Practice Makes Perfect

author:  Logan Berry  ( loganberryx@yahoo.co.uk )

 

summary:   a practice session in the gym with Logan turns from fun to passion as Ororo and Logan  finally discover each other.  (based on a re-written chapter from the Persia Saga)

 

Rating/warning & pairing:  NC-17 adult content – explicit sex

 

Disclaimer:     I do not own any rights to any Marvel Characters

 

Feedback very welcome

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The door to the changing room slid open, “Hey Darlin’!”

 

The unmistakable gravely tone of Logan’s greeting brought a softness to Ororo’s eyes.

 

“Good morning Wolfy!” Ororo smiled back as she continued to tie up her shoe laces.  She knew he hated the pet-name Jubilee had given him and sometimes she just couldn’t resist teasing him with it when the opportunity presented itself.

 

Logan stood in the doorway for a moment, transfixed by the view that greeted him, “Damn that’s tight!” He thought, admiring the curve of Ro’s backside in her black lycra shorts as she bent over the bench. “Thought I’d find ya here.” He continued nonchalantly, ignoring her mischievous remark.

 

“Yes, I thought some early morning practice would be beneficial before the teaching day begins.” She answered in her honeyed tone, turning to face him. “But since you are here, would you like to do a little sparing?” She grinned, tilting her head to one side so that the soft silver strands of her shoulder-length hair fell around her face.

 

Logan folded his arms across his chest in mock indifference trying to suppress the shiver of pleasure that shot through his body as she made this delicate little gesture he loved so much. “Yer on.” He nodded.

 

“Are you sure?”  Ro added, “I’m feeling particularly invigorated this morning.  I’m not sure I can restrain myself.”  She winked playfully.  She had woken that morning to a strange stirring in her body, a persistent feeling that had driven her from her bed to the gym.

 

“Oh ya don’t say?” He retorted huskily, but he couldn’t hide the twist of a smirk on his lips. “I taught ya everythin’ ya know woman.”

 

Ro raised a silver eyebrow at his dry humour. “Well let us put that to the test then shall we?”  She walked purposefully passed him to the door, slapping him playfully on the butt as she grabbed the door handle.

 

“Yer on.” He murmured, turning to follow.

 

As she passed by him her exquisite scent caught his nose and he paused for a moment to soak it up.  But, something was different today, it wasn’t just the usual sweet grassy dew and line-dried linen scent of her body that he had become so accustomed to; it was something else, something hot and turbulent about her, something powerful and earthy like the scent of ozone after a lightning strike.  That pleasant, but long suppressed tingle crept into his gut; and he liked it.

 

The gym was empty; too early in the morning for most of the household.  He was distracted for a moment as he watched her glide gracefully across the gym floor - her body wrapped in a two-piece outfit that emphasised the contours of her hourglass figure - stretching out as she went.

 

“So what’s yer poison?” He asked, stepping onto the mats.

 

“Hmm,” she mused for a moment, “A little something to get us hot and sweaty perhaps?”

 

“Huh?”  He was caught slightly off guard by her uncharacteristic innuendo, her ever-growing scent doing strange things to his mind.

 

“Wrestling!”  She added.

 

“Oh…ok.” Logan nodded and pulled the white vest he was wearing over his head, flinging it across the gym; the ball of fabric coming to rest on a bench press machine.

 

They took up their positions at each side of the mat and began to circle each other in a classic fighters dance; Ro’s lithe body flowing like liquid silver.  He watched her stalk; long brown legs stretching out, silently stepping over the mat with such lightness, both blue eyes trained on him.  He couldn’t help but admire her powerful physique, the natural curve of her calves and the tight muscles of her shoulders.

 

His mind shifted back to the task in hand as he made the first move.  The position of his feet - hidden by long black Hakama pants - made it hard for Ro to gauge his stance and she was caught off-guard as he leapt forward, grabbing her by the shoulders and popping her legs from under her.  She hit the ground with a slap.  He held his immense weight off her with powerful legs and grasped her wrists with just enough strength to pull out her arms and pin her to the mat.  “Still think ya can take me Stormy?” He whispered, teasing her.

 

Ororo pushed up with enough strength to dislodge his minor hold and sprang up, smiling.  They paced again.  With a sudden turn of speed she rushed him and he braced for her impact, but she hit the floor and somersaulted over him.  Before he had time to turn, she grabbed his arm from behind pulling it up his back and forcing him to his knees with surprising strength.  “Do not push me Wolfy.” She hissed playfully in his ear.

 

With a grunt he twisted his body and grabbed her with his free arm, flipping her over his shoulder and bringing her down hard on the mat at his knees.  “No wonder ya needed to practice…wanna give up yet?” He answered smiling and breathing hoarsely.

 

“Not before you do.” She gasped.

 

With incredible agility she rolled and threw herself forward, pushing him back onto the floor and landing square on his chest; her legs pining his arms to the mat and knocking the breath out of him.  She had been in this position so many times before.  Years of training with this man told her she wouldn’t be able to hold him there for very long, still it felt good to have a moment’s control.  But today she felt different; today she felt like she could beat him.  She felt elated; the power of the goddess coursing through her body like a raging torrent, filling her with all kinds of emotions that left her strangely aroused. 

