementing me
by whispering to me about the beauty of a dead girl in Italy?" she said
taking his free hand.
"You could say that," he
said as she stared at him. "What?"
"I love you Logan," she
said plainly.
He looked at her in shock, then
kissed her temple. "I love you too… We're moving you in tonight. I refuse
to spend even one night away from you."
Max chuckled and nodded as they head
back to their home. "Man, am I going to hear about this when we get
back. I can just hear Cindy and Kendra. It's almost enough for me to want to
put off moving in for a while."
"No. My Max. I'm not
sharing. They've gotten to have you for the last couple years. I'm not
sharing. We are driving straight over to your apartment, packing your
stuff, and moving you in. No ifs ands or buts about it. My Max," he said
with a slight pout.
"When did you go 'three year
old' on me?"
"When you suggested waiting. No
waiting. My Max."
She snuggled under his free arm and
said, "Your Max."
They drove the rest of the way in relative silence, enjoying the possibilities that lay ahead.