There's a fire burning (14/14)

Rating: NC-17

A/N: So, this is the final chapter! Hope you liked it! Let me know what you liked or disliked, you can send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com. Enjoy!

“I think I love you, Marie. Always have…” Logan fell silent after his confession.

Marie had to process his words. “Did Logan just tell me that he loves me? And always has?”

Logan? Wolverine?

“This is probably the part where I wake up”, she thought bitterly.

She turned around in Logan’s lap, facing him now. His eyes, ever so open yet uncertain at the same time, bore deep into hers. She felt a fuzzy and nervous sensation taking over her body.

“Did you just say what I thought I heard you say?” Marie asked him hesitant.

“I told you, don’t make me repeat it. You weren’t dreaming, I did tell you that stuff, yeah.”

“I love you too, Logan. Always have, and always will.” Marie didn’t care about sounding corny. She looked in his eyes; they seemed so vulnerable right now. She knew Logan didn’t bare his soul easy. Or give away his heart, for that matter. She was so grateful that he gave it to her!

However, she knew that the best way to react was by getting past this touchy subject and letting Logan do something he was good at. Great, as a matter of fact. So she made a suggestion, hoping he’d like it, “I believe I still owe you a shower?” She grinned naughty at Logan.

She got up from his lap, locked on to his stare and unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, slowly. Showing more skin with every button that opened up and revealing her cleavage, inch by inch, making him hungry for more.
She sensually slid the blouse of her shoulders but then hesitated for a moment, like a shy schoolgirl who was about to show herself to a man for the first time.

Though – unfortunately - that wasn’t far from the truth…she continued with the certainty of a femme fatale, encouraged by Logan’s devouring, mouldering stare onto her body.
Either she did the undressing or he would do it himself, judging by the sight of him practically undressing her with his eyes; which made Marie’s body glow with desire for him.

Finally she stood before him wearing only her bra, a mini skirt and her knee high black leather boots. (Not having to worry about her skin finally gave her the opportunity to dress more daring!)
She teased him by touching her breasts and cupping them in her hands. She let her fingers follow the lines of her bra, and then let them slip just underneath the cloth where she touched her nipples, which reacted immediately by getting hard and pointing provocatively at Logan.

Logan was fascinated by Marie’s seduction, and he was so glad she didn’t want to talk about their feelings. Ugh…

Right now his mind was on one thing only: seeing Marie naked. He enjoyed her striptease and felt a fire burning within him, consuming his insides. His hands were itching to touch her perfect skin, to squeeze her buttocks and drive his erection inside her young and tight wetness, but he wanted to wait. Just a little bit longer...

Marie’s hands were at her back, snapping open her bra. She held it pressed to her breasts a little longer, just for teasing. Logan looked so hungry at her, she was surprised he had this much control to stay put and just look at her. It gave her confidence to go on with her little performance, because she had felt a little insecure. “Am I turning him on? Am I beautiful enough?” were questions that kept her busy.
Judging by Logan’s hands, which were gripping the armrests so tight his knuckles were turning white, she thought she was doing alright…

She tossed away her bra in his direction; Logan caught it and inhaled her scent eagerly. “That’s so fucking arousing!” Marie swooned in her head, getting hotter and hotter by the second…

Logan flung the bra behind the chair and he watched Marie as she held her hands in front of her breasts. Her hands weren’t big enough to cover them up; her breasts were oozing out from under her hands in all directions.
She lowered her hands and trailed over her belly, making them follow the rim of her skirt. She put one hand under her skirt, sliding it between her skirt and her belly, and Logan watched it go down as it apparently touched her womanhood. She closed her eyes and sighed, Logan thoroughly enjoyed the sight of her hand moving up and down, apparently stroking herself.

He had trouble retaining himself; the fire inside of him was already consuming his brain. Thinking wasn’t an option anymore, just following his instincts.
His brain had been taken over by Marie’s smell. The scent of her sweetness, arousal and willing womanhood numbed his mind; it streamed through his veins like it was the blood pumping around which he desperately needed to keep him alive.

Marie watched as Logan lost his inner battle and got up from his chair to walk over to her. He stopped in front of her, looked her in the eye and then practically threw himself at her. His lips kissed hers hungrily, like he had never before tasted anything this good.
His hands roamed over her body, his thumbs slid over her nipples, hardening them again. Marie moaned. His hands trailed down her body, over her skirt; leaving scorched skin wherever they went. He reached the lower rim of her skirt and his hands slid under there, expecting to find her panties, probably so he could rip them off. She laughed to herself, she wasn’t wearing any...

Logan backed away from Marie and smirking naughty he raised his eyebrow,” You planned this all along, didn’t you, darlin’?”

