MARIE: [God, the way he's looking at me... It makes me tremble and feel powerful all at the same time. I can't keep from touching him, undoing his belt only to abandon it there, open, while I let my hands wander over his body. Touching his hips and trailing my fingers down his strong legs. Little flare in his eyes when I deliberately ignore the prominent bulge of his erection. Instead I run my hands down those long, long legs of his, teasing up under the cuffs of his jeans for a moment to touch his calves before I slide them out and back up his thighs. Bite my lip to keep from giggling at the look on his face when I give his butt a saucy pinch.]
LOGAN: [Oh, honey, enjoy yourself now. I'll get mine. Her expression says she knows I'll get her back and she can't goddamn wait for it. That's my girl. An electric moment passes between us. She's a little unsure, but I've let her drive the train a bit for a reason, and I'm enjoyin' watchin' her struggle to work out why. To work out exactly what it is I want from her. That's right, darlin'. Undress me first. Take your time. Show me what you like.]
MARIE: [I was tentative at first, but now that I have a better idea of what's allowed, I feel more confident. I want to tell him with every touch how much enjoyment I take from this most intimate task. I reach upwards for the buttons on his shirt. I have to stretch and he doesn't help me, no doubt to see if it will make me prompt him with my voice. It won't. It's clear 'no lip' means more than no backtalk. It means no talking at all. I like a challenge. I like the way his skin feels against my knuckles as they brush against him while I undo the small buttons. He rarely wears dress shirts. That's new and different too. Exciting. I like it all; the contrast of his skin with the deep black of his shirt. His scent. The way he feels under my hands. Smiling, I sit back on my heels and tug at his shirt from the cuffs to pull it down and away.]
LOGAN: [Christ. She learns so fast. It makes me feel better about what I want from her tonight. A warm feelin' that spreads through my chest as she holds my shirt to her face to catch my scent. As I hoped, she's taking the time to speak to me with all the senses left to her. To talk to the animal, too. I grin as she carefully sets aside my shirt. Always the good girl. Except when she's bein' bad.]
MARIE: [My hands are back on him, teasing up under the bottom edge of his jeans to touch his warm skin before I pull off his boots and socks. I swallow a giggle. Don't think I'll sniff those like I did his shirt. His eyes glitter with dry amusement. How does he always know what I'm thinking?! He is still bein' indulgent with me but I know I'm being more irreverent than I should. I wonder how far I can go before he reels me in. I decide to go a little bit farther and as I slide his belt from the loops of his pants, I double it over in my hands. All it would take is one quick motion and the resulting crack would be damn loud. I'm tempted.]
LOGAN: [Her little act of defiance is both amusin' and irritatin'. It's good she's so into this she's forgotten about the others, but if she cracks that damn belt this game'll be over. I dunno how she'd feel about that. About the others knowin' what's up with her and me. I honestly don't give a shit if we get caught, but the point here is to see if we can get away with it. Her eyes are on me, lookin' for my reaction. I set my jaw. Her hands draw tighter on the belt. Warnin' her with a look now. No words, but the message is clear. You sure you wanna do that, honey?]
MARIE: [I'm embarrassed when I realize what I've almost done. I'm not ready for the others to find out about us yet. Not really. And definitely not like THIS. I feel a sharp stick of self-doubt. Why would he ever want to play such a game with someone like me who doesn't know what the hell she's doin'? My chin drops but his hand is there, lifting it back up to meet his eyes. They're warm and reassuring. A new lesson then. Each of us has the power to end this at any moment. The challenge is to play it out to the end. I hope I don't disappoint him again.]
LOGAN: [I admire her spirit. She made a wrong move but instead of pullin' back and becomin' overly cautious, she holds my eyes instead, readin' the reassurance there as well as the warnin'. I put a finger to my lips but I'm smilin' behind it. She gets it now. No lip means no talkin' and no noise at all. With a mischievous smirk, she sets my belt aside in an exaggerated motion, overly careful that it doesn't make so much as a whisper when it meets the floor. Sassy little thing. Is it any wonder I love to play with her?]
MARIE: [Back to the task at hand. I've saved the best for last. I slip my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and feel him breathe in, his stomach muscles tightening involuntarily in anticipation. I'm unable to resist the urge to rub my face against the thick bulge of his cock, caressing him with my cheek through the worn denim. Showing him how much I love that part of him. I undo the button and the zipper and barely manage to contain my surprise, though I know he had to have heard my sharp intake of air. I was expecting boxers, not the thick tangle of dark curls I uncovered. The silky tip of his cock brushed my cheek as it sprang free of the restrictive fabric. I shivered in response and felt my nipples pull tight. No underwear? I can't believe he did that! I'm dying to say something.]
LOGAN: [And here I stand. Commando. Usually I go for boxers-briefs. When you're on the bigger end, a little support don't hurt, but I was thinkin' of this moment when I made that decision. I knew she'd have to choke down some smartass comment. Course, that don't stop her from thinkin' one. I can see it, read it there in her eyes. Just to get her back for that, I snap my fingers at her again and point down to my dick. You know what to do, darlin'.]
