“Ok. I’ll get on the phone tonight and do some calling,” Ororo spoke and closed the small notebook Marie gave her.
“Great, thanks you guys. Ah really appreciate this.”
“No problem Marie.”
“You gonna eat that?” Jubilee queried as she eyed Marie’s sandwich.
“JUBILEE,” Marie and Ororo yelled in shock.
“WHAT! I’m hungry,” she smiled.
Caldicott-Howlett Apartment
Thornwood, NY.
3:30 P.M.
Sunday afternoon and Logan went home early before Marie. He went up to their bedroom and unzipped his backpack as he flopped down on the unmade bed. He finally emptied out his backpack to discover that he’d forgotten to put the extra flannel shirt in his room, and saw the note. He picked it up; the curious eyebrow arched, and opened it as he smiled. After reading it, Logan groaned and tried to regain some control over his body by focusing on something good for dinner. He wanted to treat her to something special when she came home. He quickly changed the sheets before he grabbed his keys off the hook by the door. He went to the local grocery store and picked up a roasted chicken, fettuccini alfredo sauce and pasta to match, a nice red wine, garlic bread, and tira misu for dessert. She would be thinking about this night for years to come. Because when Logan did something in secret for Marie it wasn’t small.
When Marie finally arrived at home a little after seven, she opened the door to the smells of roasted chicken, fettuccini with a cream sauce delicately poured over it, a chilled glass of Ariel 2000 Cabernet Sauvignon, fresh garlic bread, and two candles lit on the table. As she came to the kitchen, Logan greeted her with a huge hug and a long, deep, passionate kiss. Thirty seconds later, while she could still breathe, she backed up and giggled at Logan’s wearing of the ‘Kiss-The-Cook’ apron.
“What’s the special occasion, sugah?”
“You’re so special to me and ‘cause I love you with all my heart.”
He pulled out the chair for her and he took his place at the head of their small dining room table. They talked lightly about the day, sipped the wine and enjoyed the fruits of life.
“Ah gave Ororo mah book ah made up. Jubes asked if we’ve thought ‘bout gettin’ a photographer and or a videographer. Ah told her ah thought it was a good idea but ah wanted to run it by you first.”
“As long as the video doesn’t look like some cheesy music video.”
“Right. Ah was wondering if you’d be interested in crossing our colors.”
“Whaddya mean?”
“Well, ah was thinkin’, ah have some English in mah mama’s side and Howlett is English. So, ah was thinkin’ after the weddin’ and before the reception we have a crossing the colors ceremony where ah will change my colors to wear yours.”
“I have colors?”
“Yeah, sugah. Ah’d be goin’ from yellow, blue, and red, to wearing your black and yellow.”
“I think I like this idea,” the animal approved of the possessive nature of the crossing of the colors because it would show everyone his claim on her.
“We’d be crossing our families’ colors. It’s an old tradition thing.”
“Sure darlin’, if you want to, I’m game.”
“We also should think about where we wanna have this wedding.”
“I was thinkin’ at the school, in the chapel.”
“Ah was thinkin’ Vegas if Ororo and Jubilee get out of control. But ah trust ‘Ro. She’s going to pass on our book to the weddin’ planner. Ah would assume she’s going to call her pretty soon.”
“I can’t believe we have one that fast,” Logan uttered as he stood to clear the table.
“Ororo said the weddin’ planner is a daughter of a friend. So, ah assume she’s calling in a favor or two. Maybe they went to school together here? Ah’ve got to get some of our pictures together to give to Ororo for the planner.”
“We can do that this next weekend.”
After dinner, they cuddled on the couch, fed each other a small plate of tira misu, and the rest of the bottle of wine. Logan wanted to pamper Marie the best way that he knew how. He felt her foot move slowly up his calf and thigh, teasing him; the wine and her attention making him purr. Her toes explored further up and he realized that was indeed very excited to have Marie with him! He stood up from the couch and took his empty wine glass to the sink. He thought about a stroll outside, the night was certainly good for it. The weather was perfect…
“How ‘bout a stroll?”
“Fine, but not too long, ah’ve had a longer day than you,” Marie teased him.
