WARNING!!! This chapter contains explicitly sexual and adult situations that is not intended to nor should be read by anyone under the age of 18 or sensitive to such adult material. Read on at your own risk and let it be known that I warned ya.

Also a friendly note from the author: All readers inspired by the ice scene depicted in this installment, please be very careful in trying such an act yourself. There's nothing that spoils the mood like someone choking on an ice cube. *blushes and that's all I'm gonna say on the matter*

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What A Ride

"I love your enthusiasm, darlin', but you're wearing too many clothes," Logan said between the kisses Rogue was planting all over his face and lips.

She didn't stop her kissing or grinding or caressing him to remove the shirt or jeans she wore.

Instead she nipped his earlobe and told him to take them off for her.

Surprised by the suggestion, but happy to oblige he shifted her a bit and quickly cut the clothing from her body.

When he pulled her firmly back against his body hers was stiff with shock.

"You … ruined … mah … clothes," she said slowly.

"Sure did," he grinned up at her then reminded. "Ya had me ruin mine, too."

"Ah didn't tell ya to ruin mah clothes, Ah told ya ta take 'em off for me!" she shrieked.

"You're naked now, aren't ya?"

For a few minutes she alternately gaped and glared at him speechlessly while he just stared up at her with an arched brow now accompanying his grin.

"Ya know darn well Ah didn't mean for ya to tear mah clothes off," she pouted against his neck.

"I know that now. There ain't no use cryin' over spilled milk so ya wanna drop it and get back to what you were doing?" he suggested.

Though she continued to pout, she moaned and responded eagerly when he raised his head to kiss those pouty lips.

"I'll buy ya new clothes," he promised between kisses. "That make ya feel better?"

Her answer was a slight nod as she forgot her huff over the ruined garments and realized she was lying naked on his equally nude and very aroused body.

A smile touched her mouth then she pushed herself upright until she was kneeling astride his hips.

The shift put his large, pulsing erection against her wet center.

Still smiling, she looked down into his eyes, raised a hand to pull the cowboy hat down low on her head then began wiggling her hips around so that the tip of his shaft rubbed over her clitoris as he'd shown her to do that morning.

He smiled wickedly at her actions and reached up to run his fingertips over her breasts then down across her stomach to her hips.

While his left hand stayed on her hip to guide her motions his right one slid between her legs to test her readiness.

She froze briefly at the sensual caress before her body shuddered in reaction.

His fingers stroked around and plunged into her until she was moaning wildly and thrusting her hips into his hand.

"Ready for your ride, darlin'?" he growled.

Having forgotten about all her plans in favor of enjoying his caresses, it took her a moment to understand his meaning.

When the meaning did sink in though, she shivered with anticipation, looked into his eyes with a smile on her face and nodded.

With that consent, he removed his fingers from her core and replaced them with the velvety tip of his erection.

Then he placed the hand lightly on her hip and lay unmoving beneath her.

"It's all you now. Take as little or as much as you want," he instructed roughly, as the restraint he was exercising over his body became obvious.

At first she didn't do anything then she started the twisting, wiggling motions of her hips that had been such fun.

And it was all kinds of fun again.

Logan was being tortured by her actions, but from her expression she was enjoying herself so he just let her have her fun.

Until he couldn't resist thrusting upward a little bit.

She gasped as the move sank more of his length into her and because that felt so good, she lowered herself until he was buried to the hilt inside her.

He growled at that and gripped her hips more tightly in his hands.

Instinctively, Rogue began raising and lowering herself on his shaft. The sensations had her eyes drifting shut as her head fell back, arching her torso toward him.

Taking her up on the unspoken invitation, Logan curled his chest upward and urged hers down until her breasts were reachable by his mouth. Instantly, his lips latched on to one hard nipple while he began guiding the movements of her hips on his.

Somehow he showed her just how to combine her current riding motions with the twisting moves she'd been doing before.

It was a lesson that led quickly to pure ecstasy and as her movements got harder and more erratic his became deeper and more controlled while she rode out the storm bursting forth within her convulsing body.

As her first climax of the night ebbed, he held her body firmly above his when it would have collapsed limply to his chest.

