“Yeah, you last the entire, uh, day and ah’ll…”
“You’ll what?”
“Help ya move out of your room at the school.”
“Oh big prize… What if I lose?”
“You have ta move meh out of mah room at the school and give me another massage.”
“I had plans to leave everything at the school, like ‘Ro and Blue.”
“Ah suppose that would be okay. There will probably be tahms when we need separate bedrooms…”
‘Lahk when ah get mah period and when you get all moody on me when you’ve had a bad nightmare.’ Marie thought.
“It’s not fair but, you’re on,” Logan said as he pulled out slowly and Marie moaned.
“Where doya think you’re goin’?”
“Bathroom. Then snack. And round two… In that order…”
“Okay. Ah’ll keep the bed warm.”
He got up and rushed into the bathroom. Cold tile floors, cold air, and he prayed he wouldn’t shrink while he ran his errands. He heard Marie laugh as he streaked into the bathroom. Logan made the decision to do a little remodeling then and there. The tile would be replaced with hardwood floors as soon as he got the chance. Teaching took up a lot of his time. Most of his free time was spent chasing after Marie and getting a little make out session in the utility closet on the first floor.
Marie was still laughing as she moved into the middle of the bed. Then she felt that little sign that she needed the ‘little girl’s room’ as well. Minutes later, just as Logan opened the door and set foot in the bedroom, a flash of Marie streaking by him into the empty room passed by his eyes.
“Oh Logan…You’re wonderful… You warmed the seat for meh.”
“You’re welcome, darlin’, I think.”
Logan fished his chocolate kiss for Marie and himself, grabbed the extra bottle of flavored oil out of the warmer, headed back into the bedroom for another round of ‘Lovin’ with Marie’. The woman in question was back in bed, back to the towel, and she had a grin a mile wide on her face…
“Whattah those, sugah?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Marie. A kiss for you,” Logan voiced as he handed her one of his homemade kisses… “And another to grow on.”
He leaned in and gave her a loving kiss. Then he scrambled over to his side of the bed and climbed in.
Marie quickly gobbled up the chocolate and then rolled her body to face his.
“Ah’ve got a kiss for ya and anothah you’re gonna grow on.”
“Hhrrrff, Marie,” Logan spoke as she pounced on him. “I’d like to see you try…”
Logan gave his sweet darlin’, Marie a gentle hug as she brought her lips to his. He softly caressed her body through her attack. He had her distracted enough with his lips that he rolled her back to the towel and she didn’t miss a beat in her kisses. He began to softly caress her sweat and oil slicked body, his digits ran over her supple and warm skin. He gently touched, caressed the very lightly pink delicate flesh, memorizing again every inch and every curve. The new bottle of flavored oil appeared, this time, Marie would taste like peppermint. The mint would make her skin tingle as it soaked in, tingle in a good way of course. It was a good scent for awakening the senses. Logan began to massage her body with some of the warm oil as he lay next to her right side. His fingers worked the sweet smelling oil tenderly into her neck and shoulders.
Marie began to moan with pleasure because of his ministrations. She rolled onto her stomach and Logan moved his one hand down her back, slowly worked along her spine, fingers caringly massaging. He was one handed because the other was tucked under supporting his chest. Then he sat up on his knees and his other freed hand went to caress the flesh on her hips. Logan massaged in several swirls, figure eights, before he moved back to slowly massage her spine. He repeated the procedure continually. Then he moved down and stopped at the small of her back. He started to soothingly knead the flesh of the beautiful firm globes of her rear and on occasion deeply into the muscles. He worked down her legs, his fingers caressed the back of them, worked down to her feet to gently massage them.
Logan turned her over and started to work up her legs, kindly manipulated her flesh, stroked them, worked up Marie’s calves to her knees. She spread them for him and then his fingers caressed a path half way to her mound. He stopped to tease her.
“Don’t stop, sugah,” Marie pleaded.