Then they went out for a walk, holding hands, and took in the stars. It was a beautiful night, cloudless and a little crisp. Marie couldn’t wait for the nights to warm up a little more, but it was still early spring. Their hearts and other parts of their bodies kept them quite warm. They come across a small creek out next to their home and stopped. They held each other as they listened to the water as it sang its song, wandered through the rocks, and lapped against the shore. Logan’s hand caressed her soft, smooth hair, felt like the finest silk to his touch. They turned toward each other, embraced, their bodies held tightly together, and kissed. The thought of mere millimeters of clothing separated their bodies, aroused them, and he knew she felt his excitement pressed against her. Though it was slightly chilly outside as the last of the snow melted in the creek, they felt warm all the same. They strolled down to the end of the block. Once there, they looked into each other's eyes, then back toward their dwelling, back to each other and grinned wantonly. Abruptly, at a dead run, they took off, and ran back to their home.
Logan lowered himself and frantically unzipped her jeans, pulled them down to expose her red silk panties, as he had her backside pinned to the back of the front door. Her hands ran through his hair and then pulled on it, brought his face to her crotch. He pulled her panties low, exposed the neatly trimmed mound. He inhaled, her scent engulfed his senses, increased his arousal tenfold, hadn’t realized that was even possible. He hurriedly licked and kissed her exposed thighs while his hands kneaded her buns, so full and firm. He blew on her womanhood and watched as her lips began to part as they engorged with blood, reacted to the warm air. He dove in to her apex like a man starved, placed his mouth completely over her and sucked Marie into his mouth. Logan teased her flower petals with his tongue, flicked back and forth across her, then in circles. His elongated fingers massaged her rear, working their way toward her back door, and then he made small circles around the small star there.
Marie suddenly screamed his name because he sent her soaring so fast. His mouth kept her warm as he sucked on her soft and full clams hiding her pearl. As Logan’s tongue explored deep into her velvety wetness, it curled around, and made her squirm against the back of the front door. While his fingers teased her ass, his tongue licked and probed her deeply, she quickly came. She grabbed his head and kept her balance. He held her pinned close to him as he savored her essence and lapped up all that he could.
“Mmm, I love the taste of you. I could eat you out for hours, darlin’. Mmmm, the sweet taste, the soft velvety feel, oh yeah, and bein’ intimate with the most erogenous and sexual part of your body,” Logan spoke and then smiled blazingly wicked.
She tugged on Logan’s white undershirt and he pulled his face back away from her cleaned, happy loins. He pulled her panties back up and she pulled up her jeans as he stood to kiss her. Just before he could, Marie lowered herself in front of Logan, it was her turn. She pulled down his zipper and undid his belt buckle. Down came the pants; his manhood sprang free after the black boxer briefs came down next. It hung a little more than at half-mast. The eye looked at her, pre-come glistened on the tip. She licked the head and felt him twitch already. Her left hand lightly massaged his balls as she grabbed the shaft with her right, stroked him to full hardness. She licked underneath from his balls to the head, around the head, and then back down the shaft. Already Marie felt his nuts tighten and she knew that it wouldn’t take very long until Logan exploded into her mouth.
He’d been thinking about Marie off and on all day and had been aching to be with her from the moment he awoke alone in their bed. He watched as she completely took him into her mouth, sucked expertly, teased him with her tongue, and still massaged his balls. He looked down and suddenly, his cock disappeared into Marie’s mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. Then it re-emerged and glistened in the soft light of the living room. She pumped him, licked all around the head and shaft, and then sucked him into her mouth again.
“Oh god darlin’, what you do to me…” He moaned.
It wasn’t long before his knees began to buckle, almost gave way, his sacks tightened and his breathing became even more erratic. Marie sucked harder; he knew she wouldn’t miss even a single drop. Logan exploded, moaning in ecstasy, and unleashed jet after jet of warm come into her mouth, coated her tongue and splashed against the back of her throat, and he kept coming. She pumped up and down his weakening flesh, milked every drop out of him. Then Marie pulled up his black boxer briefs and jeans before she helped him with his belt, as his hands still shook from such an incredible orgasm. She stood and they kissed, tasted themselves on each other’s lips. They kissed deeper, tongues intertwined.
