AN: Smutty chapter ahead :)
Chapter 44
November 6th, 2021
"Now I feel underdressed," Logan replied with an appreciative smile.
Logan had emerged from the bathroom, just wearing a bath towel, Rory's pink plush cotton towel with flamingos on it no-less, and Rory almost burst into laughter. But it was just a nervous reaction, which she struggled to control, coming out as a light giggle - more at the fact that he'd probably had a very similar contemplation inside that bathroom like she'd just had with her robe, than the towel. There wasn't anything really funny about it - it just took her a moment to absorb the image in front of her.
There he was - still fit, just like she remembered, but maybe with his muscles a little bit less defined, but still definitely lean and muscular, strong. The red and black wolf covered most of his right pectoralis major and reached over to his deltoid. It was a little foreing sight for Rory, but it did suit him, especially considering he now had facial hair, which made him look almost like someone else altogether. He definitely did not have the corporate businessman look anymore - at least not what one might expect to find underneath a business suit.
Logan just smiled, seeing her eyes studying him, he almost wanted to focus on her eyes alone - the look in her eyes was so sexy. But his own brain fluctuated between that look and wanting to look at her body in return. As he let his mind get his way, he swallowed hard, notably so.
"I just didn't want to give you the impression that the ship had sailed," Rory said, coyly, as if apologizing.
"It'd take a lot more than a phone call for that..," Logan said confidently. "You look incredible," Logan continued, not understanding how she could be apologizing about anything right now.
"Oh this old thing?" Rory played oblivious, gesturing at her lingerie. "Love the choice of towel by the way," she teased. She was between trying to keep the mood light, her nerves still being a mess, and just letting the tension take its course. She was a little scared of the latter, worried the intenseness could end in dissapointment somehow. But not on her side, but rather his.
"Well I can always take it off," he warned, in a husky tone, and climbed onto the bed with her. While he did, he made the gesture as if he might just pull the towel off right then and there. But he didn't, not wanting to hurry anything.
That self-assured smile of his made Rory's knees feel weak. Thankfully, she wasn't standing. Her stomach fluttered, almost making her dizzy. It was almost like something out of the Outlander, a strong confident man coming to ravish her, his intent being very clear.
"I like your wolf," Rory said, feeling like she needed to keep talking. "Does he have a name?" she asked, and traced her finger along its outline, liking the intimate distance that they were laying there on their sides, facing each other. The room was definitely filled with the good kind of tension, and the shakiness of her breath betrayed what she was feeling, despite the light topics she spoke.
"He doesn't have a name," Logan replied, and pushed a stray hair back over her shoulder, wanting to see more skin. He was a little concerned actually about how she'd take it when she saw the rest of the ink he had on his back, but it was not something he liked to use as a conversation starter. She had never particularly appeared to be a huge fan of body art, but he'd had other reasons for having them done. But he couldn't deny that her oppinion mattered to him.
Logan's fingers trailed down Rory's arm, Rory's face showing how much even his simple touches were wanted, her eyes falling shut at the sensation already.
Logan had every intention of letting her enjoy this. He surprised her by kissing her neck just then. Her neck arched, allowing better access while slight gasps of pleasure left her lips.
Rory's arms went around his neck, running into his damp hair from the nape of his neck. Shivers skated throughout her body at his kisses. Just the spot.
His kisses gathered ferocity, moving up to the back of her neck, which gave her goosebumps. Soon Rory demanded his lips on hers, kissing him with such need that she hadn't felt in years. This wasn't just scratching an itch.
Light exploring touches, just at the waist, back and stomach followed, both of their arms pulling them closer together. The pink towel was nearly gone now. And there was definitely a growing arousal squeezed between them now. It felt hot.
The ache between Rory's legs was getting more demanding by the second - she needed to feel him, any part of him.
"I almost wish I hadn't worn anything," Rory murmured, taking the determined move to brush her hand against his warm, inviting hardness, having discarded the towel.
Not so shy anymore - Logan thought.
Logan gasped and chuckled through their kiss at that - it was the Rory he remembered alright. She knew what she wanted.
Logan's hands now became braver too, and roughly he grasped her left breast and squeezed it through the lacy fabric. Her nipples were hard like rocks. They'd been hard before but this was new, drawing his interest. It was one of the ways motherhood had shaped her body, Rory feeling simply relieved the slight sagginess in her tissues wasn't really noticable from this angle.
He played around with her breast through the fabric, swirling his fingers around that nipple several times, before pushing the fabric underneath the breast and darted his mouth towards that same nipple.
Rory gasped, having not expected the intensity of the feeling, for a moment letting go of his arousal that she'd been squeezing rhythmically. Her head was thrown back and she let out a moan.
His cock twitched at that sound, and she could feel it on her thigh. Fuck, how she wanted to feel him.
Logan's tongue darted around, and lapped at her nipples, studying them by taking turns. They were darker, definitely firmer and more protruding. He grazed them with his teeth, causing another moan.
Rory moved herself back just a little, causing Logan to pull on her nipples. For a moment he worried whether she needed something else from him, but she was actually liking the pulling sensation it seemed, and he just sucked on the nipple harder, giving her what she wanted.
"Damn, that's good," Rory purred, breathing heavily.
Logan smiled, and repeated the treatment on the other nipple, getting a very similar response. Another nip of his teeth against her nipple sent a jolt down between her legs, his hands on her hips already being so close.
"Oh god, how I need you," Rory exclaimed through her moan.
