Logan Echolls gripped the sides of the shower door and gasped as his girlfriend Veronica curled her hand around his waist and ran her fingers along the length of his shaft, she had sneaked into the shower behind him, he had thought she was exhausted and still lay sleeping in the master bedroom of his penthouse hotel suite. He laughed as she nibbled kisses against his ribcage, she was so short.
"Careful" he teased her, wrapping his hand around her wrist and turned to face her. "This is a shower, and I have been enjoying this dirty girl side of you… I wouldn't want you to accidentally go washing that filthy mouth of yours out with soap.. Especially not after the things you have been doing to me with it" he said, cupping her face and pulling her lips to his. He shuddered at the memory of her tongue curling along his shaft as she had taken him into her mouth, sucking on his length and playing with him until he had helplessly pleaded with her to stop tormenting him. She hadn't relented and the teasing had lasted for a very long time. He retaliated by holding firmly to her writhing hips pinning her down with his head between her thighs and licked and teasing her just as eagerly until she was left shaking and trembling calling out his name, over and over. They had spent the last few hours entwined as he varied the rhythmic motion of their bodies colliding together.
He marvelled at the petite insatiable woman in front of him as she traced her hands over his body mesmerized. "I'm not sure it works that way" she pouted, he was restricting her explorations. His body was athletic and tanned from an entire summer spent surfing around Neptune, she wanted to map him with her finger tips, plot land marks with her kisses and chart the best routes to drive him wild with need. Mutually assured destruction… she thought as she felt him caress her breasts, he backed them deeper into the shower and pressed her against the cold tiles. He was drained; she had come to his room wearing nothing but a raincoat, her favourite heels and the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen, seduced him and the two of them had proceeded to have what he could only describe as the best sex of his life, that had been hours ago and they hadn't rested much.
Making up for lost time he mused, a lump forming in his throat as he recalled the weeks prior to this moment, days spent endlessly waiting for her to return his phone call, unable to forgive himself for their falling out, she had surprised him by showing up and initiating their make-up sex marathon.
He reached behind her and turned on the shower, the cool water was a welcome distraction from the temptation of lathering the soap over her breasts. "No?" he questioned, sliding a hand down her stomach "You come to my bed, enthral me with those black lace panties of yours, you ravish me over and over" he told her, his lips brushing against her ear as he slipped his fingers lower to guide some of the water running down his arm until it rained against her pussy, "you tease me with that mouth, say all these sexy naughty things to me, make me blush and misbehave, you screw me until the point I can't remember where you end and I begin, you wear me out and now you are trying to imprison me and have your way with me in my own shower with your kinky games?" he scolded playfully, swirling his fingers in circles around her clitoris. She gasped and bit her lip, running her hands down his biceps, he towered above her, his expression purposeful but unreadable.
"You can't be ravished, you are so willing" she protested.
"A boy might want a little Romance, Mars" he chuckled. "Where are my flowers? You could at least of bought me dinner before you came here and turned me into your plaything" he teased as he kissed her deep and slow, his tongue exploring her mouth in similar motion to his fingers slipping into her.
"I'd rather get to know you" she gasped.
"Know me how?" he asked his eyes boring into hers.
"The good stuff… know what makes you tremble, what gets your heart racing… how to make you pant and moan and beg for me… I want steamy, passionate, burning desire… I want all of you Logan" she declared. "I want to take every inch of you…" she purred wantonly. Gods Damn… he still wasn't used to hearing her talk this way and was powerless against its effects.
"Every inch of me? Here? In the Shower? Like This?" he asked her, plunging his fingers inside her, she squeezed around him.
"Yes!" she cried out.. "You know I'm a sucker for all that cute romantic stuff" she said playfully.
"It is so unfair that your mouth has the power to make me forget what I was saying" he admonished, his kisses moving along her neck, he could barely tear himself away.
"You are the only one who could ever make me feel like this when we are together" she confessed, arching her back against his hand. She was so eager, so ready, helpless and pleading. He kissed her forehead, the warm water washed over their bodies, she smelled of papayas and the suds around her breasts made her slippery to the touch.
