Delicious Torment

**NOTE: Please rate and review...good or bad. I can only get better that way. This has been posted before, but I took it down to re-write it. I hope you enjoy.

Logan slipped his leather jacket on as he started down the stairs. Several of the students giggling as they ran past him. The Professor had given them permission to go to a Christmas party tonight and everyone was running around in their excitement.

He hated this time of year.

"Merry Christmas," they all said in unison as they reached the bottom of the stairs. He groaned his reply as they rounded the corner.

The mansion had really transformed under the supervision of Kitty, Ororo and Jubilee.

Jubilee.

He sighed heavily at his thought of her. He stopped at the mirrored table in the foyer and looked at himself. He had let himself go as far as grooming. Oh, he was clean, but his hair had gotten long and he needed a good shave.

He heard a familiar laugh and footsteps coming in his direction. He hurriedly looked around the table top to find something to look at when he spotted the stack of mail. He picked the stack up and pretended to be looking through it just as Rogue came around the corner.

She stopped short, spotting him, and nearly dropped the boxes she was carrying. "What'cha up to, sugah," she drawled. She had a slight smile on her lips.

That smile did things to his groin to make any flag pole jealous. She also knew it. He threw the pile of mail back on the table and faced her. "Leaving," he replied.

"Where ya goin'," she asked.

He just grunted a reply and shrugged his shoulders. "Need some comp'ny?" He shook his head 'No' to answer her question, smiling at her. She had been a midnight companion on many an occasion. Her and Gambit both.

"What would Gumbo think about me dipping in his honey pot?"

That made her laugh out loud. "We've both missed you, Logan," she replied seriously. His smile turned sad. He walked to her and kissed her on the cheek before turning and walking out the front door.

Rogue stood there until she heard his motor cycle start and rumble off into the distance.

"What's up, Rogue?" She jumped at the familiar voice, not expecting it.

"Nothin', sugah," she replied, then, "Let's get these decorations to the living room so we can finish that tree." With that said, she handed one of the boxes she was carrying to the one person occupying Logan's thoughts -- Jubilee.

She watched the younger woman as she walked in front of her. The expression on her face showed the realization of the thought she had just had. It was almost an epiphany. 'So that's what's wrong with him,' she thought. She giggled and Jubilee turned and glanced at her with a puzzled look on her face.

Rogue just shrugged her shoulders and smiled with all the southern charm she could muster.

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Logan let the cold December air blow through him. No matter how cold his body got, it didn't do anything to ease the discomfort he was feeling.

'What troubles you, Wolverine,' came the familiar voice of the Professor in his mind.

'I told you about invadin' my mind, Chuck. I don't like it,' Logan yelled at him in his thoughts. His anger spurned him into going faster. Charles backed off, but kept Logan close in his thoughts.

Logan hated when the Professor did that. He knew Chuck meant well, but he hated it none-the-less.

He drove down the dark highway, his night-vision making it easy for him to see. He often drove without the headlight, letting his senses guide him. That's how he kept from getting soft -- losing his abilities. He had no idea how long he had been driving when he came upon a bar in the middle of nowhere. He pulled his bike over and, getting off, went in.

The bar tender, a big, burly man, reached him as he sat at the bar. "What'll it be," he asked in a voice as deep as he was big.

"Beer," came the smaller man's reply.

The noises in the bar were the usual one would expect. TV over the bar giving a news report on the weather, people talking and drinking. Billiards at the other end being played. Logan scanned the room and, spotting a table in a secluded, darkened corner, he took his beer and moved to the table. He sat with his back to the wall, facing the room and door.

As the hours passed, each beer he nursed did nothing to erase her from his thoughts. The longer he denied himself and the longer he stayed away from her, his thoughts, his fantasies, got more and more vivid. He'd gone from imagining her naked to what it would feel like as he thrust into her warm body. He even imagined what her face would look like as her orgasm moved through her body.

A woman had walked up to his table -- the third one tonight -- and he growled as he got up and, throwing money down on the bar as he walked by, he left the bar. He stood outside breathing deeply, hoping the almost frigid air would clear his mind. He walked to his bike and, getting on, he left the bar behind.

He pulled into the drive at the mansion and as he got closer he noticed how dark everything was. Then all the Christmas lights came on. Chuck hadn't wanted everything so elaborate, but Jubilee had insisted.

"If it's gonna be done, it's gonna be done right," she had told the Professor.

