Fuensalida

Chapter 25

“Just a minute!” Logan slipped out of his chair in front of the desk and moved to his front door at the harried knock that had beckoned him. Visitors were a rarity for him, even more so now that his sister had moved out of the state. He was in no real hurry, he wondered if some solicitor had ignored the “no solicitors” sign, as they all did because to themselves they were the exception to the rule. Were they so desperate for a sale that they would drive out in this cold?

When he opened the door he could not help his eyes from widening and looking out at a figure looking beautifully angelic against the twilight drop scene behind her. Cassie Carlton was dressed in a puffy white jacket, a white hat on her head, stylish of course, white jeans that seemed to be glued to her body, and white boots. He could only imagine the sweater beneath it all.

“Good… evening,” he stuttered pathetically.

“To you as well,” she said briskly. Without waiting for an invitation she pushed into the house, several plastic bags filling her fingers and weighing her down. “I’m glad you were home.”

He felt absolutely too dumb to even be a gentleman and ask her if she needed help. “Yes, I’m here,” he stated the obvious. He closed the door, watching her breeze through his home like she belonged. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

Cassie turned to grin at him, placing the bags on his dining room table in the modern, and very blue, small home. “I’ve brought dinner and wine.” She demonstrated this by pulling out the wine bottle first.

“I see… Did I do something?” he asked. He tried to think if Celeste’s grades were falling, and he was pretty sure that she was doing even better than ever. “I’m pretty sure it’s not my birthday…”

Cassie chuckled, unwrapping containers he was pretty sure contained Chinese food. “Maybe I just wanted to see you.”

“Maybe…” he admitted, still not believing it, watching her cautiously. “At least it’s not bad news.”

Cassie continued to grin, crushing bags together and moving them aside. “How has Celeste been at school?” To Logan’s amazement the question had a hint of anger behind it.

“She seems to be improving a lot,” he told her cautiously. “I don’t know if you did something or not, but whatever it is, there’s definitely a change.”

Cassie was grinding her teeth, sparks in her usually warm eyes. “Good to know. Do you have any glasses? Wine doesn’t taste the same in plastic.”

“Uh, yes, that cabinet right there,” he pointed. He was still thrown off by her sudden arrival, and the difference in her personality was almost drastic. He still was enjoying her company despite it all. Cassie was a ray of sunshine in the dark winter nights, even if her mood had soured towards her daughter.

Cassie pulled down two glasses and walked back over to the table, popping the cork on the wine and pouring two glasses. There was no denying that Logan was still very rattled by her sudden arrival, even if she knew he was enjoying her appearance. “Don’t look so shocked, Mr. Gibbs,” she said with a smile, “I know you want me, so now is your chance to have me.” She took a long drink of her glass of wine.

Logan did everything he could not to swallow his tongue.

Cassie grinned and gripped her jacket, pulling it down over her body and dropping it to the floor. He was right, the shirt beneath was fabulous, a white sweater clinging to the perfect curves of her breasts. His mouth fell open, her hips swaying as she moved closer to him. She moved closer still, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer to her.

“I…”

“You?” She began sliding his shirt up, which he only obliged to help her with.

“We…”

“We?” She pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side.

His answer was stammering incoherently. She looked over his chest, surprised at the expanse of it, something that his perfect sweaters kept hidden. She smiled at him and gripped her own shirt and pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside. His eyes bulged and she grinned, reaching up and removing the white lace bra.

Cassie stepped back away from him, letting him take a good gander at her breasts and their perky nipples. While his eyes were distracted by the perfection of her she moved her hands quickly to her jeans and slipped out of them, kicking her boots off as well. He swallowed hard, unable to contain the shock of seeing her lack of panties beneath those jeans.

Cassie ran a hand down the front of her body slowly, his eyes following her finger’s path. “Did you change your mind?”

“Change… my… mind?” Why did it feel like his mouth was full of cotton?

“About how much you had already wanted me.” She stepped back over to him and ran a hand down the front of his body and to his pants, rubbing hard against them. His gasp was answer enough for her. “Obviously not.”

She leaned up and kissed him gently along his lips. He only tensed up, unable to really respond the way she wanted him to, or the way she wanted him to. “Touch me, Logan,” she demanded softly.

“I…”

She chuckled, her lips moving across his again. “Not that again.”

Cassie moved her hands to his pants, unable to wait for him to figure out what it is he is doing. She was impatient, and she needed him now. He was swallowing hard, watching her as she was stripping him down. His pants first, then his boxers, before she realized she needed to pull those shoes off of him. She was moving quickly, needing him, resting on her knees in front of him, her hand reaching up to his cock and gripping tightly. He gasped, and as she squeezed, let out a low moan of pleasure. She did not hesitate, her hand moving faster up and down his length.

