FINAL WARNING: This chapter contains sexual situations that are not intended to nor should be read by anyone under the age of 17. It should also be avoided by readers of any age who object to mature sexual themes.

If you read further you do so willingly at your own risk. You have been warned about the content as much as you can be.

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O What A Beautiful Morning

He was a sadist, Rogue thought as she reluctantly awakened to Logan's call for her to get breakfast.

Or is that what Ah am for loving him, she wondered as she rose and dressed.

She continued to ponder that train of thoughts as she made her way to the kitchen and flopped down into a chair.

"Ya betta have coffee for me if ya want me awake this early," she virtually growled as he began setting food on the table.

"Didn't know ya drank the stuff," he said before getting a mug for her to drink some of the beverage he'd prepared for himself.

"Ah only do when big rude men insist Ah get outta bed at the crack of dawn," she griped.

"That happen to ya a lot does it?" he scoffed.

"Since Ah met you it does."

Glaring at him through her uncombed and slightly tangled hair, she drank down the hot black coffee she'd been given.

"Ugh," she groaned upon emptying the mug and setting it back down. "D'ya always drink it lahke that?"

"Like what?" he sat and took a sip of what he'd poured for himself.

"It's lahke oil."

"Drink a lot of that to compare, do you?"

From the way she looked at him then her empty cup, if there had been a drop of scalding coffee left in the mug she'd have hurled it at him.

"Ah still ain't talkin to you," she declared with a huff as she began filling her plate with the food he'd fixed.

~*~*~

They ate in silence for a while until Rogue appeared to be awake and alert.

She'd polished off a plate of toasted frozen waffles, scrambled eggs, crisp bacon and nicely browned sausage links.

Surprisingly, she was still hungry and as she took a moment to watch Logan eating his breakfast she decided she knew just what she wanted to complete her meal.

As was his habit, he'd speared some sausages with his claws and was putting them on his plate when she rose to stand next to him and take the hand with the claws extended into both of hers.

He looked up at her a bit startled by the action and almost instinctively retracted the three metal blades extending from his knuckles.

"Don't," she said with a shake of her head.

Wondering what she was up to he obeyed and left the claws out with a sausage link skewered at the end of each one.

Kneeling beside his chair and looking straight into his eyes, she drew his hand toward her lips until they parted to bite into the sausage on the leftmost blade.

"Careful!" he warned sharply as her soft lips nearly touched a razor sharp adamantium edge.

"Trust me, Ah know what Ah'm doing," she said after chewing and swallowing her bite of sausage.

"What exactly are ya doin', darlin'?" he asked as she stole a chunk of meat from his middle claw.

She gave him a "Well, duh" look as she ate the second piece then replied.

"Ah'm eatin' what's it look lahke Ah'm doin'?"

Growling slightly at the sarcastic remark, he was otherwise silent as his curiosity demanded he just be quiet and watch to see what she was up to.

After eating the tip of the last link on his claws, Rogue slowly turned his hand so that his palm faced her and began caressing that palm with her thumbs. Her teeth sank into the meat on one claw then slowly pulled the remaining piece of sausage up and off the blade into her mouth.

She chewed, swallowed, then repeated the process with the other two bits of meat he'd speared.

By the time she finished the very last bite, he was achingly aroused by watching her actions and the way her fingers had been playing with his hand.

With the final morsel completely gone, he retracted his claws, thrust back his chair, leapt to his feet, swiped the dishes off the small kitchen table then bent to pick her up and place her on the now bare surface.

"Wha - ?" she began.

He silenced her with a kiss as he unfastened and removed the pants she'd put on before coming to the kitchen.

Impatient he just curled his fingers into the waistband of her delicate panties then yanked until the fabric was torn from her body.

"Logan!" she cried out in surprise at the ruined underwear.

"That's nothin, darlin'," he said as he moved to kneel on the floor at the table's edge.

Eyes wide with shock at the rapid chain of events, Rogue simply watched as he pulled her hips to the edge of the table, draped her legs over his shoulders and licked a straight line from her right kneecap up her inner thigh to the small crease where her leg and hip met.

"Now, this," he repeated the gesture with her left leg. "This is reason to be callin' out my name."

And with that his mouth plunged into the opening between her legs.