 

The urge to have some fun with him - to tease him - filled her mind.  She leaned in close to his face, her scent filling his nostrils with an earthy softness making his heart skip for a second. “Oh god she’s gonna kiss me!” he thought, alarmed by her unusual closeness.  Those sparkling blue eyes filled his vision, but her head slipped past his face and he felt her warm breath near his ear.  Her cheek grazed the hairs of his side-burns, sending a tingle through his skin and over his body.  To be this close without good reason filled him momentarily with confusion.

 

“I don’t think you have the strength.” She whispered gently into his ear.  As she drew away slowly she let her tongue glide out over her lips to run delicately along his neck, tracing the line of his carotid artery down to his collar-bone.  She could feel the rhythmic pulsing of his heart increase on the tip of her tongue and felt an unfamiliar urge pass through her body.

 

Logan sucked in a sharp breath, his body turning rigid from her intimate touch.  “Fuck! She’s lost it.” He thought as he fought to control himself.  But from that initial disbelief came a feeling of excitement, an animal urge.  “She’s gotta be just messin with me…trying to throw me off m’ game.  Does she mean it?” He questioned himself and her motives. “Never thought she would…a special friend…that’s what she calls me…”

 

He had to shake his head to clear the chaos from his mind.  He scrutinised her as she sat astride him.  There was a look on her face, which he had never seen before.  Triumphant, a look of power, a look of pure sexual energy, which seemed to make her eyes shine brighter.  Did she want him or was it just her playful way of riling him up?   With a pretend show of strength and a loud growl to hide his feelings he pried his arms free and pushed her backwards.  Using his tremendous strength and dexterity he grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her from the mat.  Grunting hard he ran her back into the gym wall a few feet away, slamming her solidly into it and knocking the wind from her body.

 

“So ya wanna play dirty huh?” He growled, breathing heavy; his inner beast aroused by her seductive play and swirling earthy scents.

 

She looked at him for a moment, a wry smile on her lips, the answer clearly ‘Yes’ in her soft blue eyes.  She felt more intoxicated from her strange yearnings by the moment and the sensation of his hot breath on her cheek chilled her skin.  They stared intensely at each other for what seemed like eternity; neither one wishing to break the heavily charged moment.

 

Ororo let her mind focus on her sense of touch; feeling his chest rise and fall against hers, and the tightening grip of his hands around her wrists. 

 

Her beauty was almost overwhelming.  The goddess spirit - housed in her firm, muscular body - contained the power to drive a man insane or calm even the wildest beast.  Her dazzling blue eyes could pierce the hardest of souls and Logan fought with every ounce of his being to control himself.  But pinning her to the wall, his instincts finally overcame the common sense that told him to keep his distance.  He pressed forward closing his eyes, pushing his lips to hers in a hard, powerful kiss.  The first touch of tender flesh forced a moan from both of them.  He wanted to pull away, to tell himself it wasn’t right, but as he opened his eyes he found her staring back at him with such intensity that he couldn’t help but press a little harder.

 

“Is that what ya wann’ed?” He asked, panting as he pulled away.

 

She gasped for air, her body almost buckling startled by his sudden expression of desire and the ferocity of his kiss.  “Do you?” She replied in a soft liquid voice, trying to hold back the tornado of emotions with her calm exterior.  This was no longer a tease.  In the blink of an eye the fun was swept away.  She stared deep into his eyes but unlike all the times before he didn’t look away.

 

“I think ya know I do Ro…. have done since the first moment I saw ya.”  His guard was down, it was not what he should have said, but it came out anyway.  Years of penned up sexual tension ravaged his body.  All he had ever wanted was right there in his arms.  She felt him begin to shake as he pressed against her.  The air in the room seemed to thicken around them and all that could be heard was their breathing.

 

“Oh goddess! Help me.” She screamed in her mind, fighting to drive down the irresistible feelings of desire.  “He tastes so incredible…did he mean what he said…about always wanting me?  I feel…wonderful!! So alive.  I’ve never felt this way before…what has brought this out in me...in us?…”

 

“Jeez, what the hell are ya doin’? His mind whirled…Ya promised yerself ya wouldn’t do this… we’re just friend’s is all…But does she really want me, want this? God, I’ve wanted her fer so long… so hungry fer her… this could be a big mistake, Bub… But it could b’ fuckin’ fantastic!”

 

He didn’t have time to finish his last thought.  Storm pressed her lips to his with such force she pushed him back, tripping him and causing them to fall onto the mat.  For a moment he lay there, still and dazed, his body tense as she lay atop him.  But as her presence awakened his senses he instinctively wrapped her in his bear-hug of a grip.

 

There in his arms she felt safe…. she felt… wanton.  Her heart pounded like thunder.  She pressed into him, not wanting an inch of her body to be separated from his.  She felt the stirring of powerful earthly passions and the goddess spirit filled her with driving urges the likes of which she had never experienced before.