Marie wanted to give Logan a clever response, but he didn’t await her answer. He pressed his lips on hers again, thrusting his tongue between those sweet, full lips and tasted her. He walked back to the chair holding Marie’s hands, all the while kissing her; hot and demanding. He bumped into the seat and that was his cue.

He broke off their kiss and looked at Marie. He lowered himself into the seat still holding on to Marie’s hands. He then let go of her hands and slid his own hands over her arms, down to her slim waist. He pulled her over his lap; still drowning in his own arousal as well as her scent and the depths of her eyes.

Marie moved closer to Logan willing to fulfil both their desires. Her hormones were raging through her like crazy. Logan’s hands were drawing her near by her waist, the hungry look in his eyes made her melt. She put one knee beside Logan’s leg and moved her other knee next to his other leg. She was still wearing her knee high boots as she sat down on his lap; with her bare womanhood resting on the denim she felt his hot erection poke through his jeans.

His hands started to wander from her waist up, and gave her skin goose bumps wherever they trailed. She reached out her own hands and cupped his face in them, pulling him near her own face. She kissed him gently, let her lips slide over his lips, making them tingle because of all the nerves that reacted. She brushed her lips over his side burns, over his cheeks, all over his face.

Logan’s lips needed to indulge in her sweetness, they needed to taste her. He wanted to devour her with every inch of his body. Craving he found her lips again, immediately letting his tongue take over and enjoy most of the tasting. Marie answered his passion by letting her tongue play a dazzling game with his.

Logan felt Marie’s hands trail over his shirt. She got hold of the two shirt halves and ripped them apart, causing every button on it to jump away.
He was taken by surprise and backed away startled but aroused beyond believe, causing his heart to pound so loud it nearly burst out of his chest. “Wow, darlin’! What’s gotten into you?”

Marie couldn’t help herself; she had to smile very wicked when she heard Logan’s reply and looked at the expression on his face. He had enjoyed her little action, judging by the heaving of his broad chest. She smiled even harder when she thought that this chest was hers, from now on…
His ever growing bulge pressing against her naked womanhood was another sign of his arousal. A sign that set her even more on fire, she felt her insides got more willing and craving for Logan by the second.

She slid his shirt of his shoulders, leaving him bare-chested. Taking in the view she let her hands trail over his chest as well as his muscled biceps and triceps; driving her further into arousal. Her hands slid down his abs, then over the thin line of hair that disappeared behind his jeans.

Her hands stopped at his buckle; she paused for a moment letting the reality of the moment sink in. Finally she got to unbuckle the smug Indian; she had had many a fantasy about trespassing the Indian’s domain. It was like entering a high-security prison and visiting one of its best protected inhabitants. It made her feel a little like doing something evil and forbidden everybody secretly longed to do.

Logan looked down at Marie’s hands unbuckling him and groaned with pleasure. Finally she was unbuckling the Indian; he’d fantasized about her little hands on his belt so many times he couldn’t believe it was actually true this time. He was more than ready for her; his erection was craving for relieve.
Marie unbuttoned him and pushed his jeans as far down over his hips as she could.
Logan willingly cooperated and lifted his butt from the chair, watching her hands push down his jeans, thus unleashing his erection from its denim prison. He caught Marie’s stare at his erection now roaming around free without any underwear to tame it.

She laughed wickedly, “You planned this all along, didn’t you, sugar?”

Marie still kneeled over his lap and tried to slide down his jeans completely. Logan watched her as she jerked on his jeans and grunted. She finally got the jeans over his knees, and then turned around to push them further down. Marie faced the jeans that hung around his ankles, stuck on his boots; when she felt Logan’s fingers trailing over the inside of her thigh.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed their scorching path but she tried to focus on what she was doing.
She lay down a little further, and pulled of his boots one by one. She threw them away and then pushed his jeans over his ankles, picking his feet up one by one and releasing them from the jeans surrounding them.

Logan was thoroughly enjoying his view. Marie was wriggling on his lap; her face was near his feet as she was freeing him of his jeans. Her knees were knelt on either side next to his lap; her black leather boots were surrounding his upper legs. Her butt was standing up and her skirt barely covered it up.
Logan led his fingers under her skirt, over her thighs, causing Marie to freeze for a second. He felt her jerk his boots off and watched her throw them away. She led his feet through his jeans and then she took off his socks. She paused for a moment.

Logan led his fingers up her thigh, till they touched her pubic hairs. His fingers trailed through her hairs, following the path they led, to her insides. He touched her insides, so wet and so willing it made him growl and long for her even more. He thrust his fingers inside her and Marie moaned, still laying face down on his ankles. Her most intimate scent fulfilled him and he eagerly inhaled it, driving him crazy.

Suddenly a flash of pain shot through Logan’s ankles. He growled loud and looked down at Marie. "She bit my fucking ankles!" he thought incredulous.

