I am warning everone now. This is a sex chapter. Do not read if you are offended by sex. this Chapter is b NC 17!! /b I can't change the rating without changing the whole Story, so if you dont want to read it, skip to the next chapter when I have the little lines (---)
Chapter Twenty One and a half - Sweet Monkey Lovin': The Uncut Version
Logan laid Max down on the bed softly, laying down next to her, leaning over stroke the back of a finger down her cheek. "Max, I have never been afraid of anything more than what you make me feel." Logan whispered softly, running the pads of his fingers over her cheek.
Max shivered at his touch. "Make love to me, Logan." She whispered back. Of all the emotions Logan expected to feel, alarm wasn't one of them. "Are you sure?"
She nodded slowly before reaching up and pulling his face down to hers for another slow kiss, one designed to drive a man crazy.
"I wont hurt you." Logan said as he pulled back again. Max pulled him down again. "I know." She said, but trembled nonetheless. "I'm not afraid of that."
"Yes you are." And he regretted that bitterly. "But you won't be." He promised fiercely. "All you have to do it tell me to stop."
"I wont." Max replied. They were both still whispering, as if loud words might shatter the peace they had finally found.
Smiling softly, Logan kissed Max's brow. "This is going to take a while."
Max let out a shaky laugh. "I've got plenty of time."
She closed her eyes and lifted her mouth to his. It was so right, so simply and easily right, to press her body to his, to lift her arms and wrap them around his neck. She shivered again as he slid her robe off her shoulder, but not from the chill of air in the room. Nor was it from fear. "I don't want you to think of anything but me." Logan murmured as he brushed Max's hair back, "No one but me."
"I'm not. I can't." She said, eyes half closed.
They kissed again before Logan whispered. "I wanted you from the moment I saw you."
Max smiled at that. "Almost six years ago."
"Almost six years ago." He agreed, toying with her lips. Max stiffened instinctively when Logan's hand slipped under the robe, pulling her arms out, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. In moments, the easy caresses of his fingertips had her muscles loosening. When his hand slid down to circle her breast, her body curved to welcome them.
Like warm rain, the pleasure was soft and quiet, soothing. Both Max and Logan accepted it, absorbed it, and then ached for more, as he slowly undressed her. The cool air of the room flowed over her body, but Max felt only his hands, molding gently, exploring, arousing. His touch lingered, then moved on, lighting flames in which those tiny raindrops of pleasure began to sizzle. When she trembled now, she trembled from the heat, and her breath strangled in her throat.
There was a sweetness here, a power, which Logan felt as his lips roamed down from hers to the swell of her breast. A feeling that she was completely his, as if they had been lovers for years.
Her body was like water in his hands, rising and falling with every breath. Logan distantly heard the sound of his name escaping from her lips.
He knew that he could make her float, as she was floating now, her eyes like smoke, her muscles like warm wax. And he knew that he only had to inch her higher, just a bit higher, to watch her break through those clouds into the storm.
Max felt Logan's teeth scrape over her hip, and the hand she had been stroking slowly through his hair went taunt. Heat coiled hot in her stomach as his tongue streaked over her. She shook her head as if to will the sudden and incontrollable quivering. Then the pressure built so quickly. She writhed, struggling towards it, struggling away. She tried to call out, tell him to slow down and give her a minute to prepare. But the pleasure gysered through her, spurting molten through her system,
Logan watched that instant of frantic denial, the stunned panic, then the mindless pleasure. Everything she felt echoed inside of him. As breathless as she, he raised himself over her, raining kissing over her glowing face until she was wrapped around him, until her movements became frantic and his own churning need demanded release.
"Look at me." He fought the words out of his burning throat. "Look at me, Max."
And when she did, when their eyes met, he slipped inside of her. Slowly, his hands fisted into the silk sheets, as if he could grip control there, he lowered into her, felt her rise to meet him until they moved together silkily.
When her lips curved, he buried his face in her throat and took them both over the edge.
