Fic: The Main Event - Chapter Eight
Logan continued his slow exploration of her mouth and Marie was kissing him back now, her smaller tongue stroking his. His right hand was threaded through her silky hair while his left was doing a slow rub of her back. Her hands were pressed against his chest, perfectly still at first and then slowly she started exploring the planes and angles with curiosity as Logan felt himself harden. He slowly eased his left hand around to the front of her body and up until he brushed the bottom her breast. He rubbed his thumb in circles until he reached her nipple and continued the circular motion feeling the nipple harden into a tight bud. He broke the kiss and looked down at her - she looked back at him with hooded brown eyes glazed with desire. He bent back down and started giving her feathery kisses on her lips, while his hands went to the top button of her shirt and undid it. She looked down at what he was doing, then back up to his face and his hands paused.
"Don't stop," she told him.
He undid the remaining buttons and spread the shirt apart to reveal a pair of black lace panties and perfect braless breasts. He peeled the shirt off and tossed it onto the floor then paused for a moment, silently taking in the view.
"God, Marie." Was all he was able to choke out.
In a voice husky with passion she asked, "Do you want me?"
"Yes. God help me, yes."
She pressed against him and whispered softly against his chest, "Good, because I want you, too."
Again, Logan kissed her softly. He stripped off his t-shirt and even though she’d seen him bare-chested many times, she still caught her breath at the magnificent sight of his broad hairy chest. She shuddered with anticipation; every nerve ending was achingly raw.
He started conducting a gentle exploration of her body with just the pads of his fingers. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations of his caressing touch. She reached up with her right hand to his chest and gently massaged it with her fingertips, while her left hand did a slow rub of the solid muscles of his upper right arm. Logan let out a soft moan then leaned down and kissed her throat at the pulse point as Marie tipped her head back slightly to give him better access.
His hands moved up her ribcage and he began to gently massage her breasts while she ran her hands up and down his muscular arms. Next he bent his head down and lightly kissed first one breast and then the other.
Marie moaned, "Oh, God - that feels so good."
He pulled the bud of one rosy nipple into his mouth and sucked gently while his thumb ran lazy circles over the other one. After a while he switched - giving equal time to the other nipple.
Marie trailed her hand down his washboard stomach following the path of hair to where it disappeared into his boxers and then brushed her hand over the front of the cotton fabric until she came to his cock. She ran her hand up and down the outline of his erection and let out a delighted gasp.
She gingerly slipped her hand under the waistband of the boxers and moved it down until she touched the bare skin of his cock. It was so warm to the touch. She caressed it lovingly, stroking it gently and he let out another low moan. She removed her hand long enough to use both her hands to push the boxers off completely; with a toss they joined her shirt on the floor and she returned her attention back to his cock.
Logan meanwhile was moving his hand down her stomach and onto the little patch of material between her legs. He smiled when he discovered the fabric was damp. He slipped a finger under the lace and ran it over her mound and felt her shudder slightly. He shifted down and kissed her through the fabric and then hooking his fingers onto either side of the flimsy material he slowly peeled the panties down and they joined the little heap littering the floor.
Next he started a slow massage of her inner thighs working his fingers in circles gradually moving his hands upwards. He pushed her thighs apart gently and bent his head down to taste her, running his tongue slowly over the outer lips of her labia and then over her clit. Marie raised her hips off the bed moaning and whimpering as he continued his oral assault on her while she wriggled frantically beneath him.
"Yes, yes, yes." She was drowning in sensation. "Oh, my God. Don't … ever … stop."
He continued to lick at her slowly and deliberately until she went over the edge in a searing orgasm.
She slowly came down and still vibrating, simply panted, "Wow."
Logan slowly kissed his way up her body and up onto her neck until his mouth was by her ear.
"You taste fantastic," he whispered softly.
Marie just whimpered.
"Now it's your turn," she told him.
She pushed him onto his back. He placed both hands under his head and grinned at her naughtily.
She started on his fabulous chest, dropping feathery kisses all over it and then languishingly moved down his body. Not hesitating when she got to his cock, she gave the tip a quick lick. She then swirled her tongue in slow circles around the head before opening her mouth and taking him inside and sucking gently as he released a low hiss of pleasure. He was tempted to thrust up into mouth, but wanting the sensation to last, he allowed her to set the rhythm. She licked and sucked at him until he thought he’d explode. When she took him all the way down her throat, he finally gave up his hanging-by-a-thread control and spilled himself in a burst of warm liquid, which she politely swallowed.
