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“Mmmmm,” Logan patted the
hand on this chest, enjoying the steady
rhythmic heartbeat of his fiancée, his mate
at his back.
They had been on the road for more than
seven hours, having left the last motel at
the crack of dawn. They were on their way to
Westchester, after spending a very
*productive* weekend in Toronto. Ororo had
spent a couple of hours sleeping, her arms
tightly wound across Logan’s muscular
abdomen. Her legs were tucked around his
hips and thighs for extra grip, as she laid
her head on the curve of his leather covered
back and went off to the land of snoozing
clouds.
“Hmmm….Mmmmm…” She moaned as she rubbed her
face along his back, smiling contently as
the comfortable and familiar scents that
were pure Logan filled swirled around her.
Cigars, sweat and that typical outdoorsy
scent that only he seemed to possess.
It was as if his body gave off some type of
pheromones. Pheromones that she intercepted,
setting off the release of her own.
Setting her body on fire.
----
“Want ta stop?” Logan called over the
billowing wind.
“Hmmm, no,” the weather goddess lifted one
slender hand from his sinewy chest and
fanned it towards the front as she eyes
clouded over, easily and effectively
changing the air currents to move away from
them, providing them with a comfortable but
eerie silence to conduct their conversation.
“I want to do something else. Something not
nice,” she whispered into his ear, giving
its length an easy lick, causing a jolt of
sexual electricity to run through his
body….awakening some very interesting parts.
“What?” Logan barely suppressed his growl,
his chest rumbling deeply.
“You know what,” she purred as her hand
started its southward travel. “But don’t
stop, not yet. Not until I tell you to.”
“’Ro,” he gnashed his teeth as her fingers
crossed his belt-buckle. “What are ya doin’?”
“Don’t stop,” she repeated her warning. “You
stop and I stop. Understood?”
Unable to voice his answer Logan merely
grunted and gave an affirmative nod.
------
Taking advantage of the empty patch of
highway they were traveling on, Ororo
brought her other hand back down to join its
partner, as her powers continued to channel
the air around them.
“You know I love you, I crave you. You
complete me. You….” she continued whispering
into his ear, her sweet breath playing havoc
on his senses, as her hand moved out from
his waist to his thighs, rubbing them
through the rough denim, alternating between
kneading them with the heel of the palm,
just caressing them and scratching them with
her perfectly formed nails. All the while
enjoying the continuous rumbling of his
chest, its vibration filtering through his
back to her front, exciting her nipples as
the vibrations of the motorcycle engine came
through her lower *sensitive* regions.
“You like that,” it was more of a statement
rather than a question, his grunt confirming
it.
-------
She couldn’t believe herself sometimes, the
way she was with him. So different the way
she was when she was around others. Only
him.
Just as he was with her.
She was FREE. Free to be herself. Ororo. The
woman. The woman who loved a man, more than
anything else in the world. Even more than
life itself. The woman whose man loved her
back with the same ferociousness. The same
vigor.
He brought out the wildness….the previously
caged natural spirit within her into the
open, freeing her, making her truly
experience her emotions without fearing the
affect it would have on the weather.
She in turn, helped him reign in his inner
animal, giving him the calmness he so
greatly strived for. Her single touch, sight
or smell was enough to bring him out of his
berserker rages, bolstering the man in
overcoming and controlling the beast.
Together they complemented each other in
every aspect of their lives, whether in
battle or in peace. They were like two
halves of a puzzle, a trinket, the ying and
yang for each other.
Separately they worked but incomplete.
Together they completed each other. Together
they became one.
----
“’Ro,” Logan growled his warning as one of
her hand moved to cup the prominent bulge in
his jeans, its counterpart moving up to slid
the zip down. “Don’t.”
“Don’t stop…” she kissed the back of his
neck, the feel of her soft warm full lips
causing a full body shudder to pass through
him. “….or I stop.”
“Don’t stop,” he echoed her words as the
zipper slowly made its way down, her hand
rising to slide into the opening.
“I like that,” his *frisky* lover, friend
and now fiancée expressed her approval at
the lack of underwear. “No excessive and
completely redundant clothing.”
