[If Jean preferred soft and sweet sex at all times, Logan wouldn't hesitate to give that to her. He's capable of it, their second time was more like that than this kind of open fucking. But they match each other in a special way, in a way that wants nails and teeth, that wants them to feel this down to their very toes. He groans louder at the bite of her nails on his skin and even if she dug deep enough to leave marks or draw blood, his healing factor immediately fixes it. But the point is he wants it. He wants her to mark him and feel free to use his body. He definitely cannot break. He's pure muscle and power, and he's all hers.
Logan sees that fire in her eyes and his own react to it with open hunger. He likes this part of her. He likes her hair tossing and that she's unable to stop from gasps and moans. He'll hear them echoing in his ears for a long time. He likes that she's dangerous, just as she likes it about him. She could rip him to shreds if she wanted to, and Logan isn't afraid. There is absolute trust between them. She trusts he will take care of her, and he trusts she would only hurt him in the ways he enjoys.
Hearing her say always yours is devastating in the way he thought it would never happen. Jean is giving herself to him in body and in heart. It's emotional for him since it's been so long since he had something truly good for himself. He isn't thinking anymore though. He can't. All he can do is feel her. She's moving with him, breathing with him; they're both unable to hold in their sounds of lust and pleasure. He's all groans and the occasional snarl, a guttural sound echoing his darker side. She clenches around him when she comes and he drops his head into her cheek, eyes closed, gasping for air.
He gives himself permission then to climb to the top. Logan's been on the precipice since she asked him to fuck her. Such filthy words between her luscious lips. Logan kisses down to her neck and burrows his nose into her arch of it, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, but he has enough of a mind to make sure it's somewhere she can hide under her clothes. She'll have his teeth marks on her like a badge of honor, or a reminder of the man devoted to her who just can't help himself. It's only a second after his teeth touch her that he thrusts forward as deep as possible, to the hilt, and releases with a strangled mention of her name. It's fairly loud but since he's muffled into her neck it stays reasonable.
Logan doesn't realize they're floating. He feels like he's floating, but he thinks that's from the endorphins. He lifts his head to kiss her and leans back to say something, only to glance around them and huff a laugh. His gis grin is all kinds of smug.] Sweetheart, we're levitating. [He thinks it's sexy and funny, not alarming or concerning. Logan kisses her with more tenderness than roughness this time. He's letting her know because if she drops them, that's definitely going to make a sound. An abrupt sound that could draw attention. And here he is balls deep inside of her.
He is loathed to move out of her, but it has to happen. Logan moves onto his side next to her but stays close.] That was unbelievably good. Insanely good. Impossibly good. Every time now. You're the hottest thing I've ever touched.
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Logan sees that fire in her eyes and his own react to it with open hunger. He likes this part of her. He likes her hair tossing and that she's unable to stop from gasps and moans. He'll hear them echoing in his ears for a long time. He likes that she's dangerous, just as she likes it about him. She could rip him to shreds if she wanted to, and Logan isn't afraid. There is absolute trust between them. She trusts he will take care of her, and he trusts she would only hurt him in the ways he enjoys.
Hearing her say always yours is devastating in the way he thought it would never happen. Jean is giving herself to him in body and in heart. It's emotional for him since it's been so long since he had something truly good for himself. He isn't thinking anymore though. He can't. All he can do is feel her. She's moving with him, breathing with him; they're both unable to hold in their sounds of lust and pleasure. He's all groans and the occasional snarl, a guttural sound echoing his darker side. She clenches around him when she comes and he drops his head into her cheek, eyes closed, gasping for air.
He gives himself permission then to climb to the top. Logan's been on the precipice since she asked him to fuck her. Such filthy words between her luscious lips. Logan kisses down to her neck and burrows his nose into her arch of it, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, but he has enough of a mind to make sure it's somewhere she can hide under her clothes. She'll have his teeth marks on her like a badge of honor, or a reminder of the man devoted to her who just can't help himself. It's only a second after his teeth touch her that he thrusts forward as deep as possible, to the hilt, and releases with a strangled mention of her name. It's fairly loud but since he's muffled into her neck it stays reasonable.
Logan doesn't realize they're floating. He feels like he's floating, but he thinks that's from the endorphins. He lifts his head to kiss her and leans back to say something, only to glance around them and huff a laugh. His gis grin is all kinds of smug.] Sweetheart, we're levitating. [He thinks it's sexy and funny, not alarming or concerning. Logan kisses her with more tenderness than roughness this time. He's letting her know because if she drops them, that's definitely going to make a sound. An abrupt sound that could draw attention. And here he is balls deep inside of her.
He is loathed to move out of her, but it has to happen. Logan moves onto his side next to her but stays close.] That was unbelievably good. Insanely good. Impossibly good. Every time now. You're the hottest thing I've ever touched.