You Know Me

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he prowled naked around her room. He moved with the fluid grace of a cat and had more muscles than any man had a right to. The first thing she noticed about him was that he wasn’t as hairy as she’d thought he’d be. While his arms and chest were thick with it, his back and legs were, for the most part, hairless. He was beautiful and he was coming straight at her. She met his gaze as he came closer and sank onto the edge of the bed and switched the bedside lamp off, putting the room in candle light. He pulled the sheet back and slid under it beside her.



Marie closed her eyes as he shifted closer and ran his hand up the length of her arm. “No closing those eyes, Darlin’. You’re gonna have to be here for this or it’s not gonna happen, cause if I can’t see your eyes I can’t tell what you’re feeling and I need to be able to do that.”



When she opened her eyes, Logan was smiling at her. “You don’t know what a comfort it is for me to see the same thing I’m feeling in your eyes when you look at me. I want you so badly I can’t stand it, but I’m scared shitless too.”



She grinned and nodded. “You’re right, sugah, I’m scared positively shitless. I know what I want, but it’s all foreign territory for me. I’ve never done anything even remotely like this. Closest I’ve ever come was some light petting when I was dating Bobby. There was always something lingering in the background between you and me though, so he and I never really did much.”



“I’d kill that little shit if he had. Lucky for me that little popsicle never had any imagination, cause Chuck would’ve had me put in that prison right along with Magneto when I killed him.”



“What do you mean, no imagination?”



“Darlin’, I’m so damned glad you got a hold on your powers, but lemme tell ya, if you’d have given me even the smallest hint that you were ready for something like this at any point from the time you were legal until now, those powers wouldn’t have slowed me up for even a second. I worked out about a dozen different ways for us to make love while I showered, thinking about you, or while I lay in bed at night with my dick hard enough to cut stone.”



“What ways?” Her curiosity was peaked.



“Well, that scarf of yours, for one. Silk. Wet it and it’s almost like there’s nothing there, put it against your skin and it would be almost the same as touching your skin. I would have had a body suit made to fit you out of silk, crotchless, and used a condom. Trust me, it would’ve worked like a charm.”



“I have a suit like that in my closet, two of them, actually.” She grinned as he ran his hand along the length of her spine.



“Really? We might have to give that a shot. It might be a good alternative for as sleepwear for you instead of that nightgown.”



“I’ve slept in it. It’s pretty comfortable.” She agreed, her breath hitching as Logan’s hand trailed over her backside and his fingers traced the valley between her cheeks, and continued on down the backs of her thighs until he reached the back of her knee, which he grasped and pulled on, until her knee rested on his hip.



“Then there was the idea I had for a sheet. Of course, the sheet wouldn’t be able to be used again, except for the purpose we found for it, cause I’d have to have cut a hole in it. And then that fantasy I had about the pool table, bending you over it and using a one of my blades to cut a hole just big enough in the crotch of your jeans. That one ended a couple of games of pool early.” He chuckled at the memory of having to leave to keep from having Scott or one of the kids notice that he was sporting wood. It hadn’t been funny at the time, but in retrospect he could find the humor in it.



Marie shivered at the thought of Logan bending her over the pool table in the rec room. “I guess you did have it worked out, didn’t you?”



“There’s more, Darlin’, but I think we’ll leave it for another time. I’m far more interested in what we’re doing now than I am in what went through my head when I couldn’t have you.”



“Logan…” She whispered as he ran his lips over the cords of her neck.



“Where’s the scarf, Marie?” He groaned as he bit gently upon her skin.



“On the table.” She gasped as shivers rent through her and goose bumps raise on her arms and legs.



He reached over her shoulder and grasped the slippery fabric from the table. “Put it on, Darlin’, please. Just this first time and I swear I’ll never ask you to wear it again if you don’t want.”



She wound the black silk around her neck and pulled her hair free, tucking the white strands behind her ears.



He trembled as he looked down at her and Marie felt a lump in her throat as tears pricked at her eyelids. She just couldn’t believe that Logan was here with her, touching her and looking at her with love so plain in his eyes.



“I can’t tell you how many times I imagined coming up behind you and pressing my face against that scarf where it wrapped around your neck and kissing you there, nipping at your skin, then trailing the end up to cover your mouth so that I could kiss you. This scarf has been used in so many ways to pleasure you in my imagination, Darlin’.”



“Logan, there's no more talkin’, remember? You said if I wanted something, all I had to do was ask. Well, I’m askin’. Make love to me, now.”



“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled as he pulled the sheet away and gazed down at the milky white expanse of her skin. “God, you’re beautiful.”



He kissed her gently, teasing her lips and slipping past her defenses until the only thing that exited in her world was him. He was all she could see, taste, smell, hear and feel. Her senses were flooded with Logan and it was wonderful.



He drew the scarf over her mouth and met her gaze with his own, burning the image that she would always associate with desire into her soul forever. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he smoothed the scarf across her lips and bent to taste her through the whisper soft fabric. Marie could have sworn that her heart her relocated to her womb as a her frantic heartbeat seemed to throb between her legs, beckoning for Logan, creating a pulsing emptiness that desperately needed filling. She could feel his tongue tracing the interior of her mouth, tangling with her own tongue, twisting the silk around every nook and every cranny of her mouth, tasting her through the fabric.



The silk trailed away from her mouth dragging down over her chest and covering her breast, the fabric wet from their mouths. Logan carefully fitted the silk to her skin, intent on memorizing every detail of how her nipple puckered and the silk clung, drawing it to every tiny wrinkle and bump of the erect nub. He blew gently on the fabric, cooling it and drawing a gasp from Marie as her nipple tightened to an impossible hardness. She’d never known her breasts could be so responsive. When he covered it with his mouth, drawing it deeply into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth she was certain she was about to cum.



He traced patterns on her skin with his fingertips and followed them with his tongue until he parted her thighs, startling her from the fog of sensation into which she’d sunk. Her knees clamped together instinctively. “I thought you wanted that kiss, Darlin’.” He grinned lazily from her belly, tugging the scarf from her neck and sliding it down her stomach. “Have you changed your mind?”

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