“Sorry, sugar. Just smothering my screaming a bit…” Marie drawled in her southern accent.

She turned her head to look at Logan’s shocked face and she couldn’t help herself again; she had to grin. Her southern accent was very present again; she caught herself doing that whenever she was aroused, or was in the process of seducing someone. Or to get what she wanted in other areas as well.

Logan couldn’t stay mad at her for long; he grinned back wickedly and looked hungry for some of that southern Belle.

Marie stuck out her hands to the floor and lifted her knees from both sides of the chair, in the mean time providing Logan with more view up her skirt. She got up and stood before him, staring at him provocative.
She looked up and down his body, starting at his face. His eyes looked dark with passion, his lips were full and red from arousal, and his chest was still heaving up and down, like he had just run a marathon. His abs were partly covered up by the hair that led down to his erection, surrounding it like a protective wall.

She put her knees on either side of Logan’s lap, still wearing her skirt; and surrounded him with her black boots. She felt her own heart racing like a maniac; her breasts were so eager for his touch, she grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts just like that. She moaned and let go of his hands, who were massaging her breasts now, making her head grow blurrier by the moment.

Logan was aroused even more by Marie’s demanding and controlling attitude. Her black, leather boots touching his upper legs were driving him crazy as well. He grabbed her breasts and couldn’t get enough of them, he had to taste them. He led his mouth to them and caressed them one by one with his tongue, licking, circling; getting closer and closer to her nipples.

When his lips had reached her nipple, his mouth enclosed it and sucked it, playing with it until it was hard again. Marie moaned and sighed harder and harder.
He let one hand be busy with her breasts, while his tongue joined in the game. He used his free hand to pull Marie nearer to him. He grabbed hold of his erection and had to let go of Marie’s breast to guide her womanhood over it.

She sat down slowly; his erection was nudging against her womanhood. He got hold of his erection and led it gently inside her, inch by inch. Marie groaned and made funny faces. He couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure.

Feeling her tight, wet and soft insides surrounding his erection felt so damn good...
“Ooooh, Marie! You feel so fucking great!”

Marie was experiencing some pain and she bit her lip to prevent her from screaming. Logan’s erection was coming deeper inside her; slowly and teasingly. She wanted to cry it out, it felt so good, so tight. Finally he was inside her with all of his length, when she felt his hands grabbing her buttocks tightly under her skirt.

Logan grinded his teeth and forced himself deeper in her with every thrust. And with every thrust Marie was loosing more senses, dwelling away further in ecstasy, feeling a climax rising inside of her. Washing over her gently at first, then intensifying.
Logan kept on thrusting and the feeling became clearer, leaving her in another world, taking her over completely. Then, she exploded; the feeling started in her womanhood, and spread all through her body.

She sort of whimpered, “Logan!” and her hands trailed over her body, squeezing her breasts, and pulling her nipples.

Logan thrust himself inside Marie, deeper, harder and faster. He groaned and kept on jerking Marie’s butt in the movement he desired from her. He felt her inside muscles contract around his erection and she screamed his name. She touched her breasts and pulled her nipples and Logan couldn’t stop himself when he saw that. He roughly kissed her nipples, bit them, gently at first, then more hungry. Marie screamed even louder and wilder.

Logan felt his climax beginning to build too, he was consumed by the burning, numbing feeling that started in his erection, then spread quickly through his loins and then through the rest of his body.
The feeling of pleasure intensified with each thrust until Logan had reached the ultimate feeling of bliss and screamed out, “Ooooh, yeah, Marie! I love you!”

He felt the feeling ripple away slowly, the shocking of his body became quiet again and he returned to earth again. He watched Marie who was watching him. He felt totally relaxed after all of his muscles tightened at first, and he sort of collapsed from the intensity of the orgasm. He breathed heavy, and tried to calm down his heart rate by lying down still.
He pulled Marie closer to him and held her tight. He felt intensely happy.

Marie smirked a little, she was glad Logan was holding her so tight; her head was resting on his shoulder. She didn’t want to make fun of him, but she couldn’t stop giggling.

He had said it again, only half an hour after he told her he would never say it again. Her grin would probably stay on her face for the rest of her life, but she didn’t care.
He loved her. Not once, not twice, but every time they had had sex…

She had to find a reason to justify her giggling, so she thought of the remark that had started this in the first place.

“Logan?” Marie lifted her head from his shoulder and backed away to look him in his eyes, her hand lying possessively on his gorgeous chest. “We still didn’t shower together…”

Logan raised his eyebrow at her giggling, but then he returned her wicked smirk.
His healing abilities were kicking in; as far as he was concerned they could continue this in the shower right now…

He scooped Marie up from his bed and carried her to the shower.

“Let’s finally shower together then, damned!”

The End