Logan looked around and smiled with pride. She had grown to be a fine young woman with creative talents. 'Makes me wonder what other kind of talents you've got, Jubilee.' The thought made his smile fade and he growled in frustration. He checked his watch. It was only 8:30. Still early. It was a Friday and Chuck didn't have an early curfew for the students. He should have the mansion to himself for hours yet.

He pulled into the garage and parked his bike. Making a mental note to fill the gas tank the next time he went out, he hung the keys in the key box and stepped into the elevator. Getting out in the first floor hallway, he started towards the kitchen, his boots echoing in the hallway. That's when he heard it.

He stopped.

Listened.

Faint music could be heard coming from the direction of the living room. Someone must've left the stereo going. He continued to the kitchen and, once there, made himself a sandwich. Grabbing a beer, he made for the living room to turn the stereo off.

There was no light in the living room, save for a roaring fire and the Christmas tree. There were boxes and tissue paper around the sofa with scraps of wrapping paper mixed in. Even though there was a mess, it was a picturesque scene. His eyes drifted to the young woman asleep on the sofa and his breath caught in his throat.

Her hair was still in that short, boyish cut she'd had when she came to the mansion -- a soft curl falling over her forehead. Her lashes were long and gently brushed her cheeks when her eyes were closed. her full sensual lips were slightly parted in her deep breathing. Her hands were together and resting under the side of her face with the throw cover drawn up between her elbows. She was a vision to him. He now realized how much in love with her he is and it made his heart swell and ache. She deserved so much better than him and that was the very reason he didn't let himself given in to his urges about her. And also why he was turning around to go to his room and not wake her.

"Logan," came a groggy voice. He closed his eyes at the wave of pleasure at the sound of his name on her lips. He smiled as he turned around. She was sitting up now and the throw cover had fallen to her lap and trailed in the floor. Seeing his expression, she smiled in return, showing white, even teeth. 'Beautiful,' he thought.

"Shouldn't you be at the party with everyone else," he asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I got so busy with the tree and finishing up I lost track of time." She motioned to the tree, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yep," he replied never taking his eyes off of her. She looked at him with his intense gaze and busted out laughing. His expression turned into a frown. He walked to one of the wing back chairs in front of the fire place and sat down, setting his beer on the floor beside his foot. He began to eat his sandwich, the lettuce crunching as he ate. Her laughter subsided to giggles and, getting up and walking to the other wing back, she sat across from him. She watched the muscles in his mouth and throat work as he ate.

'Powerful,' she thought. He licked mustard from the corner of his mouth and she thought, 'Wonder what else that tongue could lick like that?' He finished off the sandwich and picked up the beer bottle, draining it. He threw the bottle into the fire, shattering it. A few pieces fell onto the hearth. The flames jumped.

"I have a present for you, but I don't know if you'll like it or not." She innocently batted her lashes.

He got suspicious. "Did you pick it out?"

She thought about her answer for a second and then said, "Yes."

He then shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's all that matters." He glanced at her then back at the fire. "I have a present for you, too." Her gaze shot to him in utter surprise. He looked at his feet then at her. "It's hangin' on the tree."

"But I didn't see . . ."

"It's there. By the mini ornament of me that you made," he interrupted her. She stood and moved to the tree. She didn't have to search for the ornament he was talking about. She had hung the ornament herself and knew precisely where it was. She had made it when she was younger and it had made him laugh. Everyone had gotten a good laugh about it, but she knew deep down that he liked it.

She stepped up to the tree and looked at the mini masked Wolverine head she had made. Sure enough, a package hung on the same branch. It had her name on it. She glanced at him and he was watching her with that intense gaze again. Looking back at the package, she slowly reached for it and plucked it off the tree. It was heavy for it's size -- a short rectangular box.

She bent to put it under the tree, but he said, "No, bring it over with you." She padded back to him on bare feet, the only noise was her jeans rubbing together at the ankles. She sat in the floor between his feet instead of going back to the other chair. Her dark blue sweater cut low enough for him to see the tops of her breasts where her bra pushed them together. His body went tense, relaxing in stages -- from his legs to the top of his body.

"Open it," he urged her. She looked at the package. The wrapping paper was a festive color with little frogs wearing Santa hats. It made her smile to think he remembered that she collected frogs. The tag with her name was written in his small, but neat hand writing. She stuck her finger under one of the folds on the end and pulled to loosen the paper so she could try and save the paper. She took her time opening it. This was the first time he had ever given her anything more than a hard time and she was going to savor every moment.

"Do ya need some help, darlin'," he asked, releasing the middle claw on his left hand. He wiggled his eye brows when she looked at him.