And she called out his name many many more times over the next thirty minutes.

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Sprawled limp, nude and satiated on the bed, Rogue eagerly watched Logan at the foot of the bed as he stripped off his clothing.

Knowing her sparkling green eyes were following every movement, he drew out the process even though he'd only dressed in sweat pants and a tee for lounging around the house.

His long broad fingers gripped the T-shirt and slowly eased it up over his stomach, ribs, chest then pulled over his head.

Half-smiling he stretched and flexed the muscled he'd just revealed to her hungry gaze until he heard a little whimper escape her throat.

Arching a brow, he ran his eyes over her body till they met with hers.

"Somethin' wrong, darlin'" he asked innocently.

"Hurry," she said with her attention focusing on the pants he still wore.

"Patience is a virtue, Rogue."

Even as he teased her with those words, his finger were easing under the elastic waistband of his sweats and beginning to push the material off his body.

When he straightened and stood before her in all his naked glory, every inch of his rippling flesh bathed in the morning sunlight, Rogue's breath froze in her chest.

Perfect, she thought.

And apparently said if the way his chest swelled up with male pride was any indication.

Her eyes slid over that chest to gaze upon what she'd been wanting for so long.

Suddenly, though, in the bright light of day as she laid all vulnerable on the bed it looked much bigger than she remembered from their night in the hotel room.

Too big, in fact.

"Shuga, that ain't gonna fit," she said as her eyes darted from his erection to between her legs and back again.

He took her worried statement as another compliment, stood a little straighter, smiled at her then bent to crawl onto the bed with her.

His large, hard body slowly settled on top of hers with his torso supported by the elbows he braced on the bed beside her head.

With a shivery moan her body welcomed his weight and, against her better judgement, arched upward to press against him. The broad tip of his shaft nudged her wet opening in a way that made her feel all quivery inside.

Logan began kissing her lips, ears, neck and shoulders as he twisted his hips and slid the tip inside of her.

She froze at the foreign feeling of something so large resting inside her opening, stretching her virgin muscles wide.

"It's too big," she said with a push at his shoulders.

Again he took her words as a compliment, smiled like a baboon and bent to kiss on a pulse point in her neck until moaned and softened around him.

Encouraged, he moved his hips forward about an inch easing more of himself inside her.

The move was highly uncomfortable to Rogue, who forgot the delightful sensations of his mouth to glare at him.

"It ain't gonna fit," she stated firmly.

This time he lifted his head to look at her with some concern.

"Sure it will, darlin'. Ya just gotta give it time."

Holding his hips still he kissed her lips and neck while his hands rose to fondle her breasts until she went all shaky and arching beneath him.

It was her arching that pushed their hips together until he was pressing against her rather stubborn hymen.

"Take it out, it ain't gonna fit!" she pulled away to cry out at the pressure she felt with him bearing against the internal barrier.

"Rogue, relax. It'll fit," the man above her assured.

"Take it out, ya big ox!"

Sighing, he obeyed and rolled over onto his back with her on top of him.

"Wha - ?" she began in confusion as he arranged her legs so that she was kneeling astride his hips.

"Trust me, darlin'. You'll like this," he took her hips in his hands and moved them so that his arousal was rubbing over her clitoris. "You get to call all the shots this way. Take as much as ya want when you want."

Rogue like the sound of that and started moving her hips without his guidance until his hands left them to slid up and begin playing with her breasts.

His penis was sliding over and pressing against all kinds of sensitive areas that seemed to convulse at the contact.

For long moments she just continued to move herself over the hard tip of his erection, getting all kinds of thrills from it.

Growling, Logan suddenly slid his hands from her breasts, under her arms, around her back to curl up over her shoulders and urge her to lean down over him.

As soon as her hardened nipples were within reach he raised his head to suck first one and then the other into his mouth before returning to the first.

Shaking, she stilled her hips to brace her hands on his shoulders and try pressing herself more deeply into his mouth so that he'd lavish more attention on the flesh.

But he kept teasing her.

Just taking the nipple into his hot moist mouth, flicking it with his tongue and drawing upon the nub strongly before releasing it to do the same to the other breast.

"Logan," she moaned, wiggling herself against him and unknowingly wedging the tip of his erection against her core.