 

They kissed and this time it didn’t stop as intense attraction swamped them both.  He covered her face in kisses and licks and gentle nips tasting her firm flesh; slightly salty from exertion with a hint of coconut from the moisturiser.  Biting delicately at her neck and cheek he listened to the soft moans rumbling in her throat; the sound driving him wild as she squirmed in his grip.  The fiery aroma of her scent saturated his lungs, letting fly all the erotic thoughts he had spent years suppressing, the ache in his groin grew and he allowed himself to rock his hips just a little, pressing the ache into her thigh.  He ran his hands slowly down the sides of her body feeling each curve.  Reaching the bottom of her sports top, he pushed his fingers underneath touching the smooth chocolate skin on her back with his fingertips.  It was so soft, but he could feel the work-hardened muscles underneath it and knew the power that resided there.  He’d wanted to wrap her tight in his arms for so long now, and now that he had her, the feeling scared him and excited him at the same time.  He moved slowly up her back, savouring each caress as a warm wave of pleasure passed over him.

 

Ororo nibbled at his earlobe, breathing softly whispering barely audible moans and sighs into his ear, causing him to shudder with delight.  She smiled at his reaction and ran her tongue over the sensitive skin behind his ear.  She felt his head roll back a little with a moan, exposing his neck to her.  She pressed her mouth to it, taking a little bite of flesh, feeling his hands tighten around her waist as he growled his satisfaction.  Running her fingers through his thick black hair, she tugged gently at his wolfish tufts as he held her.  She felt him slide his palms over her waist and she suddenly tensed, his strong warm hands stroking her and moving up her back.  They were thick and hard; callused from years of hard living, but they rolled over her skin with such gentleness and grace.  She had never been touched like this before. 

 

Each felt driven on to explore the other’s body; slowly and carefully kneading and squeezing at exposed flesh.  Logan fondled her back, sweeping his fingers lightly over it in lazy circles as she explored his neck and chest.  Finding the hardened dark nub of a nipple surrounded by thick chest hair, Ro let her tongue trace around its edge.

 

Logan bucked as hot breath and cool wetness teased the sensitive flesh. “godddd… damn Ro!”  he groaned as she pressed her lips lightly to the dark button.  His arms tightened around her narrow waist as he tilted his head up to watch her ministrations.  The sight of this silver-haired beauty tonguing his nipple drove him crazy; his already hypersensitive skin registering intense pleasure at her actions and sending his already swelling manhood standing to attention and tenting the cloth of his pants.

 

She wanted to tear at his skin; dive into him, to feel every muscle and sinew of his powerful frame wrapped around her.  She travelled a little further, feeling his hardness slide against her arm as she did so, making her smile at the thought of the effect she was having on him.  She placed soft kisses to his belly and the top of his pants, before sliding effortlessly over his body to recapture his mouth with hers.  Moans of pleasure and grunts of enjoyment echoed off the gym walls as the pair rolled over and over on the mat.  Mouths hungrily devoured each other, savouring taste and texture; exploring new territory. 

 

Finally Ro pulled away gently. “Logan …oh my love, I want you.” She whispered, breathing hard.

 

He pushed loose strands of hair back off his face, amazed at what this chaste beauty laying beside him was saying - she wanted him, she really wanted him and he closed his eyes for a moment savouring her words, his heart pounding in his chest.  A lifetime of wanting seemed to melt way; his time had finally come.  “Ororo, I was afraid t’ ask.  Ya make me…. come ‘ere.”

 

He pushed himself up from the gym floor and reached out, taking her by the hands and pulling her to him.  They stumbled backwards in their embrace; kissing, clawing at each other.  Only when they hit the wall did they stop.

 

“Will ya let me…”  He asked almost nervously. “Will ya let me make love ta ya.”

 

“Logan…oh yes, oh please.”  Ro whispered.

 

Logan stepped back and the unmistakable sound of his claws broke the stillness as he raised his hand to her chest.  She breathed hard relaxing her body, knowing instinctively he would not harm her.  With a single gentle movement he cut the cloth of her top and shorts; the lycra material springing back to reveal her naked body.  She gasped at the suddenness of it – so exposed and yet so ready for what he had to offer.

 

Moving in close he hungrily pushed aside the remains of her clothing, pausing to admire the exquisite curves of her figure and the soft milk-chocolate colour of her skin.  He let his hands run down slowly from the nape of her neck, softly massaging her flesh, taking time to enjoy each inch of her.  Closing her eyes she pressed her back into the cold wall, feeling every inch of his warm palms caressing her skin.  His fingers slid down her cleavage to cup her shapely, full breasts in each hand.  Bending, he ran his tongue around the perfect mounds - feeling her body shudder under his touch  - before taking each one in turn slowly into his mouth.  He let the tip of his tongue dance over each pert nub before nipping them gently between his teeth; listening to her yelp and moan with the pleasant sharpness of it as she squirmed against his caresses.  The sweet taste of her skin filled his mouth and the pheromone-laden scent of her body made his crotch ache.  But he didn’t rush, he took his time, mouthing her breast gently, enjoying the feeling of the rise and fall of her chest against his cheek.