Logan’s hands pulled Marie’s body close to his. He needed her body and hers to be one. They walked upstairs, her fingers wrapped in Logan’s, so soft and long and beautiful, just like every part of her. He looked down and oddly felt that he couldn’t tell where her hand started and his ended. He looked at her again as he flipped on their bedroom light and backed towards their bed. He lit a fire in their in room fireplace.
“Ah need to use the bathroom, sugah. Be right back,” she uttered and then sealed the promise with a kiss.
“I’ll get ready for bed,” Logan kissed her forehead.
Marie sashayed her hips into the bathroom and flipped on the light. Immediately, she saw the cherry red gift wrapped red box that Logan had left for her. That extra little side trip he made to Victoria’s Secret at the Westview Mall made the night more special. She squealed before she tore into the packaging. In the red box, she saw a dark forest green flyaway baby-doll outfit. It was short, sexy and all tied up with a flirty satin bow. The sheer mesh baby-doll top had lightly lined demi cups with underwire support. Marie undressed and slipped on the baby-doll, tied the bow. She noticed the V-string thong underwear and as she pulled it on it skimmed over her derrière, both her flesh and the material very smooth. She looked in the full length mirror; her perfect, firm, and luscious breasts practically popped out of the outfit. The matched V-string thong peeked from beneath the sheer mesh baby-doll. She wondered if it looked worse on the boring window model. She had seen the outfit on the way to The Sharper Image store… Obviously Logan somehow knew she wanted it.
“Oh mah gawd, Logan! It’s gorgeous, sugah!”
A use of the toilet and gussy up a little more for Logan before she deemed that she was ready. She came out of the bathroom a few seconds later, a single, long-stemmed red rose, a card, and a small velvet box grabbed her attention. She picked up and smelled the fragrance of the rose, breathed deep its perfume. The card was short and sweet; Logan confessed his eternal and undying love for her. In the small box, she saw two teardrop shaped diamond earrings with a small pearl. She put them on and watched the reflected moonlight dance across the room as it shined on her earrings.
She came into the room where the fire was raging nicely and Logan looked up at her as he stood near the fireplace. They shared a look of pure love. He melted right there, eyes began to water at the sight of her… Body, heart and soul tried to scream out just how beautiful and wonderful she was. He had wanted to get her something sexy and sheer, but he never knew exactly what he wanted to buy, until that trip. She was so sexy in every way that Logan couldn’t think of anything clearly that made Marie sexier to him; it just wasn’t possible! The mere thought of his girl kept him constantly aroused and happy.
Marie took his hand in hers and placed a kiss on his knuckles. Her hands unbuttoned his black and red flames silk shirt, one at a time, kissed his chest each time. When the shirt came off, he pulled off his undershirt as she undid the Indian-head buckle. She pulled out the belt and tossed it over her shoulder. She removed his jeans and then she pulled him down with her to the large soft carpet rug in front of the fire. The firelight sparkled in her earrings, just as she lit up his whole being. They rolled and she got up for a minute and returned with the rose. Marie traced the rose from his cheeks, down his neck, chest, and teased his growing cock, circled around it. Leaning over, she took him into her warm mouth, gave him a few long, slow inhalations with her lips and tongue. Then she straddled Logan, reached between her legs and guided his rock-hardness into her, while she left the V-string undies in place. She rose up and began to pump his flesh, slowly at first, and then deliberately took him deep into her. She let him slip almost all the way out, with the head right at her wet and dripping lips, and then she lowered back down to his hips.
She felt his hands as they moved back up her waist to massage her breasts in the cups. He kissed and licked the flesh above her breasts and she thought she would lose her mind. She leaned down and her silky soft hair brushed against his face, caressed him with the softest touch.
Logan looked down and watched the amazing sight as part of him literally disappeared inside of Marie. Her sheath, so warm and soft, wrapped around, engulfed him, and called him home. Slowly, she lowered herself, took him into her inch by inch. Both savored every sensation of the movement, every ridge as his cock slipped past her lips. Marie’s eyes closed, turned up towards the ceiling, lost in the moment. She leaned forward with all of her weight on his body, breasts pressed into his chest, nipples erect and excited. She placed her elbows over his shoulders, softly, in slow motion, their lips met, brushed each other… Logan’s tongue traced her lips, then her teeth and searched out her tongue. Softly their tongues danced and played, caressed each other, their mouths pressed full together. He felt her hips rotate slowly and steadily, ground into his, treasured the feeling of his rod stretching her as it filled her completely. She squeezed and relaxed around him, massaged him like well-trained fingers wrapped about him. His arms wrapped around Marie, pulled her tight against him, skin against skin.