"Don't you dare," she replied moving the gift away from him. He chuckled as he retracted his claw. After all the paper had been removed, a red velvet box was revealed. It was slightly larger than her palm. When she hesitated, he urged, "Go on. Open it."

She lifted the lid and the most beautiful necklace and pendant began to sparkle in the firelight. It was just a simple box chain, but the pendant took her breath away. It was a firework that had exploded as if it were in the sky. The stones that made up the pendant, she noticed, were the same colors as the fireworks she threw from her hands.

Her eyes filled with tears that almost spilled down her cheeks. She let her hands fall to her lap, the box still in them.

He was hurt when she didn't say anything, taking her silence as disapproval. "You don't like it." It wasn't a question.

"Where did you find something like this? How...," she let her questions die, not bothering to hide the quivering in her voice.

Still unsure about her reaction, he replied, "I didn't find it. I designed it." She turned her gaze to him with such speed that a tear spilled own her cheek. He just couldn't stop amazing her tonight.

"I have a friend that makes jewelry and I showed him the design I had and he made it for me, but if you don't like it," he stopped talking to reach and take the box from her, but she pulled it out of his reach.

"I never said I didn't like it. It's the most beautiful pendant I've ever seen. It just," she took a deep breath and finished, "It just made me speechless."

He made a sound in his throat and she looked at him again. He was smiling. "You? Speechless?" She swatted him on the knee and, handing the box to him, asked, "Put it on me?" Raising up on her knees between his, she placed both her hands on his knees. He swallowed noisily. Removing the necklace from the box he set it down and reached to hook the necklace around her neck.

The close proximity of their bodies as he reached around her neck made his body react. They were looking each other in the eye. He noticed her pupils were dilated and the lids were half closed. His gaze dropped to her lips and he just couldn't resist anymore. He dipped his head and tasted those lips. 'Soft,' was all he could think. His hands drifted from behind her neck to caress the sides of her face. His tongue licked the crease where her lips met when closed and she opened those soft lips to give his tongue entry. Her hands came up to rest on his forearms.

Fireworks exploded inside both their heads as their tongues met. It was as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders and he pulled her fully into his embrace as her hands went around his neck. She gave a soft sigh, breathing into his mouth. It was the most erotic thing he had ever felt. He broke the kiss to come up for air. They were both breathing hard. His hands were on her upper arms, hers resting on his chest. He had fallen back against the back of the chair during their kissing.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. Tears had pooled in her almond shaped eyes. Alarmed that he had hurt her, he sat up in the chair as her tears spilled over and ran down her cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumbs.

"What's wrong, Jubilee?"

She closed her eyes and shook her head back and forth.

"Give, girl. Why are you cryin'," he asked again.

"Why did it take you so long, Logan," she paused as her body shuttered. "Where do we go from here? How am I to forget this happened," she asked through her tears.

He took a deep breath and gently squeezed her arms. His hands slid down her arms to clasp her hands as he let himself fall back in the chair again.

"I have fought for so long to keep you away from me." She smiled knowingly at that statement. "I was hurtin' somethin' fierce when Mariko," his voice quivered on his lost love's name. "When she was killed." He looked into her blue eyes.

"I remember," she replied. "A lot happened and we nearly lost you." He saw the pain flash in her eyes at the remembrance. "But I could always count on you. To say what you think, to be sarcastic," he paused until she looked at him again. "To be there," he finished.

That brought a slight smile to her lips. "You remind me of her. Mariko was a formidable woman." Her smile broadened at the compliment.

"As for where we go from here," he took a deep breath and sat up again. "I'm leavin' that up ta you darlin'." She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him to her for another kiss. This time she broke the kiss off and looked at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Letting her hands slide down his chest as she gently pushed him back in the chair, it left him in a semi-reclined position, which gave her perfect access to what she was planning on doing. Sliding her hands down his thighs to his knees and back up over his groin, she could feel his erection in all its glory. His jeans were tight enough that there was nothing left to the imagination. His cock was straining to get out of those pants.

She grabbed his flannel shirt where it was tucked into his jeans and pulled, then began to unbutton it. Spreading the shirt open, she glided her hands up the muscles of his stomach, across his chest and back. Leaning forward she placed a kiss on the quivering muscles in his stomach, just above his waist band.

He was covered in more hair than she usually preferred, but with Logan she wouldn't have it any other way.

She turned her attention back to the erection in his pants. She could see the outline through the denim material. He was long, stretching up almost to the waist band of his jeans. It made her mouth water with anticipation.

