Now that the last door was open between them, Logan and Marie couldn't stop touching. The sweep of his big hands on her collarbones. Her breasts in his palms. His lips on her nape and her ribcage and her wrist. The press of their bodies together. Her mouth on his chest. Her hand on the small of his back. Intimate, tender caresses they'd dreamed of giving and receiving for years.
Her fingers explored his nipple and followed the trail of hair down his chest to the thick tangle at his groin. The tendons in Logan's neck stood out in vivid relief as she stroked him; trailing her nails gently through the dark hair at his base before tracing her fingertips down the thick shaft.
She held him in her palm at first, getting a feel for the weight and heft before she favored the tip with a few soft strokes of her thumb. She took a heady delight in the way he jerked in her grasp, unable to keep from thrusting lightly into her hand.
It went far beyond the simple pleasure of erotic friction on oversensitized flesh. It was something uniquely her. Nobody had ever touched him like that; with a blend of awe and tremulous excitement, like it was something precious to her and not just two people spending themselves against each other in the dark. Everything with her was different. The slight tremble in her touch spoke to innocence but her eyes were shining with heat. He could feel her trying to pull back a little to get a good look at his naked body, but he was simply unable to let her go.
It was easier than they had both expected to overcome the challenge her skin presented. Both of them were too distracted to keep count now, they simply waited for the tingle that preceded the draw and parted for a moment or two to keep her mutation from taking him into her. Sometimes it happened every few seconds, sometimes longer; half a minute, a minute… even longer on a few occasions. Neither of them paid attention. They were too caught up in the rhythm itself.
When the low sleeping pallet bumped their legs, Marie drew his hands down to the tie on her soft wrap skirt. It fell away with a silky rustle, pooling at their feet.
His eyes flashed gold at her.
The erotic view shocked him into stillness. It wasn't tights she was wearing. It was stockings that ended in a thick band of creamy, iridescent lace at the top of each milky thigh, leaving her naked above. Her camisole covered her from breasts to hips and was edged in delicate lace, but it was sheer enough that he could easily see she was bare under it. The shadow of her soft, dark hair tormented him. His mouth watered and Logan had to wrap a hand around his base and squeeze to keep from embarrassing himself.
Christ. OhChrist.
He understood, now, how she intended to give them both what they wanted. Skin on skin where it mattered most, but not so much that it was certain to overwhelm them both.
Logan spun her in his arms and pulled her body back against his, pushing the wild fall of her hair out of his way before putting his mouth on her neck and biting hard. Possession, pure and simple. She moaned, letting her head fall back to his shoulder. Her fingers gripped his thighs while his hands roamed her breasts and belly before sliding up under the edge of her camisole. He stroked the soft skin around her navel, tracing patterns on her skin while he nipped at her throat, laving the mark he'd made with his tongue while he brushed his fingers lower until they met soft hair.
He didn't tease her open or delve inside to feel the sweet welcome that already glazed her thighs. Not yet. He wanted her on the bed for that in case she lost her feet when he did. She was already trembling.
When the tingle came again and they parted, Logan sat at the foot of the bed and held out his hand to her in invitation. The Wolverine protested, the urge to pull her down and pin her under him while he rutted and thrust burned brightly, a hot stick in the back of his mind that he was unable to completely ignore. Logan knew that while Marie wouldn't stop him if he did, and that she might even like it, it wasn't what she needed — what either of them needed now.
Fingers entwined, she settled herself on his thighs, a knee to either side of his hips. He kissed her fingers and then let them go, pleased when she rested them on his shoulders. His hands slid from her knees to toy with the lace at the top of her thighs, tracing the seam of flesh and gossamer before they anchored on her bare ass and gave an appreciative squeeze that drew a groan from him.
Marie's gaze was focused downward, on the thick erection jutting up between them. It throbbed against his belly, leaving little glossy smears as it jumped under the weight of her stare. Logan's breath hissed through his teeth as she touched him again, a soft sensual caress that made his heavy body shudder under her. He bit back a growl at the sight of her small, white hand stroking him. The delicate silver rings she wore sparkled in the firelight and the smooth feel of them where he burned was every bit as good as he'd imagined.