And later, when she lay sleeping in her arms, he wondered if there was ever a time that he hadn't loved her.
Chapter Twenty One and a half - Sweet Monkey Lovin': The Uncut Version
Logan laid Max down on the bed softly, laying down next to her, leaning over stroke the back of a finger down her cheek. "Max, I have never been afraid of anything more than what you make me feel." Logan whispered softly, running the pads of his fingers over her cheek.
Max shivered at his touch. "Make love to me, Logan." She whispered back. Of all the emotions Logan expected to feel, alarm wasn't one of them. "Are you sure?"
She nodded slowly before reaching up and pulling his face down to hers for another slow kiss, one designed to drive a man crazy.
"I wont hurt you." Logan said as he pulled back again. Max pulled him down again. "I know." She said, but trembled nonetheless. "I'm not afraid of that."
"Yes you are." And he regretted that bitterly. "But you won't be." He promised fiercely. "All you have to do it tell me to stop."
"I wont." Max replied. They were both still whispering, as if loud words might shatter the peace they had finally found.
Smiling softly, Logan kissed Max's brow. "This is going to take a while."
Max let out a shaky laugh. "I've got plenty of time."
She closed her eyes and lifted her mouth to his. It was so right, so simply and easily right, to press her body to his, to lift her arms and wrap them around his neck. She shivered again as he slid her robe off her shoulder, but not from the chill of air in the room. Nor was it from fear. "I don't want you to think of anything but me." Logan murmured as he brushed Max's hair back, "No one but me."
"I'm not. I can't." She said, eyes half closed.
They kissed again before Logan whispered. "I wanted you from the moment I saw you."
Max smiled at that. "Almost six years ago."
"Almost six years ago." He agreed, toying with her lips. Max stiffened instinctively when Logan's hand slipped under the robe, pulling her arms out, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. In moments, the easy caresses of his fingertips had her muscles loosening. When his hand slid down to circle her breast, her body curved to welcome them.
Like warm rain, the pleasure was soft and quiet, soothing. Both Max and Logan accepted it, absorbed it, and then ached for more, as he slowly undressed her. The cool air of the room flowed over her body, but Max felt only his hands, molding gently, exploring, arousing. His touch lingered, then moved on, lighting flames in which those tiny raindrops of pleasure began to sizzle. When she trembled now, she trembled from the heat, and her breath strangled in her throat.
There was a sweetness here, a power, which Logan felt as his lips roamed down from hers to the swell of her breast. A feeling that she was completely his, as if they had been lovers for years.
Her body was like water in his hands, rising and falling with every breath. Logan distantly heard the sound of his name escaping from her lips.
He knew that he could make her float, as she was floating now, her eyes like smoke, her muscles like warm wax. And he knew that he only had to inch her higher, just a bit higher, to watch her break through those clouds into the storm.
Max felt Logan's teeth scrape over her hip, and the hand she had been stroking slowly through his hair went taunt. Heat coiled hot in her stomach as his tongue streaked over her. She shook her head as if to will the sudden and incontrollable quivering. Then the pressure built so quickly. She writhed, struggling towards it, struggling away. She tried to call out, tell him to slow down and give her a minute to prepare. But the pleasure gysered through her, spurting molten through her system,
Logan watched that instant of frantic denial, the stunned panic, then the mindless pleasure. Everything she felt echoed inside of him. As breathless as she, he raised himself over her, raining kissing over her glowing face until she was wrapped around him, until her movements became frantic and his own churning need demanded release.
"Look at me." He fought the words out of his burning throat. "Look at me, Max."
And when she did, when their eyes met, he slipped inside of her. Slowly, his hands fisted into the silk sheets, as if he could grip control there, he lowered into her, felt her rise to meet him until they moved together silkily.
When her lips curved, he buried his face in her throat and took them both over the edge.
And later, when she lay sleeping in her arms, he wondered if there was ever a time that he hadn't loved her.