MARIE: [Damn him. How the hell does he do that? That snap pisses me off as much as it turns me on. I can feel my body responding to the inherent dominance in the gesture even as the fire of resistance in my eyes glows brighter. It actually made my mouth water and sent the room spinning for one wild moment. My panties are wet too, soaked through just that fast. It's an intoxicating thing to be held in this man's power. Still, I have no intention of giving in so easily.]
LOGAN: [I know she'll probably tease me just a bit to get back at me for the snap but I'm ready. Come on, baby. Do your worst. I shudder at the first touch of her tongue. It's hot n' strong. Nice firm pressure. Not the teasin' touch I expected. I feel her warm breath tickle my skin and then the flat of her tongue pressin' against me as she breathes in my scent before she drags it from base to tip and catches the droplet shinin' there. Lettin' me see her savor it. A warm feeling blooms in my chest. What man doesn't love that? This one more than most. Scent and taste get the animal riled up damn fast. I'm a little disappointed she let me get away with that snap, but the wet slide of her tongue has me thinkin' about how much I wanna feel big soft lips close around me and suck down hard.]
MARIE: [I almost feel bad about what I'm gonna do next. Almost. I tease the tip with my tongue but when his hips rock forward thinking I'll take him deep, I take only the tip, just the head between my lips. I know what he wants, and what he likes, and I purposefully do neither. Surprise. A diversion. A trick. I learned my lessons well. Time for you to pay for that snap, sugar.]
LOGAN: [I almost laugh. Probably would have if I wasn't looking down, seeing my dick in her mouth and feelin' like my whole world was right there, restin' on her tongue. Holy fuck. That gets to me real good. Still, I've got a hand on her neck and the other where we're joined. Control is an illusion, both hers and mine, but as I slowly stroke myself and gently bump her lips with my fist, I can tell she's in this just as deep as I am. I also didn't fail to notice that little quiver she just made. Gonna exploit it, too.]
MARIE: [I know he just saw me shake with desire. Even though I try, I can't hide how much I want him. Especially like this. Still, I'm not ready to stop teasing. I had surprise on my side before. Now I have to work harder. I know he can feel the change. Feel the way my hands tighten on his hips. Feel the slow swirl of my tongue over the sensitive head. Feel the change in the amount of suction. I catch his eye and let him feel my teeth. A little reminder that I'm not without power of my own.]
LOGAN: [I growl as I feel her teeth and my hand tightens on her nape, shovin' her in closer. I want it deeper. The pressure of her teeth increases and I feel her resist for a fraction of a second. Just long enough to make it crystal clear she's doin' it 'cause she wants to and for no other reason. I swallow a groan. Not because of the physical act but because of the message behind it. Under all our games, under everythin', is one truth that I can read with absolute clarity. She wants me. The real me. All of me. All of the animal, too. It's a powerful message, and for all my aggressive posturin', I receive it humbly.]
MARIE: [The way he touches me tells me he can hear my silent words. I want to do this, love doing it even, but I also like prodding him to get him to show me what he wants with his hands and his body. He's not the only one who wants a silent dialog tonight. No more teeth now, just a soft mouth, wet and warm and open, suckling him. A dark head bobbing at his groin. I wonder if he's watching. I look up and see that he's leaning heavily against the door. His eyes are closed. His hand slips into my hair and I see the tendons in his throat strain. Calling up all the memories of all the times I have ever done this with him, and tailoring them to this unique moment, I try to give him what I know he likes most. I want to make him feel so good. I kinda also wanna make him a little crazy. I like him best on the edge.]
LOGAN: [Fuck. Feels so good. I'm pantin' now, eyes closed, tryin' so damned hard to get control again because I wanna watch. I clench my teeth and fight hard to push down the instinctive compulsion to fill her mouth with my come. There. There... Whew. Love seein' that. Christ. So beautiful. There's nothin' that does it for me like seein' the woman I love take me this way. The animal's different. It ain't her mouth that lights his fire. Likes her on her knees though. We definitely agree there. Heh.]
MARIE: [Eyes wide open. Loving him. Letting him see how much I love to love him. I want to experience him with all my senses. Hear the change in his breathing. See his cock emerge from my lips wet and swollen. Smell the rich masculine scent of his body ripen as he starts to sweat. Feel him throb in my mouth. Savor his taste as it blooms over my tongue. I'm touching him with my hands, too, stroking him in time to the pulls of my mouth, scratching softly into that thick hair, feeling the fleshy weight of his balls in my palm, rolling them, tugging softly. I'm gentle. I'd never hurt him. Never.]
LOGAN: [My face feels hot and my eyes are waterin'. It's so fuckin' good I can barely stand. She knows how to get to me so good. I'm strugglin' still and I know that as much as I wanted to drive this, I ain't gonna last much longer. The temptation is too strong, the pleasure too intense. I wrap my hand around my dick and slowly ease it from her lips, urgin' her to stand, both with my eyes and with a finger under her chin. The soft gesture is deceptive. Fuck gentle. I wanna throw her down and rut into her like an animal. I know I'll need a few minutes to regain my shattered control.]
