Fender Benders And Consequences

Logan continued his slow exploration of her mouth. Marie was kissing him back now, her smaller tongue tangling with his. His right hand was stroking her silky hair while his left was doing a slow rub of her back. Marie's hands were pressed against his chest. Perfectly still at first and then slowly she started exploring the planes and angles with curiosity. Her fingertips brushed over his nipples and 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, then continued the circular motion feeling the nipple harden into a tight bud. Logan broke the kiss and looked down at Marie. She looked up into his face with hooded eyes glazed with passion. He bent back down and started giving her feathery kisses on the lips. His hands went to the top button of her shirt and undid it. Marie looked down at what he was doing and then back up to his face. His hands paused.

"Don't stop," she told him.

He undid the remaining buttons and spread the shirt apart. She was wearing a plum colored bra that was so sheer he could see her nipples right through it. He peeled the shirt off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor, then his hands went to the button of her shorts. When she didn't protest, he popped the button open and pulled the zipper down. The shorts dropped in a puddle at her ankles and Marie casually stepped out of them and kicked them aside with one delicate foot. Logan found himself catching his breath. She was wearing sheer bikini panties in the same plum color as the bra. He just stood there silently for a moment taking in the beauty of the angel before him. He'd seen more than his fair share of naked women, but they all paled in comparison to the creature standing before him now.

"God, Marie." Was all he was able to choke out.

In a voice husky with passion Marie asked, "Do you want me?"

"Yes, God help me, yes," Logan choked.

She pressed against him and whispered softly against his chest, "Good, I want you, too."

He placed one hand under her knees and swung her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. He carried her out of the kitchen, through the living room and down the hall to the master bedroom.

He kissed her softly as he lowered her down gently onto the large bed and then lay down next to her.

"Foreplay is my favorite part of lovemaking," Logan whispered in her ear.

Marie shuddered with anticipation. Every nerve ending was raw and she trembled slightly.

He started conducting a gentle exploration of her body with just his fingertips.

With a soft moan, Marie closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations his touch was causing. She reached up her right hand to his magnificent chest and gently massaged it with her fingertips, while her left hand did a slow rub of the muscles of his upper right arm. Logan let out a soft growl.

He leaned down and kissed her throat at the pulse point, so Marie tipped her head back slightly to give him better access. His hands went up to her bra straps, slid them off her shoulders and then he reached around the back to undo the bra.

Marie stifled a giggle. "It fastens in the front."

His hands returned to the front and found the clasp nestled between her breasts and with a snap it was undone. He dragged his lips away from her neck and sat up to watch himself spread the bra apart - slowly, brushing his hands over the aroused nipples as the fabric parted. Marie lifted off the bed enough for him to finish peeling it off her body and he threw it over his shoulder onto the floor. He then gently massaged her breasts while Marie ran her hands up and down his arms. Next Logan bent his head down and lightly kissed first one breast and then the other.

Marie moaned, "Oh God, Logan - that feels so good."

He pulled the bud of one nipple into his mouth and sucked gently while his thumb ran lazy circles over the other. After a while he switched - giving equal time to the other breast.

Marie trailed her hand down his rock hard stomach following the trail of hair to where it entered the waistband of his boxers. She brushed a hand over the front of the silky material until she came to his cock and ran her hand up and down the outline of his erection.

Marie let out a gasp. Logan was, what is referred to as 'blessed'. No size issues for him.

Marie slipped her hand under the waistband and moved it down until she touched the bare skin of his cock. It was so hot to the touch. She caressed it lovingly, stroking it gently and it was Logan's turn to let out a moan.

She removed her hand long enough to use both her hands to pull the boxers completely off, and with a toss they joined her bra on the floor. Marie returned her attention back to his throbbing cock.

Logan meanwhile was moving his hand down her stomach and onto the little sheer patch of fabric between her legs, which he discovered was wet. Logan smiled to himself then slipped a finger under the fabric and ran it over her mound. He felt Marie shudder slightly. He leaned down and kissed her through the fabric and then hooking his fingertips onto either side of the flimsy material he slowly peeled the panties down. They joined the heap on the floor.

Logan 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, then ran his tongue slowly over the outer lips of her labia, flicking his tongue over her clit. Marie raised her hips off the bed moaning and whimpering as Logan continued his oral assault on her while she writhed frantically beneath him.

"Yes, yes, yes." She was drowning in sensation. "Oh, my God. Don't - ever - stop."

Logan could tell she was close to climaxing so he increased the pressure of his tongue. His thumb rubbed her clit increasing the pleasure ten-fold.

