Chapter #16 Reunion, pt. 4
July 24th, 2004
Westchester, NY
About 45 minutes after Sean & the children have left…
Her hands were aching with how hard she gripped the aluminum bucket, cradling it close to her body. All the way back from the kitchen to her upstairs loft, Ororo felt her knees wobble just a little, remembering the meaningful look Logan had given her just before she left the room a few minutes prior.
“We don’t have to do this…” she’d cautioned him, standing in his warm embrace against the back of her bedroom’s door.
Logan kissed her neck, nibbling that special area he’d discovered was a particular sweet spot before he looked up at her, his eyes already telling her what he soon said out loud. “I know…”
She filled in the blank left there as he laid sweet kisses against her cheeks, her lips, her collarbone. His hands were everywhere, exploring her body as if he were afraid of forgetting the smallest detail. When she hugged him close, leaning against the cooler wood of the door, she could feel the bulge straining against his jeans, and the thought of it made her ache. Swallowing hard, she could feel her cheeks burn in embarrassment at how much she wanted him…
“I’ll be waitin’…” He had promised, kissing her hand before she slid out of the door, on her journey downstairs.
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Blinking rapidly, Ororo realized she was back, standing outside of her room, her heart pounding furiously. She couldn’t remember being this nervous in all he life.
Slowly she turned the doorknob, still clutching the ice bucket full of wet cubes. She barely got past the threshold, pausing at the sight before her.
…If I tell youIf I tell you how I feel
Will you keep bringing out the best in me
Just as she’d come in, Logan was in the process of taking his shirt off, shrugging out of the light cotton material in one fluid motion, his back to her, exposing sinewy muscle tissue just beneath his tanned skin. As he turned to see her, he lifted one hand to run through his damp, wild hair; he couldn’t have imagined the enticing picture he presented, turned slightly to her, his tight abs barely hidden by a dark ‘happy trail’, his hard pectorals reminding her of the night she’d spent cushioned against them in an embrace on his couch.
You give me, you're giving me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me
Logan reached out and took the chilled bucket from her hand, setting it down on the nearby vanity’s top. She could barely stand to meet the gaze he was giving her, adverting her eyes momentarily. He lifted her chin, turning her face to capture full lips with his, tasting her eagerly. “Come here…”
She held on to his belt loops, tugging his pelvis closer as Logan swiftly worked on the pearl buttons of her silk shirt. It was so hot he nearly had to peel it off of her skin, letting it drop to the floor, forgotten. His mouth on her skin distracted Ororo as he reached behind her, unzipping the flowing skirt. Before she realized it, the soft material was sliding down her hips and legs, resting in a crushed circle with her shirt.
Openly he appraised her beauty like she was a piece of fine art. One hand curved around her waist while the other reached up to caress the swell of cleavage restrained by her cotton and lace bra. His tempered grey eyes watched her response, and a grin touched his lips when her eyes fluttered and her lips parted just barely. She watched his hand and his eyes alternately, her breaths escaping in deep rushes of air.
And it never felt like this before
There'a a quiet storm
I think it's youThere'a a quiet storm
And I never felt this hot before
Giving me something that's taboo…
Crushing her perspiring body close, he held his nose close to her hair, loving the scent, as he reached up, pulling the straps of her bra down her shoulders. Instinctively she raised her hands, but instead of covering herself she held onto his neck as Logan’s head bent down and forward. He nuzzled her breasts first before his hot breath whispered against one perfect Hershey kiss.
Chocolate melted in his mouth as Logan’s tongue swirled around the tip of her breast in a delicate touch that made her knees even weaker. His powerful arms were enough to keep her upright as he continued to hold her. Ororo’s head fell back, her eyes closed as a tense moan finally escaped trembling lips.
Raising his head, Logan kissed her lips again, this time with a sense of urgency that was new to both of them. Ororo met his fever with her own, her hands working at the 4-button fly of his jeans. Before she could get the last one, he stopped her hands, shaking his head. “Uh-uh.”
Sweeping her off her feet, Logan turned to the bed, kissing her quickly before resting her against the full pillows. He was only a second in retrieving the ice bucket, setting it on the bed with them as he crawled onto it, kneeling before her. All she could focus on was the impressive bulge winking at her, teasing her even more than his refusal to allow her to see it.
Quickly removing her bra, Logan tossed it behind him in some vague attempt to match the location of the rest of her clothes, before he leaned over, kissing her cheek with an innocence that made her smile.