He moved his hands slowly down her waist, felt her soft skin against his fingers, down to her hips. Logan held her firm ass in his hands and slowly, purposefully began to move his hips up and down into her, thrust more than anything else. She lifted her torso a little; her beautiful orbs right in his face now that he had pulled open the tie; his eyes glued to her bouncing bosom. Logan traced his tongue along the underside of her breasts hanging out of the small underwire bra and around her hard nipples, circled them, teased. He flicked his tongue across the hardened niblets, and then sucked them into his mouth.
Marie’s right hand reached down and felt his rod, all wet with her essence as it disappeared into her; then re-emerged, surged back inside. She played with his meat with her fingernails, and then she moved on to the gem between her legs. Her other hand played with her breasts, tweaked her nipples as she tried to present a beautiful picture for Logan’s memory to store.
They began to trust and thrust, each one’s hips met the other’s, harder and faster, building quickly. The intensity is greater than either have ever experienced. Soon they were fucking so hard and fast, pounded one another with perfect rhythm. Their hands massaged each one’s body everywhere. Wrapping his arms around Marie, Logan rolled her over onto her back, still deep inside her. He gripped her ass with his warm and large hands, lifted her hips off the carpet as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled him into her deeper. As he held Marie in the air, he thrust into her… Fuller, deeper, longer thrusts, slapped against her each time. Her lips were wrapped tightly around him, as if pulling him inside her. The two lovers rolled around on the carpet and continue to fuck each other senseless, alternating who's on top… Sometimes slowly, often hard and fast, always completely in tune with each other. They went at it for almost two more hours. At times Logan held himself back, but ultimately he gave Marie climax after climax. Finally, he could no longer hold back and unleashed another powerful orgasm into her. His warm soul filled her and then some. He collapsed on top of Marie, completely spent and satisfied, never happier than he was in that moment.
They held each other, caught their breaths, kissed and fondled one another. Marie’s body glowed from the fire and the beads of sweat… Logan didn't know if Marie had ever looked more beautiful, but he knew that her beauty was the woman inside, the woman that had his heart safely tucked away. He was always amazed and stunned at her sheer beauty, both inside and out. He realized that she was exactly what God had in mind when he created the perfect woman for him and he wondered how he ever got so lucky to spend even a moment with her.
“What is it, sugah?”
“I think Father Time’s gift to me was you… Because, baby we sure ushered in the New Year right,” Logan spoke.
“Do you remember that full moon? It was wonderful,” Marie sighed. “Ah was thinkin’, you remember ah sang to you that verse, Santa cutie, and fill mah stockin’ with a duplex, from Santa Baby. Ah didn’t think you’d actually do it, but then ah realized that ah filled mah own stockin’ with this place.”
“But I did try and you turned it down. However, I like your choice better. I still wanna make your life better than any dream you've ever had. You know how I feel toward you, whether I say it or not, know I do by my actions. I know how you love me. Our sex alone is great, but makin’ love with you is the greatest pleasure of all,” Logan softly said with one of his beautiful smiles.
“I love you too, sugah. By the way, would you be mad if I have to move the weddin’ date.”
“Why?”
“Because thought ‘bout gettin’ hitched on a Saturday. So, how about April 14th?”
“Fine, but you can make the announcement later.”
“Ok.
They lay together on the carpet in each other’s arms until the fire faded down to embers. Sometime during the night, as Marie was sound asleep, Logan scooped her up and carried her over to their bed. He tucked her in on her side of the bed and then climbed in with her. One thought crossed his mind as he lay there with her. They’d done it several times and no signs of a pregnancy had sprung up… He worried something might be wrong. A thankful prayer went to God for another day he’d been able to spend with her. He held her until he fell asleep, happy and content, hoped and prayed another day came.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
WELL Here it is my lovlies! The last chapter... I hope you enjoy it. I thought I should end with a bang... It will be the last one for a short while, as I need a break to write the first chapter and stuff.
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P.s. WARNING: Adult Sexual Content!!!
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P.s. WARNING: Adult Sexual Content!!!
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