He had her right leg elongated, in hand as he dribbled more peppermint scented oil on the skin of her ankle. It blazed a trail with gravity, down her leg, every inch along the way. Then his large, warm hand began to spread it as he gently worked it from the outer thigh in to her inner thigh. He teased her a little, by massaging close to her loins, and then he backed away. She was so sensitive that she started laughing because it tickled. Logan’s digits inched ever closer to Marie’s groin, to the ultra-sensitive silken smooth tissue around her flower petals, and within those petals hid a beautiful treasure. His hands finally reached there where his touch circled her alternative lips but, touched nothing more. He smiled as she began to whimper and writhe on the bed. Logan moved over to her elongated left leg, lifted it, and started at her ankle, repeated the same actions he completed on the right. His fingers danced over her delicate and sensitive inner thigh and she laughed again.
Logan’s digits finally reached the top, again circled her lips, ever teasing her there but never touching her inside. He could hear Marie’s breath catch as his fingers teased and caressed the edge of her lips. At last, he reached in to spread her engorged folds, his digits forward still, touched her pearl, and grasped it. He drew it from its hiding place, pinched it a few times to tease Marie. His free hand reached up to hold her down; he placed his hand between her breasts so that he could feel her heart wildly beating under her sternum. His fingers pinched and gently tugged on her love bead.
“Oh Logan,” Marie moaned as she tried to arch her back.
Then he softly rolled it between his fingers and then moved on down to tease her lips again. Logan slid his tools of ecstasy over them, let them glide over, and around them but never entering Marie. When he thought she was close, after a long wait, he slid in two parallel rods deep inside her. He gradually let her adjust to them, slowly stroked her inner warmth, and her moistness so fantastic over his fingers. He let them probe deeper inside Marie and found her g-spot. Then he gently applied pressure and rubbed over it instead of tickling it. He felt it swell to his touch as he stroked it, rubbed up and down, and then made circles over, around it.
“Yeah… Damn… Raht there… Oh Gawd Logan.”
He kept up his motions as he lowered his mouth and took her nugget between his lips, sucked as his tongue flicked over it, with his fingers deep inside her.
“Come for me, my Angel… Feel your release, baby,” Logan spoke smoothly.
“Ah need more,” she moaned.
“Feel your release Marie, let it go, feel the fire buildin’ hotter and hotter. Feel the heat spreadin’ through-out. Even your fingers are on fire,” Logan teased and growled a little to turn her on. Then smiled wickedly.
Her body answered the call and gave in, let go. He could feel her canal squeeze around his tactile members, rubbed her g-spot even more, and knew the fire deep inside bursting forth, would consume his Marie.
“Ahh… Ahh… Gawd LOGAN, yeeesss.”
“Let it go, baby. Don’t fight it Angel. You’re so beautiful, Marie.”
Her juices flowed from her frame; Logan continued to tease her g-spot, his tongue caressed her sphere-shaped marble. He knew every movement he added brought more fire to her body after every orgasm.
Marie rode the waves of her climaxes, not one but, many small ones bursting inside her, building and building, and then the waves crashed, sent her into spasms.
“Ohh yeah…”
“Feel me, holdin’ you, controllin’ all of you. Feel the fire now explodin’ over and over again.”
The heat consumed Marie as she hit several crowning points; she shuddered many times as the spasms ran through her. She looked down now on her body as if she was no longer a part of it. She watched Logan in her mind’s eye as he held her and controlled her through the flood of orgasmic delight, her juices flowed their last with her complete and total release. She felt so much intimacy with Logan as he held her body down as it shuddered through the last spasm.
“Let yourself fly, angel, feel yourself floatin’ completely held aloft by my strength and control,” Logan whispered in her ear with a growl.
God yes, she was flying. She never heard such beautiful things nor felt so wonderfully full of Logan.
“Ah wanna hold you, closer Logan. Ah feel your soul inside with mine,” Marie whispered in his ear and looked deep into his eyes.