 

He nuzzled against her, letting his thick side-burns stroke her body.  The spikiness of his whiskers and the firmness of his hands sent shivers pulsing down into her abdomen.  Ro shuddered and whimpered, she felt unable to move and strangely weak.  Shaking, she placed her hands gingerly on his chest letting the tips of her fingers run over his pecks and washboard stomach; feeling the softness of the dark hairs under her hands.  She broke his concentration for a moment and he lifted his head from between her cleavage.  Her full lips pouted, hot and pink as blood rushed through her veins and he leaned in to take another gentle kiss; a tender smile playing across his face.  She felt the probing force of his tongue against her lips and parted them just a little, trembling at the sensuousness of it as his tongue darted over them and filled her mouth; wrapping itself around hers like a snake.  The firm hot flesh of his torso pressed against her naked body and she allowed herself to let go, finally embracing the insatiable urges that besieged her.  Writhing, she raised her arms and stretched out her body for him; arching her back and curving her body like a bow.  He watched her from under dark brows; broad, powerful shoulders, prominent collarbones that framed her slender neck, leading to perfectly rounded breasts that bobbed gently as she breathed, narrow waist and wide firm thighs aching to be caressed and long smooth legs that carried this most graceful of women.  Instinctively he grasped her wrists, pinning them to the wall above her head as he leaned in to kiss her slowly, making it impossible for her to move.

 

“Ya drivin’ me crazy!” He growled, releasing her from his grip for a moment.

 

“And you are making me light-headed.” She whispered.

 

“That ain’t all darlin’.  See what ya doin’ t’ me!”  Taking her hand in his he placed it to his crotch.

 

He was thick and hard, and Ro’s eyes widened at the thought of this awesome creature and the pleasure he had to offer her.  She smiled internally as she realised there was nothing between that firm skin and the softness of his black linen pants.  She didn’t hesitate; with insatiable curiosity she slowly slid her fingers from his groin, tracing them up to the top of his pants.  Seductively she eased her fingers inside the waistband, wriggling her hands in until they were fully enclosed by the elastic.  She let her hands rest there for a moment, moving her fingers in tiny little circles on his hips. 

 

“Uuunn.”  He moaned, letting his head rest on her shoulder as she teased him, holding his body as still as he could.  He so desperately wanted her to complete the act. His body throbbed with wanting, and he rocked forward pushing his growing hardness a little against her body.  Feeling the solidness of his manhood and his urgent chafing against her body she slowly began to push at the material.   Sliding the billowing black pants down, she let her hands caress the firm muscles of his butt as she did so.  The pants fell to the floor and he stepped from them, kicking them aside.  He straightened up, standing fully exposed before her - proud and majestic - undaunted by his nakedness.  She had rarely seen such a prefect body before; thick muscular legs gave way to hard thighs. The dark vee-folds of his skin - where his hips met his torso - seemed to point like arrow markers to his thick shaft, which was outlined by the dark line of hair running up his body to roll out over his broad chest, complementing his thick sideburns and dishevelled hair. 

 

The sight of his manhood filled her with apprehension and excitement in one enormous wave of emotions.  But the ache in her abdomen told her she had to have him, to experience the wonder of his body.  She smiled at him, that mischievous smile he knew so well when she was about to do something she shouldn’t.

 

“Oh goddess I want you Logan!” She whispered, tracing a hand up his broad chest, “Please…make love to me.”

 

And he knew in that moment nothing would stop him fulfilling her request.  Wrapping his arms around and under her backside he scooped her up and pressed her back to the wall.  Instinctively she wrapped her long brown legs around his back to support her weight and put a hand around his neck.  For long moments they watched each other, feeling the growing tension and desire in each others bodies.  The wetness grew between Ro’s legs as she imagined what they were about to do. 

 

Logan’s body throbbed; he could feel the pulse of his blood as it rhythmically beat in his shaft.

 

“Is this really what ya want darlin’?” He asked, breathless with his arousal.  He had to be sure; from this moment on there was no going back.  She nodded and smiled.

 

Part 2

 

Logan shifted his balance and loosened a hand from around her bottom.  Ro watched as he reached down between his thighs and held up his swollen erection for her.  She blinked slowly and sighed with happiness.  Without saying a word she began to lower herself slowly down onto him.

 

The first gentle pressure of the head of his shaft against her womanhood sent waves of pleasure shooting through her body and her muscles spasmed; her body trembling with anticipation.  He waited, watching her, anticipating every move of her graceful body; not wanting to force her, but to let her come to him willingly.  Slowly she relaxed, pushing a little further.  Her body resisted, the pressure building, the heat of him between her legs moistening her petals.  Then with one exquisite burst her body let him enter.  He watched her beautiful face contort in pleasure and felt the tightness of her womanhood encompass him as she took him inside, arching her back from the wall. 