He caught her mouth in a kiss before the buzz tingled through them both, forcing them to part briefly. This time he guided both her hands back to his shoulders and slid his hands down her body, pushing up the hem of her camisole so he could see, too, as she swayed enticingly above him.
Strong white thighs spread over his lap, the thin barrier of her stockings giving her the ability to keep from having to rise up off him completely. Soft dark curls with a flash of pink hidden inside. The shine of wetness on her inner thighs. The scent was maddening, fogging his brain.
When he brushed his knuckles over her curls to the moist skin below, she gasped. Smiling, he did it again. And then again, applying a little more pressure with each pass. When she began slowly rocking her hips, he flipped his hand over and pressed his entire palm against her crotch. Christ, she was so soft and sweet here, and the little sounds she was making in her throat and the needy buck of her hips told him she was hungry for more.
Their eyes met and he hoped she could see the powerful emotion there, clouded as it was in a rising tide of feral lust.
Chaining his slipping control, he held her eyes and slowly slid a finger inside her, one thick knuckle at a time. They both groaned. Hot and slick. Tight, his brain shouted. Tight. That knowledge was important. He needed to fix it in his head, an anchor to keep from losing himself completely in the rising pleasure. Fuck. So tight. He was going to hurt her, he knew. The man recoiled at the idea of causing her pain. Virgin blood on his cock. The Wolverine howled, surging against the chains.
A second finger. She keened. He wanted her on her back before he added a third. He slipped his fingers out of her and sucked them clean. Marie blushed and he watched it sweep down her neck and chest. Just when he thought that might have been too crude, she swiped her thumb through the now steady trickle at his tip and brought it to her mouth, humming out her approval to him as his flavor bloomed over her tongue.
She liked it.
Her nimble fingers returned to him again, gathering another taste. And then another. He stopped her then because he could see in her eyes where this was going and he was going to lose it if she put her mouth on him now. He was too tightly wound. A sound broke his throat, a soft whine rather than a growl, articulating something to her that he couldn't express in words.
The buzz forced them apart before either of them could respond. Marie recovered first, and for a moment he was grateful her focus seemed to be drawn from his groin, but then she widened her legs and sank down, trapping his erection between them and painting him with her wetness as she slowly rocked against him with a tentative roll of her hips.
His eyes slipped closed, teeth bared in the darkness as his head fell back.
Fuck. That was so good.
Big hands on her bare ass encouraged her to do it again. Logan let her lead, wanting her to feel in control of what was happening, and of her skin, while he still could. He forced his eyes open, needing to see her moving on him despite the pleasure swamping him.
It was easy for her this way. At the first little tingle, she just rose up on her knees for a moment and then sank back down to move against him again, little hands gripping his wide shoulders and sliding up his neck to tangle in his hair as she rocked. Sometimes he just let her undulate against him. Sometimes he let her hip go and slid his hand between them to touch her softly or to rub her drenched opening with the silky tip of his erection, mingling their wetness and scents and stimulating them both. When she began to shake, he shifted them and slowly lowered her to the bed, leaving her legs splayed wide around his powerful hips.
This would be harder for her, he knew. Now she had to trust him to pull away instead of being able to do it herself, but they both needed more. The little teasing touches were not enough. Even the steady sensual grind was more torture than pleasure now.
Logan's hands returned to her body, mapping her skin as they slowly drifted down between her legs. So soft. He couldn't get enough of her here. First one finger and then two, moving with purpose now. Not just to enjoy her body, but to drive her toward the release they both needed her to have.
Soon her eyes started to drift closed and her back began to arch. He tried to time it just right so that he wouldn't have to pull his hands away when she needed them most. He put one big palm on her belly, applying pressure just above her pubic bone with the heel of his hand. When he added a third finger and thrust deep with the other hand, she bit her lip and convulsed, moaning as she came, hard.