Logan had lost all ability to speak, just
managing to gather enough attention to keep
the bike traveling in a straight line, his
eyes roving for any approaching vehicle.
“Hmmm,” Ororo gently eased his hardening
erection out of its confines, the coolness
of the air and the warm feel of her hands
exciting him even further. “Do you know what
I am going to do?” her suggestive question
was pushing at his teetering control.
He wanted nothing more than to pull the bike
into the nearest ‘safe’ place and take her
right then and there, the only thing
stopping him were her words. ‘Don’t stop or
I stop.’
“This,” she rolled her fingers around his
thickness and gave it a preliminary tug.
“Ororo,” he moaned out her name, the bile
slowing down as he lost control over the
accelerator.
“Uhn, huh,” he felt the shake of her head.
“No stopping.”
“No stopping,” he repeated, both knowing the
true meaning of his repetition.
----
Wrapping her fingers firmly around his rock
hard erection, Ororo started kissing him all
over his exposed neck, all the while cupping
and gently kneading his covered scrotum
while her other…main hand set into a steady
rhythm.
“Talk to me lover,” she whispered wantonly
as she jerked her own wet center against the
seat and the back of his hips.
“Ca…can’t,” Logan grunted in frustration,
his world suddenly centering to the bike and
the living breathing weather goddess behind
him. The same goddess who could call upon
destructive winds, rains, hail or
hurricanes, just as easily as she could
conjure up a tiny cloud to water her plants.
The same goddess who had complete ownership
of his heart….his body and his own, and who
right now was playing with him…tormenting
him with her control over him.
“Why?” she followed up with a deep suckling
kiss as the crook of his neck, her teeth
grazing over the sensitive skin.
“Gotta….gotta drive,” he was reaching the
end of the line, just containing himself
from jerking into her hand.
“Then drive,” her face moved away, her hand
easing its grip on him. “I won’t distract
you.”
“Don’t,” his large hand captured hers,
pinning it back into position. “Don’t
stop….or I stop.”
Ororo deftly freed her hand from his grasp,
pushing his burgeoning erection back into
his jeans.
“Then stop,” she purred in response, rubbing
her chest all over his back, her hands
traveling all over his front. “Stop Logan.
Now. I need you.”
“Nnn…Now?” he jerked his head back.
“Here…outside? On the road?”
“Here, now,” her cerulean eyes twinkled. “Or
are you afraid?”
“Afraid,” his body tensed. “Ain’t….afraid of
no one,” he gritted out as he veered off the
road, into the woods alongside it.
----
Coming to a halt in a safe but covered area,
he literally yanked Ororo off the back and
into his lap, his arms steadying her.
“Witch,” he growled as he pulled her down
for a passionate kiss.
“Weather witch,” she reminded him, her smirk
fading as the first touch of his lips, her
already aroused body instantly responding to
him, melting in his strong arms.
“’Ro,” he growled and pulled her closer, his
hands lifting out her blouse, one of them
sliding inside it and over her smooth back
to unclasp her lacy skin colored bra.
“Logan,” she moaned as she stretched like a
cat and wrapped her arms around his neck,
her legs lifting up and around his waist,
feeling his sheathed hardness rub against
her molten center. “Now.”
“Yes,” he growled. “Let me get the sleeping
bag out.”
“No,” she shook her head, drawing him even
closer. “Here, now.”
“On the scoot,” he held her back, his
darkened eyes questioning her.
“Yes,” she grinned and gave a test thrust.
“I have never made love on a motorcycle.”
“It ain’t goin’ ta be making love,” he tried
reasoning with her.
“It will be,” she pushed the jacked off his
broad shoulders. “It will be….because it is
us.”
That answers all his doubts and questions,
his middle claws coming out to do their
work. Unclothe her.
“As the goddess wishes.”
----
Minutes later, they were divested of their
clothing, Ororo’s shredded top spread out in
strips all over the bike and the ground
below.
Swinging his leg over the bike, Logan
settled down on the driver’s seat, with
Ororo settling down on top of him, her full
lips, swollen from their kissing, her
lipstick all mussed.