Moments later Marie screamed out his name as she fell over the edge into a searing orgasm. She slowly came down and all she could shakily manage was, "Wow."

Logan kissed his way up her body and up onto her neck until his mouth was by her ear.

"You taste delicious," he whispered softly

Marie whimpered.

"Now it's your turn."

Logan wasn't expecting her to return the favor. So he looked at her with a quizzical expression and cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Are you sure? You don't have to." {Can't believe I'm offering to turn down a blow-job.}

"I'm sure."

She pushed Logan onto his back. He placed both hands under his head, tipped his head back and smiled.

She started on his chest, dropping feathery kisses all over it. She slowly moved down his body repeating the same trail as earlier, except this time with her mouth instead of her hand. Not hesitating when she got to his cock, she gave the tip a quick lick. The skin was so smooth and warm. Marie then swirled her tongue in slow circles around the head. She opened her mouth and took him inside and sucked gently.

Logan let out a low growl of pleasure.

He was surprised that she seemed to know what she was doing. {What are they teaching in Sex-Ed these days?} Not that he was complaining, mind you. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the sensations she was causing.

Marie ran her tongue up and down his shaft, giving little sucker kisses every now and then. She stopped suddenly and Logan's eyes snapped open.

"Why'd you stop?" he choked out

"Am I doing it right?" Marie inquired innocently

"God, baby, you sure are. I'm afraid to ask how you know how."

"Jubes, my friend, had us practice on bananas."

Logan couldn't suppress the laughter in his throat

"Your friend Jubes sounds like a pistol. Remind me to thank her."

Marie blushed down her entire body. "I can't believe I told you that."

"Honey, I'm happy that you practiced on fruit rather than some other guy. Of course, I'll never be able to look at bananas the same way again."

Marie swatted his arm. "Don't tease."

"Sorry, darling."

"Do you want me to do it some more?"

"Absolutely."

Marie slid down the bed and resumed her attentions to his beautiful cock.

Logan concentrated on what Marie was doing and tried not to think about bananas. Pretty soon he forgot all about fruit as he neared his own climax.

Not wanting to come inside her mouth the first time, he pushed Marie off him just in time as he erupted with a jolt.

"Sorry, I didn't want to come in your mouth."

"Oh." Marie didn't know whether to thank him or not. She had a lot to learn about sex etiquette.

Logan sensing that she was embarrassed, tried to get her to refocus. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her passionately.

It worked because Marie returned the kisses with equal passion.

He lowered her back down onto the bed so that he was above her and they kissed and explored until they both felt Logan's cock harden again.

"I want you inside me."

"Are you sure, Marie? We don't have to go that far today. I don't want to push you into doing something you're not ready for."

"Logan, I want this. I want you - now. I don't want to wait anymore. I want you to be the first."

"It might hurt a little, baby. I promise I'll try to be as gentle as possible."

"I trust you."

He pushed her knees apart and positioned himself between her legs, then guided the tip of his cock to her entrance and eased the head in gently. He slowly eased in a little further watching her eyes for signs of pain, but all he saw was passion and desire.

"I'm ok," she said to reassure him.

His hands lifted her bottom off the bed and he slid the rest of the way in.

He gave her a few moments to adjust to having him inside her before he started a slow rhythmic thrusting and was pleasantly surprised when she began matching his thrusts. She was a fast learner.

They moved in perfect unison and climaxed together, each screaming the other's name.

Logan realized that while he had done more than his share of fucking over the years, this was truly making love. To be with someone you cared about. Someone you wanted to wake up next to.

They lay wrapped in each other's arms, legs entwined, neither one wanting to break the spell. Marie drifted off to sleep with her head on his chest. Logan lay quietly listening to the rhythm of her breathing and feeling happier than he'd felt in a long time.

It then dawned on Logan that he hadn't worn a condom. Jean had been on the Pill, so they hadn't bothered with condoms. Due to his rather 'active' lifestyle prior to Jean, he'd made sure to always wear one and have an HIV test every six months. He knew he was healthy, so that wasn't an issue. But what about the birth control issue? He was pretty sure she wasn't on the pill, not too many virgins were. How could he have endangered her like this? Then he reasoned to himself. He'd read somewhere about the narrow window of time in which conception is really possible, so his odds of hitting that window were probably slim to none. It would be a terrible cliché if she got pregnant the first time she had sex. Everyone knew that only happened in really bad movies, which made he feel a little better. They would buy some condoms and be more careful. He was sure they were going to be ok. No, it would be fine. It couldn't happen, it just couldn't.

Little did he know that at that very moment, the forces of natures were conspiring against them to prove him wrong.