Growling more fiercely he finally latched onto her flesh with his mouth and suckled at it deeply while his hands slid down her back to her hips.

All she could do is moan with delight as he nursed at her chest and began pressing her body down on his while his thrust upward.

"Sit up," he released her flesh to order.

For a moment she was too dazed by the sensations she'd been immersed in to obey him, but when the command sank in she immediately pushed herself up until she was again kneeling upright astride his hips.

"Brace yourself," was his next command.

While she was still trying to figure out what he meant by that, his hands gripped her hips firmly and pulled them downward just as his thrust up sharply.

Her jaw dropped slightly as it became painfully obvious what he'd done.

"Holy hell, that hurt!" she said with a hard smack to his chest.

"Hey, now!' he exclaimed at the blow.

"Ah thought Ah was callin' tha shots here!"

"I lied," he said with a huge grin as he pulled her against his chest and rolled them until he was again on top.

He then buried his head against the crook of her neck and just lay there without moving to allow her body to adjust to him being buried so completely and deeply within her.

Eventually her murderous glare turned to a stubborn pout then to a look of utter fascination as her body adjusted and started erasing from her mind the slight pain of his possession.

He was inside her. Logan was finally inside her, she thought with wonder.

As she softened under and around him, Logan began moving his hips against hers.

The movements weren't thrusts, they were more like twists of his body that tickled the nerve endings exposed to his touch.

Rogue shivered and moaned at the sensations.

"Do that again," she ordered even though he'd shown no signs of stopping.

"Like that?" he lifted his head to smile down at her.

Her answer was to nod as she bit her bottom lip and concentrated on starting to move her hips in a way that increased the tingling she felt.

When he bent his head to nibble along the side of her neck up to her ear, she could feel him smiling at her actions but didn't care if he was finding this amusing.

It felt good and that was all that mattered to her.

Until he stopped his twisting motions to slowly lift his hips from hers, causing his hardness to drag along the inner walls of her core, then sink back in to the hilt.

"Ahhh, again," she ordered after the first thrust.

"Thought ya'd like that," he said with a grin against her lips.

Their lips met in a kiss that quickly deepened into a lip lock that left them both breathless as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"Looooooogan," she moaned when their mouths parted to gulp in air.

She began digging her hands into the hot flesh of his back as her legs moved restlessly on the bed and along his lower body, trying frantically to find a place for them that increased the pleasure of their joining.

Knowing just what she needed, he ran his hands down her legs to wrap them around his thrusting hips.

The move angled her just like she wanted and allowed her to squeeze him with her legs to hold him deeply inside her.

"Yessssssss," she cried out, clenching her legs around him and thrusting her hips upward.

"That's it. Just like that, darlin'," he groaned in time with their movements.

Her eyelids were too heavy to keep open so she squeezed them shut and focused all her other senses on what was happening.

She smelled them, their combined arousal and sweat.

She heard his grunts, groans and growls of pleasure mixing with her pants, moans and cries of delight.

Her mouth parted over his flesh to taste the salty sheen of sweat now coating his neck and shoulders.

And touch. Her sense of touch was overwhelmed.

Under her lips and hands she felt his muscles rippling with tension at the restraint he was exercising at the moment as well as with the force of his thrusts. Against her chest she felt the hard nubs of his nipples grinding against her own. Gripped by her legs, she felt the flexing of his tight butt as he pulled from her and thrust back in.

And inside her….she felt ecstasy. Every vein and ridge of his penis was dragging against the clinging walls of her formerly virgin womanhood. She felt empty every fraction he withdrew and so wonderfully full when he buried himself to the hilt. His wiry but soft pubic hairs were tickling the sensitive knot of nerves between her legs with each downward thrust.

The sensations of touch were too much.

Crying out his name, Rogue's body froze for a heartbeat before jerking into frantic movement. It convulsed around and under him with his name repeating from her lips.

Growling ferociously as her climax triggered his own, Logan sank his teeth gently into the soft curve of flesh where her neck and shoulder met as his hips began hammering into her before he froze and released his essence into her still clenching core.

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From the author: Carla-p, huge LOL & thanks. I read your reviews while writing this chapter and loved them. :-) Hope you enjoy this installment and I'll try to get another ready for y'all asap.