Chapter Twelve: Together At Last
Marie cautiously opened the door to Logan's room, thinking he sounded strangely calm, too calm. Did he have some horrible fate-worse-than-death planned for her? What could be worse than rejection, and did she really want to know?
Guess I'm about to find out.
Logan lay sprawled on the bed, clad only in a pair of boxers. Continuing to lounge casually, he made no attempt to move as she stepped into the room.
"Shut the door, we don't need an audience," he instructed softly.
Marie complied, but continued standing by the door, afraid to advance any further into the room in case she needed to make a hasty retreat. Logan watched her with amusement. He decided that he wasn't going to drag this out too long, as torturing her was not his intention and obviously she'd suffered more than enough.
"Come over here and sit down. I won't bite," he beckoned with a nod of his head and a mischievous wink.
Did he just wink? Is he actually joking around with me?
She was puzzled by the apparent sudden change in his mood. He was prepared to kill both her and Scott a mere fifteen minutes ago and now he was winking at her. Despite having him in her head, she still found times when she couldn't *read* him, Logan's unpredictable moods being one of life's great mysteries.
Maybe he wants to lure me over to the bed so he can strangle me without the added effort of chasing me around the room first.
Even though she was suspicious of his motives, she edged over to the bed, trying to act as nonchalant as possible and sat down casually on the end furthest from him. Logan could smell her nervousness and smiled to himself. He didn't mind that she was a little anxious, but being outright petrified wouldn't be good. Sitting up and shifting over closer to her, he smelled the anxiety coming off of her in waves, along with just a slight hint of arousal. Reaching out to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, he dipped down and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder. She just looked at him with questioning eyes, trying to gauge what he was doing. The scent of her arousal kicked up a notch in the process with that particular development, he noted delightedly.
"I'm sorry I overreacted and was such a shit. Forgive me?" he appealed softly, kissing her shoulder again for emphasis.
Marie gave a slight shudder and let out a tiny gasp at the intimate gesture, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she absorbed his question. Reaching up to place the palm of her hand on his cheek, she let out a strangled sob.
"How about we just forgive each other and go from there?" A lone tear sliding down her porcelain cheek, the pain evident in eyes the color of melted chocolate.
Logan moved to draw her into his arms, tenderly kissing her neck, he whispered against her ear, "Works for me." Marie wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed hard, crushing herself against him tightly. They clung to each other silently for several moments, letting body language express what words couldn't, with Logan rubbing her back in a slow reassuring gesture as she buried her face against his neck.
Marie started combing her slender fingers through his thick hair, while bestowing soft, feathery kisses on his neck. Her hands trailed down to his broad chest, exploring the firm muscles with appraising fingertips. Logan was beginning to think that perhaps there would never be this one elusive perfect moment in time to make love. If they wanted it to happen, they'd just have to create the perfect moment themselves.
What are we waiting for, the stars to be in perfect alliance? Next, I'll be consulting my horoscope. When did I turn into Scott, and he turn into me? What is this, the fucking Twilight Zone?
Not willing to debate with himself any longer, he reciprocated her kisses and commenced his own exploration of her soft curves. Marie responded to his touch by going limp in his arms as she finally relaxed. Running a hand up her ribcage, he cupped her full breast through the soft material of the tank top, the nipple hardening instantly under his thumb. Needing to see her without obstruction, he lifted the tank top over her head and smiled as her bare breasts were finally revealed to him.
"God, Marie, you're so damn beautiful," he choked out, his mouth watering and his cock growing harder at the sight of her body's ivory perfection. He fought to stay in control, knowing he needed to make this experience as perfect as possible for her.
Caressing her breasts, he reveled in the sheer delight of the skin-to-skin contact. Bending down to draw the perfect pink bud of one breast into his mouth, he laved it gently, while massaging the nipple of the other breast with his fingertips. Gradually lowering her down onto the mattress, he positioned them on their sides facing each other, maintaining his attention on her full, ripe breasts. He then ran his tongue over an erect nipple, alternating between feathery licks and gentle sucking. A low moan escaped from her mouth as she arched her back into his touch.
Reaching down between them to the waistband of her shorts, he popped open the button and slowly lowered the zipper. He slipped his hand into the shorts and under the silk fabric of her panties until his fingers were stroking the soft hair on her mound. Realizing that the shorts and panties had to go in order for him to have better access, he removed his hand, pulled off those last two pieces of clothing in one swift gesture and tossed them on the floor. Marie's hands roamed down to the waistband of Logan's boxers and started tugging at them. Taking the hint, he helped her divest himself of them, dispatching them expeditiously to the floor to join the small pile of her clothes. Marie immediately wrapped her small hand around his engorged member, stroking it gently, but firmly, she glided her hand up and down the shaft in a slow pumping action. With the freedom from any further restrictions, he parted her legs slightly and cupped her mound with the palm of his hand. She raised her hips enough to press his palm tighter against her as his fingers raked through the soft downy hair. Stroking the outer lips of her labia, he gently inserted two fingers into her. Marie's inner muscles clamped persistently around his fingers, increasing the pleasure for both of them. Logan kissed the sweet spot on the side of her neck as his fingers leisurely pumped in and out of her.
The sensation of being kissed on her favorite erogenous spot along with being fingered at the same time brought Marie to an almost instant climax. Logan felt her inner muscles contract even more forcefully and watched her face as the orgasm washed over her. Her eyelashes fluttered and she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. Unable to resist the inviting gesture, he bent down to run his own tongue over her enticing lips, licking them gently, before parting them to probe the inside of her mouth. She moaned against his mouth as his tongue dragged along her smooth polished teeth and then tangled with hers. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, while their hands engaged in the corresponding action with their bodies. Generating a symphony of taste and touch, they became lost in the ecstasy it created.
Logan moved to position them on the bed so that his face was level with her bottom half, while his cock was pointing suggestively at her face. His tongue snaked out to lick at her clit as she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, swirling it around the tip in slow, tantalizing circles before opening her mouth to draw him inside. He lathed at her moist center, sucking and licking at the pleasure point on her clit, while she returned the favor by alternately running her tongue up and down his shaft and sucking him gently. Moments later, they climaxed almost simultaneously, with her juices soaking his face as he shot his hot seed into the back of her throat.
"Oh my God, Logan," she whimpered breathlessly.
Logan turned himself around so he was now facing her, reaching out, he pulled her tight against him, breathing in her scent that was now mingled with his own. She smelled like heaven, she smelled like his. He ran his tongue along the perimeter of her neck, marking her even more with his scent.
"So good, baby, so good," he breathed against her neck, still ragged himself.
He turned her face to his, possessing her mouth with his own, each tasting themselves on the other in the most intimate of shared experiences. The healing factor kicked in and Logan felt himself go hard again. Feeling it against her thigh, Marie smiled at this development and slid her hand down past the solid muscles of his chest, past the flatness of his stomach until she reached his throbbing cock. Taking him in her hand, she massaged the hot silky length gently, but with purpose. He let out a groan that came out a half growl and surrendered to her ministrations. Moving his own hand down to the juncture between her thighs, he pleasured her with equal attention, eliciting whimpers of pure joy.
Marie then pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs. When he reached for her, she grabbed his wrists and held them firmly. She scrutinized his face carefully and with hesitation in her voice asked him a loaded question.