 

“Ohhhh…Lo..gan!”  she yelled out as the ecstasy of their joining shook both their bodies.

 

Growling, he gently pressed into her, slow and deep, letting her feel his presence.  She gasped as he delved within her, filling her beyond what she thought possible.  He held himself there for a long moment as he thought that he might explode if he moved.  This had to be right, the way he’d imagined so many times, he wanted nothing more than to please her.  Ro forced him to shift as her legs tightened around him, wanting to pull him in as close as she could.  Slowly he rocked against her thighs, watching her expression; her hard body undulating with his every move.

 

A little harder and faster as her heat encompassed him, he groaned with every drive, sensing their unbridled desire and lust building with each thrust.  He lost himself in the moment, the rolling mist that signified the waking of his inner beast, began to consume him.  His base instincts took control, a need to give her what she wanted, to fulfil the need that consumed them both. 

 

Ro too entered another world.  All the elements seemed to converge.  Lightning flashed across her mind as she trembled with each push of his body against her; thunder rolled, mixing with his deep growls.  The heat gathered in her body as if the sun shone brightly on her skin, and beads of perspiration coated her flesh like drops of rains; cool and sharp like little pinpricks.  All the colours around her seemed brighter, more vivid.  She felt like flying, like she was being propelled through the air, the wind rushing in her ears.  “ALL…I want ALL of him!!” her mind screamed.

Time stopped.

Their rhythm became fast and frenzied, and Logan growled deeply as he drove into her, his inner animal breaking through the mists of his mind as he filled her with his pleasure.  All the wanting finally released from his shaking body.  She instinctively knew he was reaching incredible heights of desire, she could sense it - the powerful scent of his sex filled her nostrils, freeing the last restraints on her own natural sensuality.  For the first time in what seemed like forever she opened her eyes.  Looking down she saw him in all his magnificence; body glistening with sweat, face contorted, deeply focused, pile-driving her against the wall.  The sight of this beautiful creature wrapping her in his wild love finally released the untamed tempest hidden within the recesses of her body.  She reached down between her legs desperate to drive herself beyond her body and with her free hand she pressed a finger to her hard little bud.

“Oh Goddesssss!” She yelled, throwing back her head and writhing off the wall as a silver cascade of hair flew out over her shoulders.

Logan raised his head and focused on her.  Before him Ororo’s taut athletic body squirmed as she intensified her own pleasure.  The thought of this erotic act drove him wild.  He felt an aching wave flow through his abdomen and into his shaft, hardening it more than he thought it had ever been before.  He groaned as the painful pleasure tightened his balls still further.  He felt her inner softness squeeze and pulse around him, forcing him on to give them more of what they needed.

“Oh Jeezz.”  He hissed through clenched teeth as he fought to hold on, determined to savour every exquisite moment; the softness of her skin, the hardness of her body, the elegance of her writhing motions, the sound of her erotic pants and moans.  She was truly a goddess in his eyes.

They were as one, their bodies straining with frenzied passion, rolling against each other, synchronised in desire.  She could feel he was close to the edge.  The soft hairs on his body seemed to ripple, the veins in his neck and temple pulsed with each thrust and his lips were pulled back in a snarl, revealing sharp fangs.  He met her stare with two defiant blue eyes, glistening with uninhibited desire.  Deep resonant growls and soft melodious whimpers filled the air as the two made their pleasure known.

Shallow and fast he pumped, barely penetrating her wetted folds as he held her without effort in his arms.  His sensitive tip absorbed every touch of her tightness as he pushed against her.  Watching her, he could feel the incredible power between them.  The heat escaping her body ignited an uncontrollable fire, which cascaded through his belly, spreading over his body, through his chest - constricting his breathing - and into the veins in his neck.  The wave hit his head making it pound.  Ro returned his gaze with the intensity of a raging blizzard, her mane of white hair bouncing over her shoulders, her body writhing and twisting as if tossed on the very wind itself.  She could feel the swell of sexual ecstasy rising inside her as it passed between their bodies.

In the last moments, as their bodies finally gave in to the furious passion, it was then that Ororo saw him, the man – the animal – before her every aspect of him suddenly laid bare.  Everything he hid was open to her and she accepted him with all the grace of a true goddess.  They had consummated the years of devotion and loyalty to one another in the most intimate way possible; and nothing would ever come between them.  He focused on her eyes, those deep blue pools he wanted to dive into; they made him sad, they made him rage, they made him even more hungry for her. 

Then the wave of complete bliss consumed them.  Logan threw back his head and let rip with an almighty howl releasing his seed into her, driving her back into the wall with incredible force.  She drove her nails into his back, gripped tight with her legs, feeling the white-hot heat of his passion filling her and the agony and ecstasy of their love-making lift her body into the air as she joined him in a chorus of wild rapture.

Several convulsions passed over them shaking their rigid bodies. Then spent, they relaxed, sweat running in rivulets from their flesh.  His head rested on her breast and he panted with exhaustion.  She leaned back against the wall, eyes closed; revelling in the pleasure they had shared. The scent of their passion filled the air around them.  Finally the fog in her mind cleared and she looked down and raised his face to hers.