Sliding her hands towards each other along the waist band of his jeans, she stopped at his belt buckle. He wore one of those big, silver ones and she was unsure how to open it. She knocked on it with her knuckles and said, "Off."

He complied and just let the belt hang after unbuckling it, slowly, their eyes locked the whole time.

She reached to unbutton his pants and, looking at his face again, said, "You're not going to try and stop me?"

"Darlin', you're in charge. When a woman is in charge, far be it from me to be the man to tell her she can't do something she has her mind set on." He wiggled his eyebrows on that last part and it made her laugh out loud. "Besides, it's always been a fantasy of mine to have you do this," he was all serious now.

"I want to see, feel, your lips around me," he whispered. She gave him a wicked grin and started unbuttoning his jeans. Her fingers brushed against him as she pulled the zipper down and his hips lifted from the seat and his breath hitched in his chest. That only added to her excitement.

Spreading the now open flaps of his jeans, she saw why he could be seen through the jeans -- no underwear. Pulling on the jeans, he lifted his hips again for her to pull them down to the tops of his boots. Setting back between his knees, she looked at him.

The firelight threw dancing shadows across him that contrasted with the different colors from the Christmas tree lights. He was too long to stand up straight, instead the long thick cock lay against his stomach. The scrotum was pulled tight against his body from his arousal.

Placing her hands on his now bare knees, she slid them up his thighs, reveling in the feel of his coarse leg hair. Her hands slid towards his scrotum and over them to the head of his penis. Wrapping her fingers around it caused him to close his eyes and suck in his breath. Smiling, she pulled the head down to her waiting mouth.

She looked up at him, his eyes still closed.

"Open," she said. "I want you to watch as I taste you." He opened his eyes and looked at her with eyes glazed with passion.

Then she tasted him.

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He almost came out of the chair at the feel of her tongue licking the head of his penis. It was like velvet and sandpaper all at the same time. If his eyes had been closed, he would have cum right then.

The inside of her mouth was like heated silk. It was all he could do not to thrust into her mouth. He could feel every hot inch of her tongue as she slid up and down on him.

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He was too long for her to take him all the way to the root, so she wrapped the fingers of one hand around him to act as an extension of her mouth. His hips jerked slightly and his legs were shaking. His hands, gripping the arms of the chair, knuckles white, revealed how much control he was having to exert not to ravage her mouth by thrusting savagely.

With her free hand, she clasped his scrotum moving the testicles around. She pulled up until just the head was in her mouth and swiveled her tongue around it. Bringing her tongue back to the center, she licked the opening. That made him nearly spill his wad down her throat and he sat forward pulling her mouth off of him.

He put both hands to either side of her face and pressed his forehead to hers.

"You almost made me lose control," He said breathing heavy.

She smiled wickedly and said, "Good." Rubbing the pad of her thumb on the underside of the head of his penis, she finished, "I said I wanted to taste you," she let her eyes fall to the cock in her hand then back to his eyes, "So let me taste you." His heart skipped a beat. He let her face go long enough to remove his boots and jeans.

Taking her face between his hands again, he gently kissed her. The taste and scent of him on her and in her mouth was a potent combination that he never wanted to lose. Leaning back, he said, "Don't drive me too insane." She smiled wickedly again and began sucking him again. This time more frantically, her head bobbing fast enough to make wet sounds.

"Almost . . . there," he said between breaths. Just as her throat relaxed and she pushed his cock deep, his sperm shot down her throat. She held him there, humming low to vibrate him. The vibrations traveled up his cock and all over his body to make his orgasm rock him that much harder. "Arrgh," he growled as sweat broke out all over his body.

When his cock finally stopped jerking, she slowly slid him out of her mouth, giving the head one final stroke of her tongue. His erection had subsided enough that it hung between his legs, but he was still hard as a rock.

He was breathing heavy, she noticed, and his hair was drenched and sticking to his head and shoulders. She wiped the corner of her mouth where some of his sperm had escaped her mouth. Seeing this, he captured her face, again between his hands and assaulted her with his mouth. Their tongues collided and waged a war that men and women had been heaving since the beginning of time. He broke the kiss long enough to change the position of his head and mouth.

Before capturing her mouth again, he bent close to her lips and breathed deeply. There was a deep rumble in his chest as he kissed her again, this time more gently. He ran his tongue over the back of her teeth and every other inch of her mouth, tasting.

Tasting . . . himself. And her.

He broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together. Both their breathing ragged. "Where . . . did you . . . learn to do . . . that," he asked.

"Wouldn't . . . you . . . like to know," she replied between breaths. He reached down between his thighs to where her fingers had wrapped around him, stroking, and stilled her hand.

Still looking her in the eye, he said, "Your turn, but not here." She looked at him with a puzzled look on her face. "I don't want any interruptions. My room or yours. Pick one." He took a couple of hard, ragged breaths and said, "Now."

She stood, picking up his discarded jeans and boots at the same time. Handing them to him, she took one of his hands in hers, and pulled him up from the chair. Still holding his hand, she led him to the elevator in the hall. They got off on the third floor, taking a right out of it, she led him into her room.

Closing the door and leaning against it till it clicked, she turned the lock. She let his hand drop and placed her hand on his chest. With gentle pressure she moved him back until he abruptly sat down on the foot of her bed.

She took several steps back as he removed his flannel shirt and let it fall to the pile his jeans and boots made on the floor. Picking up the remote to her stereo, she turned the tuner on and found a station with more Christmas music. Setting the remote back on her dresser, she reached for the dimmer switch and lowered the lights until they were almost out. The Christmas lights in the window blinked, sporadically lighting the room with brightness.

The song on the radio stopped and a new one started. It was Annie Lennox's version of Winter Wonderland.

'Love knows no season, love knows no clime, romance can blossom any ole time . . .," she sang.

Jubilee glanced at Logan and her heart melted again. He was glorious. He was a couple inches shorter than her 5 foot 5 inch frame, standing at 5 feet 3 inches. He was pure muscle, there was no doubt about that. He might be small, but there was a lot of power in that little package, especially if he was in a rage. Her eyes flowed up his legs to his erection she had been playing with not so long ago. He was beginning to rise straight up again. Her eyes continued up his body to his face. His lips were parted and his breathing was heavy. Her eyes met his and her pussy flooded with wetness. His brown eyes were so filled with desire she could almost see the fire burning in them.

She started moving her body in time with the music, grabbing the bottom her her sweater with both hands. She lifted it over her head revealing her slim, but toned upper body and bra the exact same shade of blue of her sweater. Her jeans rode low on her hips and buttoned just below her belly button. The piercing there glittering as it caught the light from the blinking ones in her window. She heard his intake of breath before he spoke.

"When did you get that?"

"Like it," she asked. He shook his head 'Yes.' He had leaned back on his elbow. She reached for the button on her jeans, but slid her hands down the front and between her legs and back up. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. Hooking her thumbs into the waist band and turned as she pushed them down her legs. She peeked behind her, still bent over, and found him looking precisely where she wanted him to -- her lace covered pussy.

Straitening up, she stepped out of the jeans and unhooked her bra and slipped it off. She turned to face him with her arms covering her breasts. Gyrating her hips, she danced her way over to him. Turning around again, she grabbed the hip straps to her thong panties and pushed them down. Standing and stepping out of them, she was caught off guard as he grabbed her at the hips and pulled her down into his lap.

They both gasped as they felt skin meet skin. He hadn't entered her, but the shaft of his cock rested right against her pussy lips. He leaned back on his elbows again trying to gain full control again. Putting her hands on his hips to hold her balance, she moved her hips back and forth simulating fucking him and his shaft slipped between her pussy lips and rubbed against her clit.

She could hear him growl and feel his cock throb. She would speed up and slow down. Speed up and slow down. It didn't take long for her to reach orgasm -- her body quivering. He could feel the juices from her body flow from her and over his shaft. He almost came for the second time that night.

She stood and turned to face him on wobbly legs. Her face was flushed from the orgasm, but it only made her that much more beautiful to him. Standing, he took her face between his hands and drew her lips to his in yet another passionate kiss -- maneuvering her to sit on the bed. He broke the kiss to drop to his knees between her legs, reversing their positions from earlier.

He gently pushed her back until she was lying down. Taking each foot, one by one, he raised them to lie flat on the bed -- similar to being in stirrups. He placed a hand on each thigh and spread her legs as wide as they would go. This caused the lips to her pussy to separate slightly. His nostrils flared as he scented her and he had never smelled anything more sweet or glorious.

Placing both hands on either inner thigh, just above her knees, he slowly slid them down towards the apex of her legs. Just before reaching her pussy he pushed both hands onto her stomach, just above the pelvic bone. She moaned her disappointment making him smile. Removing his hand, but still touching her with his index fingers, he trailed those fingers down the crease of her legs on the outer part of her pussy lips. With just the right index finger and thumb, he gently squeezed those lips together. She moaned and her hips raised up off the bed.