Drawing her closer, he pulled her completely
into his lap, her legs spreading out over
his, their centers pressing against each
other.
“Love you,” was all Logan said as he plunged
down to capture one full breast, his mouth
closing in on one chocolate colored sweet
and slightly tangy nub, the cool forest air
hardening them to erection.
“Logan,” Ororo snaked her fingers into his
neck, her body arching backwards into his
embrace. “Uhn….goddess…lov…e...Logan.”
“Logan, please,” she moaned as he moved to
her other breast, lavishing the same
attention as on the first. “Not this….not
now.”
“Huh,” Logan tilted his head up at her, his
mouth continuing its alternate nipping and
suckling.
“Now…I need….now,” she jerked against him,
his hardness parting her folds, its wetness
slicking and lubricating it.
“Now,” the feral eyes glinted.
----
Lifting her up and away from him, Logan
positioned himself against her soaking
entrance and pulled her in closer for a
kiss, entering her at the very instant as
they lips closed around each other.
“Lo….mmm…” Ororo’s cry was muffled in the
kiss, their tongue joining each other.
Swallowing her and his own sounds, Logan
gave a strong thrust as he impaled her
swiftly and sharply in one go. Her legs rose
instinctively around his waist, mirroring
her arms bent around his neck, her hands and
fingers lost in his wind-rumpled, naturally
unruly hair.
Giving up all spoken words, they lost
themselves in each other, their cries and
moans sounding and fading in the forest air.
----
They were locked in their heated embrace,
their limbs entwining with each other as
they moved in a perfect rhythm, their
movements synchronized for the most ancient
ritual of all.
Logan had his hands firmly planted at
Ororo’s hips as she rhythmically moved up
and down on him, her inner muscles clenching
around him. His own movements varied between
smooth and sporadic as thrust into her.
Feeling himself starting to tighten, Logan
extracted himself until only the head of his
throbbing shaft was inside her. Giving her a
warning smile, he started jack-hammering
into her, deeper, harder, faster, his mouth
latching onto one full breast. Ororo in turn
tightened her arm and leg grip around him;
steadying herself for the ‘hard ride’, that
had just been taken to a whole new level.
Soon, both of them were breathing raggedly,
their coital sounds growing louder with each
passing seconds.
“Lo…Logan,” Ororo moaned as she felt her
whole body contract around her pulsing
center. “I…I….”
“Yes,” Logan understood her unspoken words,
her growing tightness informing him about
her oncoming orgasm. In response he started
redoubled his efforts, increasing the
intensity of his thrusts. He wanted to come
with her. He wanted them to come together,
matching his pace to do the same.
“LOGAN,” the high-pitched scream rang out,
as the winrider reached a high that no
amount of flying could give. That
nothing….no one else could give.
She was still surfing her orgasmic waves
when she felt Logan still inside her,
climaxing into her, filling and coating her
inner walls with his copious release.
“Fuck….’Ro….uhn.”
----
He was still panting against her chest, when
Ororo started caressing his back, bringing
him back from this *fall*, whispering sweet
nothings to him, their bodies joined over
the now wet metal and leather mechanical
beast.
“Love…you…” Logan finally managed to grunt
out as the sexual haze around his mind
dissipated….or diluted, just enough to give
him control of tangible thoughts.
“That was something, huh,” Ororo smirked as
she was the one on top of thing….both
literally and emotionally, her insides still
milking his still semi-hard shaft.
Logan gave a tired, slightly sleepy smile.
“Thank ya.”
“For?” she tilted her head, looking into his
dark dilated eyes.
“For this,” he lifted and gestured to the
bike. “This….idea.”
“I should be the one thanking you,” she said
with a twinkle, as she rested her forehead
against his shoulder muscles.
“Why?” he enjoyed the view of her curving
back, ending at the twin rounds of her hips.
“You were in the driver’s seat,” he chuckled
at her double entendre. “So I should be the
one to thank you.”
“For taking me on this ride.”
Sounds of their laughter echoed through the
sexually satiated air, startling the already
confused forest creatures around them. |