“We’re one.” She whispered. With tears of joy in her eyes she kissed him lightly on the cheek.

He smiled at her, too sated to speak but he understood.  The animal for a time returned to its lair. 

Holding her in his strong arms he carried her to a workout bench and lowered her down.  Peeling himself away, he gently broke his connection with her.  A look of surprise filled Ro’s face when she saw his manhood still hard and erect.  For a moment he looked embarrassed, a wry smile spreading over his face.

“Sorry darlin’,” he said apologetically.  “It’s a ‘wolfy’ thing.” He added, teasing her with her own nickname for him.

 Ororo giggled, that all too familiar look of mischief on her face.  “I understand my love,” she said softly, stretching out over the bench, her surprise turning to longing, “It is just your nature…but as with all things the goddess has provided a solution.”  And with that she held out her hands to him.

 

He pursed his lips in a half smile and his eyes glistened.  His firm muscular body towered over her as he shifted his weight and let a growl grow in his chest.  The delicate smell of her body and the tang of her sex filled his nostrils – she was overwhelmingly happy and he could feel it.  The initial driving carnal desire had passed and he stood before her with a new even more tender affection, but that affection released the beast from its cage once more.  He pounced at her on the bench, holding his body up just inches from her, sucking in their joined scent in long drawn breaths.  She could feel the heat radiate from him across the space, like the first rays of sun on her body at dawn.  As he nuzzled her neck she let out a little playful yelp and a giggle and the pair wrapped themselves again in each other’s passion.

 

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Some time later….

 

Ro parted her legs just a little to accommodate him.  They had found a spot nestled in a pile of thick foam mats and pulling several towels and their crumpled clothing with them, had settled into each other’s arms.  Logan smiled hungrily at her and he positioned himself before leaning gently over her. Carefully he placed his hand by her head letting it take his immense weight, before sinking down, just inches from her quivering body.  Ro lay quite still, watching him as he moved effortlessly over her.  First she felt the softness of his manhood caress her abdomen and tried desperately to control her urges, wanting more than anything to feel him fill her once more, then the firmness of his belly touched hers followed by the soft hairs of his chest gently tickling her breasts.  She sighed with the caress, his face coming to a halt just above hers as he studied her for a moment; taking in every crease, every subtle shading of her delicate brown skin.  His head twitched a little as he allowed himself to sniff the aura around her, the heady tang of sex and earth and sky flooded his lungs, giving him a natural high.  Slowly without breaking his eye contact he began to move downward.  She tensed under him, anticipating his actions.  Holding himself up with his right arm and balancing easily between her legs he lowered his face to her heaving mounds.  Ro arched and cried out as Logan’s mouth made contact with a hard round nipple.  Deftly he let it roll along his lower lip, letting sensitive skin tease sensitive skin.  All the time his eyes never left her face, watching every movement, every response.  As his tongue slipped out over his lips he allowed the saliva to pool at the tip.  When tongue finally made contact with hardened nub the drop of clear liquid oozed over its surface, coating the button.  Ro moaned and arched up towards his mouth, but he pulled back just enough to deny her; he wanted her to feel the desire that burned in him.  As she settled he resumed his ministrations.  The single drop of liquid began to dry on her hot body and as it did so he moved his head and blew gently over the sensitive nipple.  Ro’s body buckled as the air evaporated the remaining liquid, instantly cooling the flesh it covered; the intense cold magnified by her responsive skin.

 

Logan smiled to himself as the leaned forward once more to take the delicate button in his hot mouth, this time with firmer lips.  Ro wailed and writhed under him, her body aching, her muscles quivering.  He traced his tongue around the fine brown areola teasing it with nips and licks until she was unable to concentrate on anything else.  She never felt his left hand slide down over her slim waist.

 

“Like syrup.” he thought as he glided his fingers over her skin.  As he watched her enjoy the sensuous pleasure he bestowed on her breasts he carefully shifted his weight to one side.  When Ro finally realised where her lovers hands where, Logan’s fingers had already pushed deep into the soft white fur of her strip and slid over the edge into her depths.  Her eyes widened as she felt the press of his fingertips against the bud of her womanhood and groaned loudly.  His mouth closed once more on her nipple and the overwhelming feeling of euphoria thundered through her body like a tidal wave.  As he sucked rhythmically as her breast his fingers moved in time.  Ro’s right leg moved involuntarily, drawing up and flopping out, opening herself up to the rocking action of his hand. 