MARIE: [I stand, reluctantly, with a little pout that makes him smile. Still, I defer to him, aware he's leading this game of ours and I'm curious where he'll take us next. I watch with wide eyes as he moves to sit on the shallow bench on the far wall, wondering what his next demand will be.]
LOGAN: [I want her to stand in fronta me and turn around to face away. I make a circle motion with my hand. She's breathing hard and her legs are a little unsteady. Knowin' she takes so much pleasure in pleasurin' me gets to me so fuckin' good. I make her stand there for long moments, not so much to give me time to cool down but because I wanna see her tap that little foot.]
MARIE: [I can taste him in my mouth. I wish he'd touch me. Waiting like this, it makes me feel vulnerable. Aroused. Annoyed. I huff a little and tap my foot, not at all beyond showing him my displeasure. I remember my lessons and listen for him. I hear nothing but the low hum of the jet and my own ragged breathing. Come on, sugar...]
LOGAN: [I'm standin' behind her and she don't even know it yet. As soon as I see her tappin' that little foot, I make my move. I touch her shoulder and see her shiver but then she leans back against me and turns her face towards mine, hopin' for a kiss. I make her wait for it. She knew I would but it still rattles her some. She almost says somethin' to me. I see her mouth begin to open and I shake my head. Give her a glare of warnin'.]
MARIE: [Again, another action from him designed to provoke a reaction from me. I almost spoke but the curt shake of his head makes me swallow my words. While the gesture is one that clearly shows his control, it's also kind. He's helping me navigate this new game, giving me direction when I falter on my own. God, I wish he would kiss me. I nuzzle his chin and kiss at his jaw hoping to entice him into touching his mouth to mine. He does. Finally. And it's glorious.]
LOGAN: [As we kiss, I start unbuttonin' her shirt. No preamble, just takin' it from her. I already complimented her on the skirt she's wearin' when I first saw her comin' aboard. Not with words. Just caught her eye and gave her a little nod. Let her see me lookin' and likin' what I saw. I liked watchin' her walk down the aisle. Gumbo was watchin' her ass shake too. I wonder if she knows that. It made me smile knowin' how she feels about men watchin' her ass. Heh. It pisses her off real good. That and she's always surprised, assumin' their attention is on someone else. I like watchin' for that moment when she discovers it's her. Her eyes always get real big and then she blushes nine kinds of red... and that just gets to me so fuckin' good.]
MARIE: [This kiss wasn't any less demanding than the previous one. If anything, it's only more so. His body's coiled and tense. I can feel the wet tip of his erection brush the small of my back as he slides my shirt from my shoulders. I can only hear one word in my mind, echoing above the blood rushing in my ears... More...]
LOGAN: [I've got her shirt off. Like the bra. Is that really holdin' her up? It must be some kind of miracle construction. Sheer. Pale green. I can see her nipples through it real easy. Damn. I approve. She'll be able to hear that sound deep in my throat and know she's just scored some points. Damn. Just damn. That color looks so good on her.]
MARIE: [I feel myself flush with pleasure at his obvious approval of my intimate attire. I wore it just for him. Went shopping for it especially for this trip. I like pretty lingerie and I know he likes green.]
LOGAN: [Jesus. The panties match. I can feel them. I've already got her zipper down and she didn't even notice. She's too busy watchin' me. Her face is still tilted up at me, nuzzlin' at my chin while I work her buttons and zippers. I ain't as nice with her clothes. I just toss them away. She gives me a look. I can tell she really don't like that too much and I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughin' as I turn her around to face me.]
MARIE: [I clench my teeth as I watch him toss my clothing aside haphazardly. I have to wear those later! I still have my boots on, however. Soft black leather. In a bit of a pique, I consider stepping on his foot but manage to restrain myself. Barely. The sight of him, naked and aroused, tugging my hand with him as he backs up to the bench goes a long way toward easing my displeasure. I smile at the sight of him. So lithe and confident. His cock standing up for me, thick and proud. Sex flush warming his skin. Dark hair drawing my eye down. Chest. Belly. Cock. He's a beautiful man.]
LOGAN: [I sit and crook my finger at her so she knows I want her to put each foot up on my leg, one at a time, so I can get those boots off. Good thing they're not the lace up kind because we're already runnin' out of time. I wonder if she's forgotten that anyone could wake up at any time or that Hank could come walkin' back to check on the passengers. I know that ain't the way she wants them to find out about us. Hell, I'm still not sure she want 'em to find out at all, which kinda puts an interesting spin on this little game of ours. A pointed look gets my message across perfectly and she blushes. I see her bite her lip and her eyes dart from my dick to the door. That's right, darlin'. Remember where you are.]
LOGAN: [Bendin' her over and flippin' up her skirt woulda been too easy. I want her naked. Off balance. Forced outta her comfort zone and into a place that's nothin' but physical. The higher the stakes, the longer the odds, the better the payoff. I aim to collect.]
Up next: Do You Hear What I Hear? Because of course that's a totally logical name for what's gonna, uh, come next. Heh.