Rather than allow her a moment's rest, he moved a hand from her hips to encourage her to brace her own hands on his shoulders. He then slid that hand to her abdomen so that his thumb was pressing and rubbing against the highly sensitized nub between her legs.

"Hold on, darlin'," he growled between labored breaths. "This ride ain't over yet."

Moments later, as the ride intensified once more, Rogue grabbed the hat from her head, waved it around above her like a seasoned cowgirl and yelled out a passionate, "Yeeeeeeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaaw."

~*~*~

"Wow."

Her smug lover didn't really need any more proof of how well he'd satisfied her, but Rogue just couldn't stop her lips from uttering the single amazed word.

His chest rumbled with laughter beneath hers at that amazement, but she didn't care.

Tha man should be givin' lessons on this stuff, she thought as her mind became capable of thought again.

In the hotel room Thursday night, she'd been amazed by the sensations he stirred in her.

Last night had heightened those sensations to an intense level and she honestly could have killed him for not taking things further.

This morning had … blown her mind … rocked her world … tickled all her ivories. Even with the surprising twinges of pain brought about by the loss of her virginity.

But what they'd just done …. she had no words.

Except WOW.

So if he wanted to gloat a bit, she didn't care.

Now what he was doing right now was reason for concern.

"Where ya goin'?" she asked with a pouting frown when he shifted her off of him on to the bed and rose.

"Gotta get something to use as a blindfold and the ice, darlin'," he explained as his eyes scanned the room for a suitable veil for her eyes.

"What?"

"You got your strip show and the ride ya wanted, so now we do the ice scene."

"What ice scene?"

With a shrug, he picked up the remains of his t-shirt and moved to wrap it around her head so it covered her eyes completely.

"Trust me," he whispered into her ear before he slowly lick the earlobe. "And don't touch that shirt."

Curious and vaguely remembering her promise to let him act out the ice cube scene from 9 ½ Weeks, she dropped her hands from her head and focused her other senses on what he was doing.

Her entire being was so in tuned with his that she knew the moment he left the room to get the ice, even though his retreating footsteps were too quiet to hear.

Moments later her ears detected the slight clink of ice against glass.

She smiled at the knowledge he'd returned and in anticipation of this new experience.

If she had had any idea her first time would be like this with him, she would have forgotten all modesty and jumped his bones the second they had even the tiniest bit of privacy without ever wasting a second thought on any other guy alive.

The bed sank and bounced slightly as his weight returned to it and any thoughts in her head scattered like fallen leaves in a gust of wind.

"Lay down on your back," he ordered from somewhere near her hip.

Without hesitation, she shifted from her slightly reclining position to the one he wanted her in.

From the way he shifted and the direction from which she again heard the clinking of ice in a glass, she could tell he'd placed the glass on the bedside table.

Her body jerked in surprise, delight and a little shock as he slid a cold hand from her neck to her belly button. There was no ice in the hand, but it had obviously been the one to carry the dishes of cubes into the room and it was cold from that contact.

His hand warmed quickly from the contact with her body and he removed it from her flesh.

She could hear the ice clinking as he moved that hand to pick out a cube to begin tormenting her with.

Seconds later the icy chunk of frozen water was skating over her flesh, raising goosebumps everywhere it touched and making her cry out at the cold.

The cube melted slowly with every brush over her skin, leaving a trail of moisture behind that Logan eagerly licked up.

No matter how she twisted and pled, he kept every touch of the ice and lick of his tongue light and brief.

Then he acted out the ultimate moment in the movie's scene. He settled between her legs and proceeded to pleasure her with the ice cube held in his mouth.

~*~*~

She came to slowly from the intense orgasm his oral play with the ice cube had brought on.

He had removed her blindfold and was soothingly stroking her body to ease it from that last plateau.

When he saw she was alert again he smiled smugly and kissed her lips gently.

"I told you you'd love that," he growled against her mouth.

"So ya did, shuga," she smiled up at him. "Ah'll nevah doubt ya again."

"Good to hear."

With that cryptic comment his hands urged her to roll over onto her stomach then placed a pillow under her hips to lift them up off the bed.