He raised his hand and placed it on her pubic bone just above her mound and pulled down to cup her pussy. Rubbing up and down, he slid a finger between the lips, feeling for her clit. She let out a gasp of surprise as his finger found it. He made slow, lazy circles around it and her hips helped him set the rhythm.

Replacing his finger with his thumb, he inserted that finger into her vagina. She was still wet from her orgasm just moments ago, and with the throbbing and clenching her inner muscles were doing now, it wouldn't take long for her to cum again. As quickly as the thought formed in his mind, she did just that, screaming into the pillow she'd pulled over her face.

He waited until her spasms subsided before removing his finger form her. His cock was throbbing painfully from her reaction, but he ignored it. He had started this and he was going to enjoy himself while pleasuring her.

"There's more where that came from," he said to her. She raised her head to look at him and let her head fall back to the bed.

Between breaths she said, "I . . . don't know . . . how much more . . . I can take." He didn't hesitate in bending down and placing his mouth and tongue where his hand had been only seconds before. Her hands immediately went to his hair, fisting, and her thighs squeezed against his ears.

She tasted as sweet as she smelled. It hadn't been long enough for her body to rest since that last orgasm, so her juices were flowing constantly, giving his tongue something to lave up. Her groans and movements on the bed combined with her taste was driving him mad with desire and lust.

Grabbing his cock at the root, he squeezed trying to hold his orgasm back. He gave her clit one last lick and stood up. Leaning over her and wrapping his arms around her, he lifted and moved both their bodies further up on the bed.

"I can't hold on much longer," he said breathing heavy. "I need to be inside you."

She took his face in her hands and smiled. "I need you inside me." Leaning down, he kissed her. He slid a hand between them and caressed one of her breasts, rolling the hardened tip between his thumb and index finger. He broke the kiss and raised up on his knees, sliding his hands down her body.

His left hand stopped at the base of her stomach and he took his tumescent cock in his right hand. Stroking himself a couple of times, he grasped the head and rubbed it up and down the cleft of her pussy lips, then stopping at her opening.

He looked at her with wide eyes as he suddenly remembered and asked, "Condom?"

"No," she gasped, "I want no barriers between us." She raised her hips trying to force him inside her. "I'm on the pill so there's nothing to worry about." He slid in about an inch as she finished her sentence.

She reached down and grasped him by the hips trying to pull him deeper, but he wouldn't budge. "You're too tight for me to force myself all the way at once," he said. Her muscles clenched around him as he pulled out and slid a little further in, her juices lubricating him. He kept repeating this process until he was completely buried inside her.

Little by little he pulled out until he was pumping in and out in a rhythm as old as time itself. He wasn't going all the way in as he was pumping, afraid of hurting her. She raised her knees up, resting her ankles on his shoulders as she whispered, "Deeper."

She could see the hesitation in his eyes and, again, she whispered, "Deeper, Logan. You won't hurt me." He could see the trust in her eyes and the love that shone there. That love was his undoing. He grabbed her legs by the knees and pushed them down to her chest as he buried himself to the root with each thrust -- his pelvic bone rubbing her clit. As he thrust, he could fee the head of his cock bumping against something inside her. "My cervix," she whispered. He looked at her face and the rapture he saw there told him not to stop.

Her legs and body started to quiver, and her moans were beginning to become screams. Her inner muscles were clamping down hard on him and it was very hard for him to hold back until she came. Digging his feet in and growling, he released his claws and skewered the bed below each of her arms. Increasing his thrusting even more, she wrapped her arms around his and screamed her release -- her body's juices coating his cock.

One, two, three more thrusts and, roaring, his cock and balls emptied themselves inside her, the excess cum running down the cleft of her ass to coat her anus.

Their bodies were still quivering as he rolled over, pulling her with and on top of him. His cock was still inside her as she lowered her knees to rest at his hips. He retracted his claws and grabbed what was left of the cover, pulling it out from under himself and threw it across them. It was another thirty minutes before their breathing was under control enough for them to speak.

He looked at the mattress and said, "I think I killed your mattress." This made her giggle.

"You said you had a present for me," he asked. She raised up, letting the cover fall to her hips and looked at him.

She shrugged her shoulders and, blushing, said, "Merry Christmas?"

Catching her meaning that she was the present, he laughed and pulled her down for a kiss and whispered against her lips, "Merry Christmas, Jubilee, merry Christmas."