Reaching over, he pulled the band holding her hair, the long tendrils falling out of the rubber circle as he did so, falling back against her shoulder and over the bed. Pausing, he settled back on his ankles, watching her with a tenderness not often seen on his face. “Damn, Ro.”
She smiled in silent gratitude to his compliment, and lifted her hand out to him, nodding just once. He took her fingers in his, kissing her palm, her wrist and up to the elbow. Reaching for an ice cube, he rolled it around his mouth for a few seconds before continuing his now cool kisses up her arm, to her shoulder and dragging a cold but arousing trail over her collarbone and up the side of her neck.
Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed.Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Whatever colors you have in your mind.
I'll show the m to you and you'll see them shine.
She was fairly distracted by his kisses, and so when he drew a slightly melting but nonetheless cold ice cube up the same trail he’d just made with his mouth, Ororo jumped in surprise, turning her attention.
Logan chuckled, allowing her to pull his hand up, holding the ice. Smiling, she turned his wrist, reaching out to suck on the quickly melting cube from his fingers. Taking it into her mouth, Ororo bit down on it hard, breaking the ice up before she pulled Logan close, kissing his neck.
Stay lady stay, stay with your man awhile.
Until the break of day, let me see you make 'em smile.
Grunting to stifle a moan, Logan leaned up, wrapping his left hand underneath her knees and pulling her body down onto the bed. With one of her knees still up, he traced another piece of ice from her calf to her flat stomach, alternating kisses in the ice’s wake to keep the water from running down onto the sheets.
The alternating warm and cold sensations sent chills of delight up and down her body, and Ororo squirmed uneasily beneath his attentions, her hands clutching the empty space just above the mattress.
When he saw her head fall back, Logan dragged the ice chip in light, wet circles over her stomach, watching the heat of her beautiful body quickly dissolve the cube into watery ripples and perfect, shimmering droplets of light. Smoothing the now warmed water into her skin by massaging up and down her body, Logan could barely stand the heightened sense of arousal he was fighting, watching her body undulate beneath his hand.
Your clothes are dirty but your hands are clean.And I'm the best thing that you've ever seen.
(Stay lady stay, stay with your man awhile.)
Why wait any longer for the world to begin?
You can have your cake and eat it too.
(Why wait any longer for the one you love?
I am standin' in front of you.)
His hands came down one long, gracefully toned leg until he held her delicate foot by the heel. Ororo watched him in anticipation, as Logan slowly reached for the next ice cube, and slowly dragged it along the underside of her foot, from heel to toe, and then quickly angled his head to catch the dripping water, following the ice’s trail again with his tongue. When he got to her finely manicured toes, he took his time, sucking each in its fair turn. His darkened grey eyes watched her building reaction, as Ororo fairly squirmed beneath him, moaning even as she smiled.
Stay lady stay, stay with your man awhile.
Purposefully, his hot tongue and soft lips moved up her trembling leg, resting her calf over his shoulder as he came up the inside of her thigh, the wet sounds of his kisses punctuating his movements. Laying on his stomach, Logan settled between her legs, his cheek resting against the slightly damp cotton of her panties as he paused, listening to the deep panting above him. He smiled when she moaned a protest at his hesitation, and slid the crotch of her underwear aside, gently massaging her cloud-covered lips with his fingers before his dangerous, hot tongue moved in to lap the slick wetness he’d created.
“Angaa Saada…”* She breathed in surprise, unaware that she was even speaking, let alone in Swahili.
There was a deep, knowing chuckle below her…
Running his moist fingers up and down over the small patch of soft white curls, Logan’s other hand expertly navigated her slinky little blue v-string down her thighs, and she lifted her bottom from the bed just barely so he could pull them down her legs, discarding the flimsy undergarment as her last barrier between them.
His eyes raked over her, and he licked his lips, smiling and showing a bright glint of his canines. Her statuesque form lay slightly elevated on two remaining pillows, her hair resting over one shoulder and onto the bed, swirling out around her shapely hips. Perky but full breasts rose and fell in time with her breath, above a smooth, tapered waistline that led to a pair of the longest legs he’d ever seen. Sucking on another piece of ice, Logan watched her, and realized he could not have imagined her more perfect than this.
You long to see me in the morning light.You long to reach for me in the night.