“Damn, that felt good,” he finally managed to get out.
Logan shifted so that he was now over Marie. He pushed her legs apart and reached down to maneuver himself until the head of his cock was at her entrance. Holding onto her hips, he entered her slowly. She wrapped her legs around him and he slipped in a little further. His mouth sought hers as his cock drove into her with another thrust. Marie raised her hips as he sunk in to the hilt; the sensation of being filled completely was incredible. Their mouths were fused in a heated embrace as he slowly started to move, creating a deliberate, but steady thrusting motion, maneuvering so that with every lunge his cock was sending ripples of pleasure through her as she quivered and moaned. He increased the pace of his thrusts the more she writhed beneath him.
“Oh God. Oh God,” she cried as she moved about.
“Oh yeah, that feels good,” Logan panted as he pistoned into her with frantic urgency.
“Yes, so good,” she whimpered in agreement.
He increased the tempo of his thrusts while making little gutteral noises low in his throat. Marie pressed kisses to his neck as he strained above her. She then kissed along his jawline and up onto his face, capturing his mouth for a ravenous kiss. Logan was without a doubt a first-rate kisser and Marie’s senses went into overdrive as they licked at each other passionately.
She felt the orgasm build and clasped her legs around him even tighter as Logan, near the edge himself, rocked into her harder. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy surged through her as they moved together so perfectly. Crying out his name as she fell over the edge, he exploded in his own climax only mere seconds later. They collapsed against each other, drenched in sweat and panting.
“Oh my God, that was incredible,” she proclaimed.
“Yeah, that was pretty amazing,” Logan concurred as he drew her against him and nuzzled her neck.
Wrapped in each other’s arms they fell asleep in the warm glow of the fire.
~*~*~*
When Logan woke up the next morning, the cabin was noticeably colder - and emptier. Marie was not in the space next to him, or anywhere in the room.
He was just swinging his legs over the side of the bed and reaching for his discarded boxers when the front door opened and she came in carrying a tray.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” she addressed him as she closed the door behind her.
“Thought you’d Coyote Uglied me,” he replied as he stood up to put his underwear on and then scrubbed a hand over his face and through his hair.
“What?” she asked, having never heard that particular expression.
“Not sure of the exact definition,” Logan started to explain as he dropped back down onto the bed, “but it’s something to do with being sorry you had sex with someone and chewing off your arm to escape from them while they slept.”
Marie just laughed. “Still got both arms,” she noted as she sat down next to him and put the tray between them. It contained two cups of coffee and a plate of toast. She offered him a triangle of toast. “Hope you like orange marmalade.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” he said as he took the toast from her and inhaled it in two bites.
There was a moment of awkward silence. Marie took one of the cups and sipped at her coffee.
“About last night,” Logan said as he reached for the other cup.
“Oh,” was all Marie could offer - suddenly feeling more vulnerable and exposed than when she’d been naked and writhing beneath him. She wasn’t sure what he was about to say - or even what she wanted to hear.
“When we’re apartment hunting, let’s make sure we look at places that are pet friendly because I’d really like to get a puppy.”
Okay - that was not what she was expecting.
“Excuse me,” she said - still mystified.
“Our place,” he said.
“Our place?” she repeated, but as a question - not a statement.
“Well … I thought after … you know,” he said with a nod of his head to the tangle of sheets.
Apparently Logan was the one making assumptions, which perplexed her.
“Oh,” she said - at a loss for words.
A look came over Logan’s face as he suddenly realized that they weren’t on the same page.
“Guess you did Coyote Ugly me after all,” he said despondently.
“No … I just …” Marie started to stammer - but the right words were failing her.
While she didn’t want to be relegated to the status of fight groupie - screwed and discarded, she wasn’t exactly prepared to be permanently marked either.
“I suppose next you’ll be telling me I still owe you all that money.”
This time it was Marie’s turn to be tactless as she blurted out, “That just cost me $250,000 - are you kidding?”
Logan stood up sharply and said, “I’ll win that damn fight and get you you’re fucking money - and then we never have to see each other again!” And then he stormed across the room, went into the bathroom and slammed the door. In a burst of tears, Marie fled from the cabin.