Logan could feel her thighs shaking against his sides, her legs flexing as she twisted and then went limp. He smiled softly as he gentled his touches to help her come down. He couldn't wait now. The scent was too enticing not to follow.
His mouth was warm and wet, licking and nipping at her as he kissed down her body. Hips. Thighs. That luscious sweetness between. Inside and out. He lapped away the gush of wetness, smiling against her as she gasped at the heat of his mouth and the feel of his tongue inside her. Without stopping his ministrations, he caught her eye, knowing she was remembering their earlier conversation at lunch and her confession that she was quite underwhelmed by the idea of this particular act. She clearly didn't think that anymore, and he chuckled against her — an amused rumbling that made her smile and sink her fingers into his hair.
He hadn't forgotten what she'd said about needing more than a soft tickle, and he adjusted his touch accordingly, making sure to favor her with strong sucks and firm flicks of his tongue, returning to those places that made her breath catch and her body squirm against his mouth. Her soft sighs and quiet murmurs told him she liked it, but she was restless under his touch until he pushed his fingers back inside.
She moaned loudly when he did and he understood in that moment what she'd been unable to articulate at lunch. Some women needed penetration. Perhaps she'd simply been empty too long. Or maybe she needed to feel physically invaded by her partner to differentiate it from the softer touches she gave herself.
She responded strongly and he only had to part from her a time or two because of the buzz before she was twisting and shaking in the throes of another powerful orgasm. His groan of pleasure rose to meet hers as a new gush of slickness poured from her. This time, he didn't lap it away, aware they'd need it for what was coming next. The tingle came again and he had to pull his fingers from her before she'd come down completely.
Marie protested weakly, still mostly submerged in a deep well of pleasure. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he knelt up between her spread legs and gathered her wetness on his fingers before slicking his length, fisting it a few times, lost to some primal force he was unable to resist.
She reached for him as he moved over her and positioned himself between her splayed legs, rubbing his tip between her slick folds, more an apology for what he knew was coming than a focused attempt to give either of them pleasure.
Logan was surprised when Marie caught his jaw in her hands and brought their faces together, so close they shared the same breath; his mouth open just above hers. He waited for the tingle, feeling their bodies part one last time and her hands coming back to his face before he sank deeply inside of her. Neither of them made a sound, but he could tell from the tension in her body and by her sharp intake of air that it had hurt. She breathed through it, holding his face to hers, wanting to give and receive more than what was between their legs.
Her eyes were soft. Misty. Full of warmth and acceptance that moved him profoundly. He could see their future there. Fighting and laughing and loving. Lazy afternoons and passionate nights. His unborn children. And a love so deep and consuming it scared the shit out of him because now that he had it, the idea of losing it was unthinkable.
The erotic tingle raced under his skin and he pulled out, smiling down at her as her hands fell away with a whimper. They both looked down. The smear of red electrified them both. Virgin blood on his cock. On his sheets, too. A growl rumbled deep in his chest and he hovered over her, impatient to be back in the sanctuary of her body.
He dipped down to drop a tender kiss between her legs, licking at her softly. The Wolverine needed things tonight, too, and no matter how thick the chains the man bound him with, he would not be denied the coppery taste of this first claiming.
Marie cradled his head to her breast, pushing her fingers into his hair as he moved back up her body, kissing her deeply while he slid back inside. A good solid thrust that seated him deeply. His blood pounded wildly in his ears and he wondered if she could feel his heartbeat inside her. She winced, but her body accepted his more easily this time and he stayed still inside her as long as he dared before withdrawing to push back in.
He thought she'd be the one overwhelmed but it was Logan's eyes that fluttered shut and then squeezed tightly closed as his mouth opened against hers in a silent cry of exquisite pleasure. She felt so good under and around him as he began to move with slow, deep strokes.