 

For a moment Logan shifted his gaze from her face to her hidden beauty; soft dark glistening folds framed exquisitely by a white halo of fur, his fingers buried deep within them.  His member twitched at the shear elegance of her womanhood, his abdomen tightening to hold back the flood of desire waiting to burst forth and consuming him in feral lust.  He felt her begin to rock against his stokes, feeling her push wantonly against his fingers.  She felt like hot silk; smooth and liquid, gliding over his flesh.  He so desperately wanted to bury himself into her but held back letting the sensations rise to a raging crescendo.  Moving again he guided his mouth over her trembling flesh, teasing her.  As he reached the  join where her hips and torso met he finally shifted his position, pulling back and kneeling between her legs; never letting his fingers leave their soft warm place.  He watched her for several minutes push against him, holding his fingers still.  She guided her hips back and forth letting every inch of her sensitive beauty rub against his finger tips; her eyes tightly closed, her arms outstretched pawing the mats with her nails as she drove herself wild against his hand. When he could take no more of the erotic sight he sank forward, letting his mouth follow where his fingers travelled.

 

She yelled out as his face settled into the white downy softness of her mound and his hot breath played over her pulsing centre.  The sound echoed off the gym walls and Logan was sure he heard the rumble of thunder from outside.

 

She tasted so sweet, like dew and honey on his tongue.  As she squirmed against his fingers his lips found her hard swollen nub and she screamed out once more as he closed his eyes and let his mouth feel its way over her.  All the textures and tasted mingled and flooded his senses, she was exquisite and she was his.  At that thought he growled, sending deep vibrations into her most sensitive of places.

 

“Oh good Mother!”  Ro shrieked, the deep frequency spiking every nerve ending in her body.  Logan persisted, refusing the urge to pull away and give in to his desires.  He felt his solid shaft, seemingly heavy with wanting, rest against his thighs, pulsing and demanding to be allowed release, but he denied himself.  She was all that mattered.  She, the silver-haired creature that now drove him to near insanity.  Pushing his mouth and fingers ever deeper to stop the need in his own abdomen he watched her as he drove her to climax.

 

Ro was lost in her self; her body near exhaustion yet clinging to the shameless desire to prolong this incredible sensation forever.  She could no longer feel her body, only the centre of her womanhood, which he enveloped with his mouth and explored with his fingers.  Her muscles pulsed and tightened around him, forcing her into an ever-decreasing circle of want and lust and need.  When she could take no more her body spasamed and she gasped for breath, holding onto each choked lungful as if it where her last.  As his tongue penetrated her depths fully the air burst from her chest in a long unrelenting cry.  “AAAAHHHHH!”

 

Moments past, Logan slowly eased her down; comforting her with kisses and nuzzles.  As she panted her way back to reality he moved deftly over her and pulled her into his body, soaking up the heat and sweat that made her coco skin glisten in the afterglow of her rapture.

 

Part 3

 

“Damn woman, you’re incredible.”  Logan smiled, panting as he finally looked up at her from another endless bout of ravishing.

 

Ro, giggled and ran a hand over his cheek and into his hair, feeling him push lightly against it.  “No my love, it is you who are incredible.”  She whispered, placing a chaste kiss to his shoulder.  “You have released something in me today that I never knew existed.”

 

“That ain’t true, ya’ve always been amazin’ ta me.” He grinned.  “Always a force ta be reckoned with.”  I jus’ never thought….”  He trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.  “…thought ya’d want me.” His mind finished the confession for him; the long held belief he’d kept hidden for so long.

 

“Shh, love.”  She whispered in her soft melodious tones that always seemed to ease his troubled mind.  She placed a long manicured finger to his lips and he closed his eyes and sighed.  “Let me show you how incredible you are.”  She murmured in his ear.

 

He raised a questioning brow, then a wry smile spread over his face as a whirl of libidinous thoughts rushed through his brain.  Ro rolled towards him pushing him gently backward.  Logan complied, letting the soft foam mats take his weight.  He drew in a deep, peaceful breath as Ororo slid serpent-like onto his body.  She lay there for a long while examining his face and playing with the short damp hairs at his temples. 

 

“What ya lookin’ at darlin’?”  he asked.

 

She smiled tenderly, “Beauty.”  Was all she whispered.  Logan’s heart almost turned in his chest, tears rising to his eyelashes, but as she moved to make herself comfortable the soft silkiness of her skin brought him instantly back to arousal and as he fought back the hot liquid in his eyes he wrapped his big arms around her narrow waist and squeezed her tightly.

 

Ro placed small delicate kisses to his shoulders and collarbone, tasting the salty sweat that has dried on his flesh.  She wriggled in his arms and he loosened his grip allowing her to move where she willed.  Sliding down, pressing full lips to his skin, she let her tongue lick its way over the muscular torso of Logan’s body, playing fleetingly with his nipples that pushed forcibly through the thick mat of hair that swathed his chest.  He groaned and arched his back up to her but she did not stop her tender ministrations.  Pleasantly frustrated he lay back into the mats as she continued her journey.  As she reached the tender flesh of his rock-hard hipbone he flinched.  She paused, looking up at him.  He met her gaze with shining blue eyes and grinned back, “It tickles!”  He exclaimed in answer to her quizzical look.  Her eyes sparkled at him and she moved her head back to the sensitive spot. “Hey!” he yelped, but steadfastly she continued, keeping her lips in contact with his body, fluttering little kisses over the skin.  She heard him sigh and his body shudder as he forced himself to relax into the sensation; groaning a little as the tickle turned to a pleasurable ache that raised the hairs on his body and caused his semi-hard erection to stand to attention.