“Good man,” she told him and leaned up and licked the head of his cock. Her hands continued to move quickly, her tongue licking along the head. He trembled hard, ready to fall over, not used to a woman so blatantly ready for sex, and especially one who seemed to know exactly what it was she was doing to him.

“You should move before you fall,” she told him, giving his cock a few more jerks. He tried to take a step but only managed to nearly fall again. She grinned up at him and moved high enough that her breasts brushed over his thick cock. Caressing his cock with her tongue, and rubbing her breasts along him, he was intently enjoying the pleasure.

“Oh… God…” he moaned loudly. He glanced down at her, his cock sticking straight out and throbbing for more.

Cassie licked her tongue over his cock again. “Now what do you want to do?” and licked him again. He shivered hard, biting his lip tightly. “That’s not an answer, teacher. You should be good at this.” She was still licking between words, watching him, breasts bouncing against him.

“Usually…” he admitted through the cotton mouth.

“Then what is it you want to do next?” She wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked hard on him. He let out a moan that sounded a bit like a cry of shock. He moved his hand out towards her, needing to put a hand on her head just to remain standing. She tolerated it, knew how much he seemed to need just this. She decided to give him a real treat and slid her tight hot mouth completely down his cock and sucked hard.

She looked up at him, watching him, moving quickly over his length. His gaze fell down to her, met her gaze and for a few long moments they held one another’s gaze while she worked his cock in her mouth. He nearly lost his voice as he moaned with pleasure. This feeling was like nothing before, he did not remember a woman having ever done this with such… attention to his cock before. Her tongue was everywhere, and he was going insane.

She pulled slowly off of him, never letting her gaze wander from his. “Fuck me.” He managed a quick nod. She leaned back across the floor, shifting onto her back and spreading her legs slowly. “Then fuck me.”

“On… the floor?” he asked, watching her nubile body.

“Yes.”

The last of his hesitation was gone. He moved down to the floor and slowly slid over her body, looking down at her. He felt the throbbing erection bump against her wet pussy and then her legs wrap around his hips trying desperately to pull him closer. He moved a hand to one side of her, the other hand moving down to his aching cock, stroking it, moving himself closer to her.

“Now,” she demanded, lifting her hips for him.

He rubbed the head of his cock along her wet lips, feeling her need nearly dripping down her body. She rubbed herself back against him, no hesitation in her movements.

She lifted, pushing towards his cock, trying to push him deeply inside of her. He obliged her with a hard thrust of his hips, moving deeply into her body in one quick movement. Her legs tightened around his body, holding him in place, her hips lifting to keep him buried as deeply as he would go. He still thrusted into her, moving deeper still.

Together they moved, pushing and sliding against one another, her legs still wrapped tightly around him. She did not want to stop their movements, only hinder him from moving too far out of her body. She needed him, more than she had realized. Her whole body burned with need for him to push deeper, harder, further still.

Cassie kicked and whimpered, shaking over his cock, surprised at how fast he was driving her to orgasm. It felt like they had just begun and already she was tightening around him, her moans growing louder. Logan kept pumping hard, wanting to watch her scream out in pleasure. His hands gripped her, pulling her against his hard thrusts. Watching her cum was like magic to him, he had never seen a grown woman abandon herself enough to writhe under him like that. He had never felt someone wrap around his cock in such a delightful way. The pull of her body against his had his own balls growing tight, his thick cock growing fatter with need.

“Yes, oh f…” she could not manage the full words, her body still shuddering, her hands reaching up to tear at him instead. “Yes!” she screamed again when she felt him holding back.

“Are you sure?” he asked, though he was grunting, so close to filling her. It was hard to hold back when she was moving so perfectly along his throbbing cock.

“Yes, please!” she screamed out, shaking under him, gripping him tighter.

He cried out, thrusting hard, erupting into her. Their bodies moved in rhythm, spending each others’ last energy. She gripped and shook and he panted, grinding himself into her.

Grinning, Cassie leaned up and kissed him lightly. He managed a small kiss back on her sweet lips, still panting heavily.

Cassie leaned back on the floor, spreading herself out a bit. “You… should probably drink some of that wine now.” She did not want to admit how badly she was shaking, or that she was panting from more than exertion at this moment. She had been with two men in her life before this moment, it was still a lot to take in, even if she had come to him willingly.

“You think so?” he asked, still gazing down at her.

“Yes,’ she panted.

Logan started slowly pushing himself up from her. Cassie helped by sliding herself along the floor and sitting up. He pushed himself slowly to his feet, gazing down at her. For a moment he could only take her in, the beauty of her naked figure. He reached down and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her into them.

Cassie leaned forward and licked his lips lightly. “Lets drink, eat, and then do it again.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” he told her, for the first time having enough wits about him this evening to agree.

“I thought so,” she smiled.

He smiled back, that soft smile she was growing to admire. “A very good plan.