"I swear to you, I am not going to stop until your legs are shaking and everyone on this floor knows my name" he promised, his expression was serious. "Tell me again" he commanded.
"I want all of you Logan" she breathed against him, their bodies sliding together as he raised her leg against his waist and pulled her towards him.
"You know what I want to hear" he scolded. She knew what he needed to hear, but she was holding out again.
"Oh yea?" she murmured innocently.
"Veronica…" He warned, rubbing his erection against her, pulling her tighter, the tip of him pressed deliberately against her. Holding back was torturous, she was so close, so warm, so deliciously wet, he hooked his arm behind her knee and lifted her leg upwards until she was on her tip toes, her arms around his neck as she tried to regain her balance, he smiled as she clung to him, stranded and completely at his mercy. He needed to hear her say it. "You drive me crazy, and that's really quite unfair" Part of him was going insane when he wasn't touching her, but he wanted to hear her tell him again.
"I love you Logan Echolls" she told him tenderly, smiling. It still amused her how hearing those words would drive him wild with need to possess her body. Had her voice been dipped in sugar? because those were still the sweetest words he had ever heard. He held her gaze and pulled her on top of his throbbing shaft, the water running down his back. Filling her, feeling her body clench tightly around him. He still couldn't believe it, even after all this time, that he got to wake up and call her his, all his. Years spent pining for her, watching her be with other people and now after all the chaos surrounding them, the trials, the false accusations, murders, the ruined lives and chaos. They were together, she finally admitted she need him as much as he needed her. It was a terrifying, heart wrenching kind of love that made him simultaneously content and at peace, and that he might lose his damn mind. Totally addicted to her, he could never look at another woman the same way. He grabbed hold of the shower pipe, steadying himself, he guided her other leg as she lifted both to lock her ankles around his waist, he grinned at her, and they were going to have to be careful he mused as steam filled the large cubicle. Pressing their bodies into the hard tiles, he began to pump into her.
"God, I never get tired of hearing you say that" he growled as she circled her arms around his shoulders. She gave him an enthusiastic grin and kissed him fiercely.
"You have no idea… how long I have been picturing us both fucking in this shower" she admitted, feeling the cold tiles against her shoulders as the weight of him pressed against her against the wall with each thrust.
"Stop saying Kinky Things to me, Sugarpuss… I wont be able to last long if you keep talking to me with that filthy mouth…" he pleaded, trailing kisses along her neck.
"It's not that I am horny all the time Logan, you are just so fucking sexy" she moaned.
He had one hand on her ass and the other helping him to balance, bracing himself as she began grinding in time with him, coaxing a loud moan in response. "Compliments and dirty talk are going to get you spanked" he threatened, feeling a spasm begin to start in her body as she began to shake in his arms, he was slow, rhythmic, gentle, nibbling her ear. "I'm going to bury myself between your legs when we get out of this shower" he promised, "tease you with my tongue all over again" he whispered, feeling her shiver. He shifted their position as the water continued to pour over their bodies, the sensation of her surrounding him was exquisite. The strength of what was building was intensifying, he groaned and buried his face against her neck. It was almost too much, feeling her spasm around him, her breasts trembling against his chest, absorbed in the pleasure of her touch. She was breathing faster, made the most delicious sounds — raw, intense, hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one powerful, orgasm. Her head was still spinning, as the flood of sensation washed over her, a pulsating feeling gripping against his shaft, he felt her body tighten, her thighs, her nails scratching down his back.
"You are mine" he growled possessively as he came, melting inside her, she was still gasping as he captured her mouth with his and groaned in pleasure, loosening his grip on her ass. Doing his best to keep their position as he savoured the feel of her little aftershocks. She became almost limp when it was over, a sated and happy grin all over her face. He shook his head incredulously, hot, sexy, screaming, heart-pumping fun. Before they left this bathroom, he mused, he was going to make her lean against the sink, fuck her from behind standing in front of the mirror as she watched them.
