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Setting: X-Men
Mansion
Time: Five weeks after previous
*Quickie*,
‘I’m going to get him this time,’ Ororo
mused at the sleeping form of the man who
held her heart. The man who fulfilled her.
Completed her. Her lover. Logan. The same
man, who woke her up every Monday morning,
aroused and wanting for him.
Today was payback.
She had carefully planned this, timing it
perfectly to surprise him. She had woken up
an hour earlier than usual, taking care not
to disturb Logan. After completing her
morning activities, including an outdoor
shower, she had returned to her room.
Standing at the foot of their bed, she took
a deep breath and set her plan into action.
Sitting down at the edge of the bed, she
gently pulled the covers off him, her mouth
watering at the sight of his completely
nude, perfectly formed body. How she loved
every single part of him, including the
*special* part drawing her attention right
now. Although Logan was still asleep, the
‘Horn-Dog’ part of his brain, as she
referred to it on Monday mornings, was
stirring awake, pumping blood to his groin,
waking his erection from its sleep.
‘Time to take matters in my own hands….or
rather hand….literally’
-----
“Mmmmrrrrrrrr...” Logan purred as Ororo’s
gently started caressing him, her slender
fingers running through his soft chest hair.
Subconsciously he leaned into her caress,
his position changing until finally he lay
flat on his back, his burgeoning erection
filling up with each caress, rising to stand
straight up.
Smiling at her *achievement*, Ororo started
moving lower, first over his perfectly
sculpted abdominal muscles and then further
down into the dark forest around his
‘person’.
The moment the tips of her fingers touched
the base of his shaft, Logan jerked up, his
hand flailing to the side for her, a frown
coming over his sleeping face when he failed
to do so. He then reached up, still in his
sleep, and grabbed her pillow, pulling it to
him and over his face, her sweet smell still
present in it calming him down as he used it
as a poor alternative for her.
Once Logan settled back down, Ororo let out
a breath, which she didn’t even realize she
had been holding all this time. Continuing
with her downward travel, she gently snaked
her fingers around his now fully erect
member.
It seemed that along with calming his brain,
her scent was exciting his other body parts,
just as he always said it did. Now she had
seen it first hand and it excited and feel
rewarded at the same time.
Taking care of not disturbing his sleep by
any sudden movements, Ororo began to move
her fingers over his length, gradually
closing in her grip until she had a tight
grip around him and was jerking him with an
smooth steady motion.
“Wha…’Ro,” Logan woke up just in time to
feel himself reach climax, erupting all over
her pumping arm, hand and the bed, her name
the first thing on his lips as he regained
consciousness, slam bang in the middle of a
mind-numbing, body bursting orgasm.
“’Ro…What are ya…?” He mumbled, his body
still jerking into her hand.
“Morning lover,” Ororo’s smirk greeted him.
Continuing to move her hands along his
*re-hardening* erection, she echoed his own
words at him. “Thought I’d wake you up in
style.”
“’Ro…” he moaned her name over and over, his
thrusts gradually slowing down. “Oh god,
‘Ro”
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“Come here,” he jerked his hand to grab her,
missing her as she moved out of the way.
Today was hers’
“Ro?” a look of confusion came over his face
at her retreat and at the mischievous look
in her eyes.
“Not so soon,” she wagged her finger at him.
“This morning is mine. You have made me
suffer long enough. Its time that you got a
taste of your own medicine.”
“Ro? Medi….medicine?” his pleading voice was
still husky from sleep and a still subsiding
orgasm.
“I want you to do something first,” he
arched a sleepy eyebrow at her words.
“What?” he growled at her, his body missing
the feeling of waking up next to her.
“I want you to….” Ororo’s smile grew wider,
her eyes practically glowing now, but with a
hidden secret and not from the power of the
weather witch, Storm. “I want you to touch
yourself.”
“Touch myself,” Logan’s eyes widened for an
instant. “Where? How?”
“You know where,” Ororo was prowling at the
foot of the bed, preening herself by running
a hand through her now dry locks. “….and I
am sure, you know how?”
“Ororo….” Logan’s voice had surprise,
annoyance, embarrassment and arousal, all
rolled in at the same time.
“Touch yourself….or you don’t get to touch
me,” she warned him. “And make it as good
for me as it will be for yourself.” He was
throwing his words back at him, not giving
him any way out.
“Darlin’, I can’t just do it like that.”
Logan pleaded in his own gruff way.
“Hmm….ok,” Ororo mused. “Let me give you an
incentive then.” Parting the folds of her
white silk robe, she stuck out one smooth,
exquisite coffee colored leg. Arching it on
her toes, she slightly turned it sideways,
giving a clear view and eliciting a groan
from the bed. “Does this help?”
“Ororo….” His hands grabbed at the covers.
“Uhn..uhn…uhn…Hands on the merchandise,” she
waved her index finger at him. “Now”
Scowling at her, Logan raised a hand and
gingerly placed it around his erection. Even
if he said otherwise, seeing her like this
and the prospect of acting this way in front
of her had worked on his subconscious to
made him hard a rock.
No…harder. Hard as the Adamantium coating
his bones.
-----
“Hmmm…” Ororo continued her prowling, her
robe now open, her eyes stuck on Logan’s
hand and at his erection, which was proudly
sticking out from his fist. “Logaann….” She
whispered his name seductively, enjoying the
way he winced at her voice, his gripper
becoming firmer, harder around his now
throbbing shaft.
“Ororo,” her name was the only thing on his
lips, as his hand slowly started moving over
his length.