"Logan?" she asked a little unsurely over her shoulder.

"Trust me," was all he said as he slid inside her body.

So she did just that.

And boy was she glad she did.

~*~*~

"Again?" she asked with a broad smile when she felt him hard and pressing against her hip an hour later.

"It's one of the benefits of my mutation," he smirked as he pressed her onto her back and slid on top of her.

Indeed it was, was all she could think as he took his place inside her and quickly made her speechless.

~*~*~

"Again?" she asked a little surprised some thirty minutes after yet another climax when he was ready and wanting more.

"Told ya. It's my mutation. Only takes me a few minutes to completely recover from each time," he nibbled at her neck. "I can keep going and going and going…."

She giggled as his words brought to mind a Logan version of the Energizer Bunny – minus the pink bunny suit of course.

Then he claimed her body once more and bunnies and laughing were erased from her mind.

~*~*~

"What time is it?" she moaned sleepily as she felt his hands wandering hungrily over her body as they lay spooned together in the bed with her back to his chest.

"Who cares?" he growled while licking and sucking on her earlobe.

When he raised her leg and draped it back over his hip so he could thrust into her, she stopped caring about how late it must be.

~*~*~

"More?" she groaned in disbelief as he awoke her once again.

"You're the one who said you could do everything we did this morning and then some tonight," he reminded while his hands continued to arouse her body.

"Ah said that?" she tried to remember the statement but couldn't.

"Yep," he kissed her neck.

"You did," he kissed each of her once again hard nipples.

"At lunch," his tongue dipped into her navel.

"Right before you got started on your "9 ½ Weeks" fantasy," he reminded before his mouth dove between her legs.

"Oh," she said.

Not because she finally remembered having said what he said she said, but because he was …. tickling all her ivories again.

~*~*~

"Try it again, ya horn dog, and Ah'll put yer sexy lil butt on tha floor," Rogue growled when the realization that her man was wanting her yet again.

Sure she didn't mean that and smiling at her dubbing his butt sexy, Logan continued licking his way up her spine.

"Logan, Ah need ta sleep!" she declared, though the impact of the words was lessened by the fact that she hadn't even lifted her head from the pillow beneath it to utter the words.

Eventually his conscience opened its big mouth and reminded him that she had been a virgin until that morning and was still adjusting to all this.

So with a sigh, he reluctantly shifted away from her tempting body and tried to get his under control.

Then he turned his head and saw once again the way her creamy white skin was glowing in the moonlight that was coming through the bedroom window and knew there'd be no controlling his lust.

Unable to resist, he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her back against him until they were again nestled together like two spoons.

Rogue moaned with sleepy contentment at being held that way by him and she snuggled back against his body intending to go back to sleep that way.

A second later her left eye cracked open with a glare in her green gaze as his lips began nibbling seductively at her neck.

The right one flew open soon after that when his hand tried to lift her leg over his hip again for a repeat performance of something he'd tried earlier that night.

Groaning, she pushed herself away from him and into a sitting position.

Before he knew what she was up to, Logan found himself landing bare butt first on the floor next to the bed she'd just shoved him from.

For long moments they just stared at each other.

She was a bit surprised she'd actually managed to get him off the bed and he was totally disbelieving that she'd even tried it.

"Darlin'," he began in his sexy 'I-want-sex-now-and-ya –know-you-do-too' tone of voice. He then looked pointedly at his unsatisfied erection and then back at her nude body with a look very similar to one she'd seen on a puppy dog's face that wanted to be fed.

Too tired to try being funny she looked at that erection, ignored his slightly pleading expression, and remembered what he'd done to her last night when she wanted sex.

"Cold showahs work pretty well with that kinda thing," she said before rolling over and going back to sleep.

Mouth hanging open in shock, the man on the floor continued to stare at the outline of her body on the bed until her soft snores told him she'd really gone to sleep.

Growling fiercely, he pushed himself to his feet and stalked into the bathroom for one of the cold showers she'd suggested.

As the icy water started pounding his overheated flesh, he cursed the woman who'd left him in such a state and vowed to get even for this treatment one of these days.