At that Logan's fingers push against the fabric at her core - so close. Rory's hips move against his fingers, craving more than his teasing.
His fingers could definitely feel the damp spot on her fresh panties. The insides of her thighs showed traces of her arousal already as well.
"Aren't we impatient," Logan commented in whisper, demanding yet another kiss from her lips.
Rory squeezes his arousal again, more firmly this time. It's at its full size now, she can tell.
"Uh-uh," was all she managed to reply, the only thing in her mind was how it'd feel inside of her now.
"I want to taste you," Logan murmured into her ear.
"Not now," Rory objected, surprisingly. "I just need you inside me," she whimpered, already too far gone to tolerate more foreplay.
Logan, didn't argue - she wanted what she wanted - despite going down on her having always been one of his favourite things. Hastily her panties were epushed down, both of their hands tugging at them, her bra remaining on but pushed underneath her breasts.
"I'm on the shot, I promise…," Rory says hastily, assuring him he wouldn't need to look for a condom.
Her words took him a step back, reminding him of the last time. He wanted to assure her he didn't really care at this point - that he never cared. But he pushed through those thoughts. Not the time. Logan slid his member between her thighs, simply allowing the narrow, moist, valley to envelope him.
His velvety, hot, hardness against her lower lips was the sweetest torture.
She grinded her hips against him, her clit needing more friction in her frantic need. She whimpered as he hit her clit just at the right angle.
Their lips still battle, tongues exploring each-others mouths, Logan's beard already feeling like it would leave Rory's mouth looking all reddened after this. But she didn't care. She needed to feel as much of him as she could. Rory was like in an alternate plane of existence by now, being overcome by all the wonderful sensations.
Her lips just kissed him harder, as his cock teased her. Her face looked so sexy when it blushed the way it did now.
"You feel so good, Ace," Logan gasped, the nickname still coming so naturally sometimes. He pushed her to her back, wanting to get closer, and pressed his hips against her with more force.
Her body arched, opening her legs wide. Her look demanded more.
The final moment before entering her, laying on top of her, he paused, letting the moment carry while her eyes did the begging. He'd waited so long for this. He throbbed for her. All those times in the past when he'd needed to close his eyes in desparation just to get himself off, alone or with others, he'd always pictured her.
A loud low moan escaped her lips as he thrust into her, filling her, making her core clench at first impact. She'd dreamt of this. The warm pressure felt even better than she remembered.
He rutted against her, uttering - "Fuck, Rory…," in a deep tone.
His movements were hasty, knowing already he wouldn't be able to hold on very long this time, and the squeezes she was causing with her core certainly weren't helping. He pistoned in and out of her feverishly, not even sure if he was holding to a steady rhythm.
The warm pressure in the bottom of her stomach suddenly burst into pleasure. She was pretty vocal about it.
Logan grunted, and a low guttural moan followed, becoming unraveled himself at the way he was being squeezed.
This had not been one of his lenghtier performances, he was sure - but he just hadn't been able to hold it.
His cool lips kissed her sweat soaked clavicle and neck as he panted, Rory gripping onto his back, not wanting him to leave. The moist mess at their groins poured out of her, and he could feel it too - there were few feelings that were as satisfactory as that.
Euphoria, but also relief from getting this nervous first time out of the way and just utter overwhelming calm filled Rory's mind.
Logan rolled off of her, but intertwined his finger with hers. He kissed her knuckles, before zoning out, needing to gather himself.
Logan didn't even know how long he'd stayed there like this - all he knew was that the warm body still closely touching his hadn't moved, except turned to her stomach as he now realized, her hands around her pillow. She observed him closely.
"Good, you're alive - I got worried there for a sec," Rory noted, laughingly, seeing his consciousness returning, Logan having been pretty out of it for several minutes after climaxing.
"You did, eh?" Logan turned to his side, pulling himself closer to her again, never wanting to not touch her. "I'm not that old, am I, for you to be thinking that," he teased.
"Oh, definitely not old," Rory smiled, biting her lip.
"Good," he exhaled, kissing her softly.
"Was I okay?" she then asked in a hesitant tone, a moment later.
Logan's eyes grew wide, feeling confused. "Were you okay!?" he repeated her question.
Rory nodded. "You know… I've had a baby and all...," she fretted.
"You're perfect," Logan replied, kissing her forehead. "Stop worrying about things like that," he urged. "You're perfect," he repeated, kissing her lips again with a little tongue.
"I'm not perfect," Rory disagreed. It felt almost childish to doubt herself like that, but it wasn't that deep, she just needed to hear him say that she wasn't too degraded for him.
"Well just as imperfectly perfect as I am in that case. I won't hear of anything else," Logan demanded, playfully.
"You look and feel pretty perfect," Rory shared her opinion, her hand feeling his chest by letting fingers spread wide. She stroked his shoulder and neck.
They both sensed that there was a lot more to it, to both of them. Things that were under the surface, beyond their scars, the wear of time or slight imperfections. But not everything could be pushed out to the open at once.
"I was just nervous this time..," Rory confessed.
"I was a little too," he admitted. "But needlessly, clearly - both of us," he assured.
"Thank you," she murmured into his neck, snuggling herself underneath his chin as he held her.
"What for?" Logan asked.
"For coming back," she exhaled.
Logan sighed. He wished he'd done it sooner. He was just glad she was still here.
He stroked her back, holding her. He wanted both for her to feel secure, that he wasn't going to disappear from her life this time, but he also just needed to hold her, to have her, because the things he needed to tell her were not all that pretty.