 

“Oh god Ro.”  He moaned, gently entangling his fingers into her hair, letting his hand move with her head.

 

As she kissed his inner thigh, she carefully lifted a handful of hair and wrapped it slowly around his erect phallus.  Logan gazed down at the beautiful body gently draped over and between his legs; one leg bent up over his and an arm resting on his thigh caressing his skin.  The sight of that silver mane encircled around his cock, the dark pulsing head pushing out from its midst like the first spring crocus breaking through the snow, drove him wild with desire.  He had to tense his stomach to stop himself from coming then and there, only the thick ooze of pre-cum escaped, glistening on the tip like a melting snowflake.  As she shifted position from one thigh to the other, strands loosened and fluttered down over his abdomen dancing across his skin; the bulk of her silver tresses slipping free to fall like silk over his twin sacs. 

 

“Ohhh dear god!”  He exclaimed throwing his head back against the mats, and gritting his teeth at the tantalising sensation.  Fumbling to grip her head in his hand to try and restrain her from this torment, he felt her rise up.  Staring at her through the haze of sexual bliss he watched as she moved a little up his body.

 

“Do you like that?”  She whispered softly.

 

“Huunn.”  Was all he could manage in reply.

 

Her lips caressed the sensitive skin lying under the soft black swathe of hair that surrounded his manhood, he arched and cursed as she carefully avoided his twitching member.

 

“Ro, oohh fuck…Ro”  He gasped.

 

As she moved he felt her fingers creep their way over his hip, closer, closer they moved until he began to pant with anticipation.  As her thumb and fingers closed around the base of his solid shaft Logan yelled out and writhed up into her hand.  Never before had he been treated to such erotic teasing and the final touch to his manhood made him rage.  Ro never faltered, sliding her hand slowly round until it encompassed the girth.  Although wonderfully solid, it was smooth and soft to the touch; almost delicate compared to the rest of his anatomy.  She held it there for a long moment her face only inches from it, feeling the throb in her palm, waiting until his thrashing subsided.  Slowly she began to move her hand, sliding the palm upward, tightening as she went.  Through the mists of delight and raging desire he watched his goddess take him, totally absorbed by the beauty of his nakedness.  As her delicate fingers closed over the hypersensitive flesh of his throbbing tip he lost control, his fists clenched, slamming into the mats with a thud, his lips parting and pulled back in a desperate snarl.  He arched from the floor throwing back his head, his eyes screwed tight shut and still she did not stop. As her hand pulled back, drawing with it the taut diaphanous flesh, the feral that lay encased within the man broke free of its bonds, it writhed and flailed and demanded more, yet undaunted by his rampant nature the spirit of calm, the still eye at the centre of his hurricane, Ro lovingly caressed his essence.  

 

She felt her body tense and ache as she watched him move against her palm. How could something so bestial, so natural, so beautiful be hers, she wondered in awe.  Moving in time to his demands she could feel the force of his imminent eruption pulsing at the base of his manhood, with a slow movement she raised her free hand and cupped him.  Logan let out an almost strangled cry as all the wild, swirling emotions of lust and love and want and passion burst over him.  The touch of her silken hand to this most vulnerable of places sent him spinning beyond even that which his inner animal could endure. With just a caress she had tamed him utterly and his body responded in kind.  Unable to hold back the flood he surged into her hand, releasing all he had, for her.

 

“Rooooo!!”

 

As he stilled, panting and twitching she gently released her grip letting his finally softening phallus rest against his thigh; the essence of his manhood sprayed over his abdomen.  She carefully slid over his body and rested at his side watching him; eyes closed, peace the only expression on his face.  He looked almost asleep.

 

“What ya lookin’ at darlin’?”  He suddenly asked, eyes still closed.  His deep gravely voice, horse from his vocalised lust made her jump a little.

 

She paused for a moment as she took in his dishevelled hair and sweat-soaked body and handsome masculine face.  Hearing nothing he slowly opened his eyes, blinking in the harsh lights of the gym.  Turning to face her he propped himself up on his arm and smiled; blue eyes sparkling.

 

Ro took in a deep breath and pushed it out from between her soft pink lips slowly.  “There are no words.” she whispered, “to describe the spirit of nature encased in a body of radiance and fury.”

 

Logan gazed at her in silence, she was beyond words, all that filled him was the unbound love and endless desire he finally knew had been released from the self-imposed exile in his heart.  He felt that if he took his last breath in that moment all that had gone before would be as nothing to the peace that descended on his soul.  If he cried now, if he sobbed uncontrollably in her arms, it would not matter.  He leaned forward, his heart pounding in his chest like never before, carefully he pulled her into his arms and rolled back drawing her with him onto his body.

 

In a matter of hours he had experienced a life-time of emotions, he had spiralled like a tornado with the fury of their initial passion and then the ferocity of wanting and now with the stillness of its passing, but always with her at its centre, where she had always been.