Deep, deep breaths slowly bring them both back down as Logan gently collapsed on top of her. His head rested on her abdomen. She felt the warmth deep inside now no longer a raging fire but, loving soothing warmth spread throughout her.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Marie,” Logan sleepily mumbled.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Logan,” Marie replied, but Logan had already dozed off.
McCoy Residence
Washington, D.C.
6:30 A.M.
“Have you seen the mail I brought in yesterday?”
“Yes my dear, it’s here in my hand,” Hank replied as he handed the small stack to Ororo.
She spotted an envelope with a couple mouse ears on it. It had Logan and Marie’s names on it and quickly she opened it. She had purposefully sidetracked it to keep the couple from finding it.
“Oh god, they won Hank! They won,” announced as she started jumping up and down, happy and excited.
“Won what, my dear?”
“The ladies and I entered them in a contest when we were back in California. The Grand Prize was a Disney Dream Wedding at any park. We picked Walt Disney World since it was on the same coast, and they won!”
“Ororo, you have to tell them, my love, right away before they make any more decisions.”
“But Hank, I can’t tell them they won a Disney Dream Wedding that they didn’t know they entered. Maybe I should make Jubilation tell them. They’d believe it of her.”
“Why not? They’re going to have to find out sooner or later.”
“Please don’t say anything just yet. I’ll take care of it, promise sweetie,” she said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“May we go now? We need to get back to the school,” Hank spoke.
Marie's Room
Instructor’s Wing
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
12:00 P.M.
Marie and Logan were back in her room about ten in the morning and they were still catching up on sleep since they had gone at it like rabbits all night. There was a knock on her door… Marie heard Logan growl and put a possessive adamantium laced fore arm over her torso, while still half asleep, of course. She rolled over to face him and kissed his sideburn on the left before she worked her way out of his hold. She put on one of his red flannel shirts he’d left on the floor a couple days prior. When she opened the door, Ororo was there with two red roses with baby’s breath, in black onyx colored glass vases. She opened her card in front of Marie.
“Ah thought Logan stopped these,” Marie voiced.
“I thought I’d let you know we have the sitter until Sunday at eleven, all my love, Henry,” Ororo read. “Apparently not. I know I still got mine, maybe he stopped so you wouldn’t get suspicious?”
Marie opened her card and just like she predicted the capital U came.
“Ah figured it out… Ah’ll be with you. The W was an abbreviation for with.”
“Well, today’s the day. I hope we both enjoy it.”
“Ours got started super early…”
“Hank’s taking me to see La Bohéme tonight.”
“How wonderful, sugah. Well ah better get back before the big, tall, hairy, growly, husband-to-be of mine comes lookin’ for meh.”
“True, I’ll see ya later then. Happy Valentine’s Day, Marie, and if I don’t see Logan, send him a Happy Valentine’s Day from me too.”
“Will do, bah, ‘Ro.”
Boat House
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
11:30 P.M.
Logan and Marie discussed it earlier in the day and came to an accord that they would watch X-Men Origins: Wolverine. They agreed to be out in the boat house away from the school for the student’s safety. Marie had decided not to make popcorn or have snacks so they wouldn’t be distracted. Popcorn was a bitch to clean up after it spilled. There was a flat-screen television above the mantle on the fireplace; the fireplace insulated to keep from melting the television. Logan sat down in the middle of the couch with the multi-functional remote in his left hand because he wanted to control how much of his past he wanted to see at once. Marie was seated next to him in his left. She was curled in to his shoulder but she wouldn’t let him put his arm around her. She held onto his upper arm to show her support, rested her head on his shoulder as he prepared to turn on the electronic equipment.
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More lovin'...
WARNING: Adult Sexual Content Ahead!
WARNING: No Drinks At Computer Monitors!!!
I hope you like the little plot twist...
Enjoy!
WARNING: Adult Sexual Content Ahead!
WARNING: No Drinks At Computer Monitors!!!
I hope you like the little plot twist...
Enjoy!
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