“Just like that my love,” she whispered
huskily, exposing her near naked shoulders
from beneath her robe as it fell it off her
back and drifted to the wooden floor.
“’Roro,” Logan’s eyes were stuck on the show
going on before him. Ororo was a very sexual
woman and right now, she was using all of
her womanly charms to tease him and excite
him even further.
He watched as Ororo came and stood next to
the bed. Her almost sheer negligee ending
just below her hips, kept her mound hidden
from his sight. Even then, he could smell
her aroused state. It was increasing with
his every stroke.
As that realization dawned on him, so did a
confident smirk. ‘Oh, I’ll make it good fer
both of us,’ he thought as he seriously
started pumping his *precum* slicked shaft.
Ororo was mesmerized by his actions and was
staring intently at it.
Suddenly he stopped.
“What?” she frowned at the interruption.
“….Why did you stop?”
“Cause you stopped,” he pointed at her,
making her realize that she had stopped her
impromptu strip-tease show. “If it is gonna
be good fer both of us, both of us have to
be equal. Ya still have yer clothes on.”
“Equal,” Ororo mused, licking her lips as
her gaze passed over her lover’s hard naked
body.
“Yeah equal…” Logan repeated, his hand
leaving his shaft. “….equal.”
“Equal…” Ororo whispered as she slid the
spaghetti straps of her negligee off her
shoulders, gently pushing it down over her
full breasts, the soft fabric exciting her
*Hershey-kiss* nipples, around her rounded
hips, finally letting it fall to the floor.
“There…equal,” she smiled stepping out of
the negligee’s circle.
“My goddess,” Logan growled, raising his
hand for her.
“My warrior,” she reached out and accepted
his hand. Climbing onto the bed, she lowered
herself on his waist, his hard length,
rubbing at her back.
“Ororo,” Logan frowned at her.
“Yes Logan,” she said softly, her glinting
eyes betraying her *mock* innocence.
“Darlin’ no more teasin’,” he growled at
her. She was having too much fun at his
expense. ‘Asshole she is just acting like ya
do, when ya wake her up on Mondays’ he swore
at himself.
“Hmm…..” Ororo tapped on her chin, as if
mulling over the thought.
“Grrrr…” Logan growled. He tried to raise
his hands, but found that they had been
pinned to his sides by Ororo’s legs. “Darlin’”
“Let me think,” Ororo pushed him even
further.
“’Ro,” his voice dropped lower in a warning.
Bending down, she lowered her face to near
his, her snowy tresses forming a curtain
around them. Catching his heated gaze, she
let a smile come over her lips as she raised
herself from his waist.
“No more,” her lips mashed against his as
she plunged down onto his waiting hardness,
its length and thickness filling her
completely.
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“Ororo,” Logan grunted in pleasure, his
hands grasping at her waist, moving her
against him.
“Logan,” Ororo arched away from him, sitting
up to push him in even further.
“Goddess…that feels….”
“Good…?” Logan supplied. “Right…?”
“Right….It feels right. So right,” She cried
out softly. “Right…and….completing.”
“Yeah darlin’. Ya complete me.”
“And you, me, dearest.”
Positioning herself properly, she began to
rub against him, her locks washing over her
shoulders and partially covering the gentle
sway of her bosom.
“Jesus, Ororo,” Logan growled as he applied
pressure to lift her. “Ya know what ya do ta
me? How ya make me feel?”
“Yesss,” she responded to his pressure,
thrusting against him. “The same as you do
to me. The same as you make me feel. Wild.
Untethered. Loved.”
Moving along his length, Ororo soon found a
rhythm in her movements. Logan was
responding with equal fervor, meeting her
thrusts with each of his own. Although, in
the past he had usually wanted to be on top,
just like any other man, he had changed that
now. Being with Ororo had brought that
change in him.
Now he was ready to let go off some of his
control, sharing it with her. The woman he
loved. His *definitely* better half. His
windrider. HIS. And only his.
Just as he was hers.
----
Soon they were moving in unison, their
hearts beating in a perfect rhythm with each
other. Ororo had begun to radiate an
ethereal glow. Her eyes clouded over. The
previous clear sky mimicking them.
“Let it go darlin’,” Logan grunted under
her. “Let it all go.”
“Yesss….” She cried out, her hair fanning
out in a cloud around her luminous visage.
At that instant, she was the true embodiment
of her namesake. She was Storm, goddess of
the wind. “Logan….uhn….Logan.”
“Let go ‘Ro. Let go,” Logan mumbled over and
over again, urging her to join him in his
approaching climax.
“LOGAN,” Ororo’s cried out, her voice losing
out to the thunder booming outside, bright
lightening flashing across the darkened
morning sky.
“ORORO,” Logan roar rivaled her thunder. His
climax, perfectly timed, equaled her
release.
They continued to move against each other,
enjoying their orgasms rip through them as
one. Eventually they started slowing down,
Ororo collapsing onto his heaving chest.
----
“That will teach you,” she murmured against
his chest, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“Not to mess with the Storm.”
“So that’s what this was, a lesson.” Logan’s
chest rumbled at his words.
Cupping her jaw, he lifted her to face him,
his *standard* smirk plastered on his face.
“Sorry ta tell ya darlin’, ya did teach me
somethin’. But not what ya wantedt.”
“What did I teach you?” Ororo slightly
furrowed her brows, her smile still bright.
“Ya taught me….” Logan pulled her up for a
deep kiss. “….not ta wake ya up at six
thirty.”
“From next week, it will be at five thirty.” |