Sitting up on his knees, Logan finally allowed her to come to him, plucking the last button of his fly. Her hands didn’t have to search at all, as the fullness of his erection lay barely sheathed between the flap of the open buttons. It was her turn to do some exploring, and Ororo took her time, fingernails lightly tracing over his skin as she kneeled close enough to touch him. Holding the back of his head she gazed into his eyes, while her other hand pulled on his pants’ waist before she tugged down his tight jeans, the midnight dyed material finally laying bunched at his knees on the bed.
She couldn’t help the soft smile, openly admiring the impressive length and pulsating girth of evidence of his want of her.
Shimmying out of his pants and moving forward, he found himself pressed against her hot naked body, his mouth moving over hers with a deliberate slowness to break the spell of time.
His cock jumped with each breathy moan from her, snuggled between their two bodies and pressed against their bellies. Her voice came out just a little louder when he grabbed her ass, massaging the plump skin as they embraced fiercely.
(Stay lady stay, stay while the night is still ahead.)So maybe I'll stay, stay while the night is still ahead.
(Stay lady stay, stay while the night is still ahead.)
So maybe I'll stay…
In the stifling heat of the upstairs room he laid her back against the now cooled pillows, and after a brief kiss, moved a little to reach the nightstand where his keys & wallet were. She smiled, realizing he’d thankfully come well prepared, and laughed softly when he tore the condom’s package open with his teeth.
“Here…” she took it from him, reaching down to seductively stroke it onto his throbbing hard penis. Unable to help himself, Logan grimaced with the pain of his too-long-held hard-on, but still loved every moment of it.
After she was done, he began petting her again, kissing any part of her supple flesh he could get his lips on, reaching hungrily for his new favorite spot”her breasts.
Ororo pulled him over her, resting on the pillows, enjoying his attention, barely able to wait much longer. Wordlessly, she lifted one leg, curling it around his back and pressing on him.
Taking the hint, Logan wrapped a hand under her ass, lifted just a little, and relied on his dick to lead the way.
The all-too feminine yelp that escaped her at his first plunge did something to the animal in him, and Logan buried his face deep in the soft spot of her neck, a deep, almost surprised moan rumbling from him as he marveled at how sweet, hot and tight she was.
Her nails scraped against his back with each thrust, but the pain only made him hornier. Logan shook his head to himself, shocked at the quickly building orgasm deep in his gut and tickling the head of his cock. Never stopping his rhythm in and out of her wet vagina, he focused on mentally naming every NASCAR driver he could remember…By number…In descending order.
After several moments he looked down after hearing her moan, seeing a plea in her eyes.
He moved his face just over hers, their lips almost touching, nose to nose.
“Deeper.” Was all she could manage, gently biting on his lower lip. She could tell he was still holding back, and more than anything right then, she wanted all of him. Every hot, veined, throbbing inch of him.
Holding his breath, Logan reared back, and then surged forward, his wrists cradling her head beneath him. Her arms wound tightly around his neck, initially Ororo’s voice could not be found, but her lips parted widely in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her eventual moans were like music to his ears, as each thrust stroked that sweet tender Spot that girls aren’t supposed to talk about and every guy wants to be best friends with.
“Jesus, Ro…” His voice was strained, and his words cut short by the wind picking up around them, blowing into the opened windows of the loft and rattling anything loose around the room. Shadows shifted and lengthened dramatically, and thunder rolled seemingly just overhead.
The climate shift went unnoticed by the Dancers upstairs, as moans and sighs heightened in intensity, and the bed’s frame shook and creaked under the pressure.
Logan’s fingers tightened around a fistful of silky white hair, his cheek pressed so close to hers, their bodies wet and glistening in the afternoon light as it came through cloud and shadow.
“Logan..!” Was all she could get out, in a higher octave than usual, and when he felt a moist tightness around his cock, he looked into her eyes.
And let go.
Blue eyes clouded white, and lightning touched the sky and rode through their joined bodies, intensifying the climax like none he’d ever had.
(Stay lady stay, stay while the night is still ahead.)
So maybe I'll stay
…stay while the night is still ahead.
As the winds died, and the thunder rolled away, Logan’s body lay poised over her, trembling from the experience. His throat was raw (he didn’t know why), and there was a slight ringing in his ears. His blood was still pumping furiously all over his body, and with a slight shutter he brought his lips very close to her ear as his warm breath tickled her skin.
“Hidaya.”**
He read the surprise in her eyes, but didn’t respond immediately, moving sweat-soaked tendrils of white hair from her forehead and out of her sight, to fix her with his gaze.
“…Hidaya Ororo.”
TBC…
(*) Bright Lady (Translated from Swahili)
(**) Beautiful (Translated from Swahili)