Her face, transcendent with pleasure, was enough to hold back the tide of his own desire for the moment and it was like a game at first, something new for them both to figure out. The timing. The waiting. A roll of his hips at just the right moment, only to pull away and leave her wild for him. Little hands gripping tightly at his back and sides. Grabbing at his ass when they really got going, only to have to pull away just as she began to shudder.
They made the most of the waiting, too. Little slivers of time apart. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, spread out on his bed; sweaty and flushed and smelling of him and sex. Her lips were red and slightly swollen from his kisses. Her body bore the marks of this night, bruising chains of kisses across her breasts, beard burn under her jaw and between her legs. The impression of his teeth on her neck. They both knew she'd carry the marks of his fingers on her hips when they'd finished. He'd been tender, but with each thrust, he'd lost a little ground to the wildness until it was roaring loudly in his head.
The buzz fired them both. This time, a curse as he pulled out. What had been sweet and playful now felt like the pacing of a wild creature within a too-small cage as they waited the heartbeat or two before he could plunge back in. When she'd grown used to the feel of being stretched on him, she lifted her knees, inviting him deeper. He pulled a pillow underneath her ass and adjusted his hips so that with every thrust he slid against a spot inside her that made her cry out. He could feel her begin to flutter around him.
Close. So close now. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.
The goddamn enticing tingle came again and he was tempted to keep pounding into her but he knew he couldn't. He somehow found the strength to pull clear and wrapped his hand around his cock, squeezing as he panted through the urge to come. Marie writhed under him, desperate for her own release.
This time, he thought. Neither of them could last much longer.
Bracing one hand beside her head, Logan pushed back in and then took her other hand in his, almost mindless at the feel of her; that slick clasp and her hand gripping his face tightly as she looked into his eyes. He could feel the tension coiling in her and her back arched. The tingle came unexpectedly and he growled as he pulled out, teeth bared and breathing hard as he stared down at her with dark, wild eyes.
Marie hovered on the edge, body humming sharply with need and she keened with frustration as he withdrew from her body. Her hand slipped down between her legs, frantic for the feel of him inside her, and the openly erotic sight of Marie touching herself took the choice about when to come right out of his hands.
The first spurt striped across the dark curls between her spread thighs and the pink opening below. He shoved back in with a low grunt, pushing deep and shuddering through the rhythmic clenching of her body as she arched and came around him. Her strong internal muscles gripped him hard as he throbbed and pulsed again and again and again until he was trembling against her, catching her soft cry in his mouth.
She gave a great, shuddering sigh as he collapsed into her arms. He could hear and feel the contentment there. It was reflected back in his own gaze as he slid down and her hands cradled his head against her breast and softly stroked his hair as they caught their breath.
For long minutes, even her stubborn mutation was beautifully silent. Neither of them noticed. There was nothing but bliss and breath and warmth. The feel of her soft body under his and the gentle caress of her hands on his back. No words were spoken and none were needed. For the first time, they'd spoken with their bodies and it was breathtaking.
The new lovers shifted only enough to slip a sheet between them as Marie's eyes began to drift closed and her breathing evened out. She didn't have his stamina and Logan knew she needed to rest. He'd been tender but not gentle. He was big and she was small and it had been too long of a wait. He'd needed to fill her again and again and to feel her come and come and come before he was satisfied. He knew he'd need to feel it again, soon.
The firelight flickered over her, the platinum stripe in her hair glowed a warm amber in the low light and the spill of her chestnut hair tickled over his chest, shining darkly against the rumpled white sheet. The bed smelled good; of him and her and sweat and pleasure… and contentment. His eyes began to close, too, and even the Wolverine was quiet and still.
The house felt right now.
Not like a place where he slept.
Like a home.
Up Next: Waiting for A Girl Like You. The aftermath.
Y'all know me and my propensity to explore those intimate moments when people are real and open with each other. I'm sure none of you are surprised that I couldn't resist writing the morning after… ;) Also, the smut bunnies are multiplying like whoa. I'm totally gonna need more than 50 chapters to do them justice. Onward!