Bliss
Part 4 ~ Logan's Revenge
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
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I break the kiss with Max after... It seems like forever. I don't give myself time to catch my breath before I go at her neck again. I've always had a fascination with necks. I don't know why. But Max seems to like it. Good. I've always been good at... pleasuring women. Not to brag or anything. I was a player in high school and college. Heh. I wonder if Max knows that. I'll have to tell her that later... If she doesn't beat me to death by then.
Her breath is coming in short gasps. My arms go around her body and my hands slide under her shirt. She shifts slightly.
"L-Logan? What are you doi-" I kiss her, effectively shutting her up. She tangles her hands in my hair and I break the kiss, pulling her shirt over her head. I push her down laying onto the couch and straddle her, pinning her down. Doesn't this position seem familiar? I chuckle softly and Max gives me a strange look.
I take my hands and run them up her body, belly button to chin. Then with my thumb, I gently outline her lips while the other hand smoothes her hair, which framing her face in a dark halo. It makes her look like an Angel. Max's face is flushed and she's breathing heavily. This is effecting her a lot more than it's effecting me. She pulls at the zipper of my pants and thrusts her hips forward. Aww, does Maxie want something? This is perfect.
I lean down towards her and stop a few centimeters away from her lips. "Hungry?
That stops Max and opens her mouth to say something, then closes it again. After a few seconds of obvious internal struggle she blurts out her response. "What?" She looks both confused and annoyed. Her voice reflects it all to well, especially the annoyed part.
"I asked if you are hungry."
"Not for food." She replies curtly.
"You know, I'm kinda hungry." I pull myself off of Max and stand beside the sofa looking down on her. The sight is rather amusing. She is laying there, flushed and in a skimpy black bra and half buttoned pants, glaring up at me in disbelief.
"Logan. You can't be serious. Please tell me you're joking."
"Whatever do you mean Maxie?" I give her the most innocent look I can manage. "So, do you want some food too?"
She says nothing but stares up at me, searching my face as if to figure out if I am joking or not. I shrug and walk away.
"Logan!" I turn to look at Max. She standing up now, with her hands on her hips. She looks beyond pissed. Her face is still flushed but I seriously doubt it's from the same reason as before. "Get back here! You can't start something like that and then walk away. That is wrong on so many levels!"
"Start something like what?" Her jaw drops almost to the floor. I smile slightly and she closes her mouth with an audible clack.
"Logan..." Max takes a step towards me. "C'mon. How 'bout we finish what you started."
"Can't." I smirk. "I'm hungry."
Max's shriek of frustration follows me into the kitchen.
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Part 4 ~ Logan's Revenge
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
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I break the kiss with Max after... It seems like forever. I don't give myself time to catch my breath before I go at her neck again. I've always had a fascination with necks. I don't know why. But Max seems to like it. Good. I've always been good at... pleasuring women. Not to brag or anything. I was a player in high school and college. Heh. I wonder if Max knows that. I'll have to tell her that later... If she doesn't beat me to death by then.
Her breath is coming in short gasps. My arms go around her body and my hands slide under her shirt. She shifts slightly.
"L-Logan? What are you doi-" I kiss her, effectively shutting her up. She tangles her hands in my hair and I break the kiss, pulling her shirt over her head. I push her down laying onto the couch and straddle her, pinning her down. Doesn't this position seem familiar? I chuckle softly and Max gives me a strange look.
I take my hands and run them up her body, belly button to chin. Then with my thumb, I gently outline her lips while the other hand smoothes her hair, which framing her face in a dark halo. It makes her look like an Angel. Max's face is flushed and she's breathing heavily. This is effecting her a lot more than it's effecting me. She pulls at the zipper of my pants and thrusts her hips forward. Aww, does Maxie want something? This is perfect.
I lean down towards her and stop a few centimeters away from her lips. "Hungry?
That stops Max and opens her mouth to say something, then closes it again. After a few seconds of obvious internal struggle she blurts out her response. "What?" She looks both confused and annoyed. Her voice reflects it all to well, especially the annoyed part.
"I asked if you are hungry."
"Not for food." She replies curtly.
"You know, I'm kinda hungry." I pull myself off of Max and stand beside the sofa looking down on her. The sight is rather amusing. She is laying there, flushed and in a skimpy black bra and half buttoned pants, glaring up at me in disbelief.
"Logan. You can't be serious. Please tell me you're joking."
"Whatever do you mean Maxie?" I give her the most innocent look I can manage. "So, do you want some food too?"
She says nothing but stares up at me, searching my face as if to figure out if I am joking or not. I shrug and walk away.
"Logan!" I turn to look at Max. She standing up now, with her hands on her hips. She looks beyond pissed. Her face is still flushed but I seriously doubt it's from the same reason as before. "Get back here! You can't start something like that and then walk away. That is wrong on so many levels!"
"Start something like what?" Her jaw drops almost to the floor. I smile slightly and she closes her mouth with an audible clack.
"Logan..." Max takes a step towards me. "C'mon. How 'bout we finish what you started."
"Can't." I smirk. "I'm hungry."
Max's shriek of frustration follows me into the kitchen.
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