Fuensalida

Chapter 29

Logan once more found himself interrupted from an interesting book by a knock on his door. To his amazement he felt his heart leap with anticipation and hope. He chastised himself for the ridiculous hope. Cassie had been a whirlwind the last time she had come to him, what would be her reasoning to come to him again.

And still it did not keep him from sliding out of his chair and looking through the peephole, coming eye to eye with the woman who knew he was on the other side. He fumbled and pulled at the door, swinging it open for the woman in front of him.

She shone that warming smile up at him. “I forgot the wine this time,” she announced.

He hardly heard her. His eyes, his ears, his every sense was overwhelmed by her. By the sight of her in a long red coat with white trim, by the ankle boots at her feet, and by the long expanse of belly he had seen a glimpse of, the rest of her only covered by small swaths of red velvet, something that was mildly representing a Christmas outfit.

“You look festive,” he said lamely. Remembering his manners, it was all he could seem to remember, he took a step back into the door and gestured her inside. “Please, come in out of the cold.”

“Thank you.” She stepped through his door and into his house, stomping her boots hard down on the mat, releasing them of the clinging snow. Appreciation for the way her hair glistened with the wet melting snowflakes was a mild word compared to what he felt every time she stepped into a room.

Absently he pushed the door closed and flipped a lock. “How… are you?”

“I’m wonderful, thank you,” she said in that easy voice. “How are you?” Deft fingers moved up to slide her coat off easily from her body, revealing those small swaths of fabric.

Eyes bulging he could only stammer out, “I’m…” before losing all control of his vocal chords.

“Are you going to get all shy on me again?” she teased, tossing her coat over the back of a chair, since his manners had once again dissipated with the throbbing erection between his legs.

“That’s… VERY festive,” he emphasized.

“I thought it worked for Christmas.” She put her hands on her hips and let the movement only emphasize the way the clothing fit her, snuggly, showing off the curves she had grown to herself appreciate.

His eyes kept roving over her body. “Very… merry… definitely.”

She grinned at him, no shame in the smile. “So I’m not a bad Christmas present?”

He shifted, feeling uncomfortable being this hard just from one glance at her. If a glance at her made him this hard he was afraid he would go off the moment her hands touched him. “Definitely… an amazing... Package.”

Chiming chuckles filled the air, her body doing a little spin so that he could take her all in. She did not neglect a little wiggle, just enough for him to watch her move in interesting ways that made him remember another night between the two of them, right by where she was standing now.

Logan bit his lip and she managed to strengthen the warmth in her grin. Cassie took a sliding step forward, and he wanted to stop her, to keep her where she was. He enjoyed the memory of her bowed back, her hips lifting to meet him. She kept moving toward him, not touching him, just filling his personal space with her essence.

Eyes roving over her body, he spoke in a much more assured voice than he had previously used when lusting after his student’s mother. “I can’t do it… simply don’t have the power to say no.”

Her grin grew. “Then touch me, Mr. Gibbs.”

He did not hesitate. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her closer, letting her heeled feet slide across his tile, her grin wide as their bodies pressed together. Logan leaned down, looking at the ample cleavage heaving at him. Hot lips buried themselves against her warm skin, moving across the tops of her breasts, listening to her moan in pleasure. He could not stop himself from moving his lips, sucking on the supple skin knowing one wrong mark and they would be caught. The act was all the more exciting knowing they should not have been together, that he was dreaming thinking he could make her his own, even if just for the nights they spent together, because he was certainly hoping for more of these.

Wrapping his hands around her ass he lifted her, pulling her tighter against him, her feet lifting off of the floor so he could continue his hot trail along her breasts. She leaned her head back in a pure undulating moan of pleasure, her hands reaching out to him, forcing the buttons of his shirt open in quick haste.

He only sucked harder, her hands forcing the shirt opened but stuck as his hands were wrapped along her ass, squeezing and massaging into it while his lips continued to move in pleasure over her skin.

His lips sucked harder and her hands move to force his hands away from her. He growled in frustration against her skin, a complete primal sound that reverberated along her skin. She loved the astonishing feeling of the pure masculinity the man was exuding, she loved it more when she tore his shirt from his body and looked upon that perfect naked chest, that body she knew was not used as often as it should have been.

Her hands moved down to the growing bulge pressing against his casual pants. She enjoyed the feel of him through the rough and worn material, pushing hard along his erection, wanting him to know her need through just the press of her hands.

His hands moved back to her body. He knew. He wanted it just as much, if not more. More, it definitely more, it was all he could think of, it consumed him while his hands reached that little top along her breasts and yanked it roughly downwards, freeing her breasts from the enclosure.

With a careless pull of her hands she had his pants torn open, pushing them down his hips and away from him. He moaned, squeezing her breasts tightly together, massaging the skin, watching her hands move to drop his clothing around his ankles. This time he was prepared, barefoot and ready to step out of his clothes, naked before she could take another intake of breath.

She began to move, smiling that warm smile, a different sort of warm smile. Seduction tipped the corners, need filled out her lips, and he wanted to take that warmth and make it his. He leaned down to kiss her, to take her mouth, but she kept moving back, teasing his aching lips until she bumped into the couch.

Cassie moved away from Logan, her eyes dark with need, her legs bumping the couch. He once more moved down to kiss her and met air as she fell back onto the couch, running gloved hands over her body and to her skirt. His eyes moved over her skin, watching her hands anxiously. She wrapped her hands around the flimsy material and slid it off of her, tossing it aside. There was something unendingly enticing about a woman in gloves and heels… and nothing else.

Her hands moved slowly between her legs and inward, rubbing herself gently between her legs. He licked his lips, unable to pull his eyes away if he had wanted to. This was even more enticing, knowing a woman was this wet and ready for him to enter her, watching the evidence stain the tips of her gloves.

Logan moved onto the couch towards her, rubbing his hands up her thighs. His eyes moved to her fingers along her wet folds, his cock anxious for her. She watched him, sliding her hands away from herself, laying back and lifting her hips.

Logan’s hands moved higher, gripping her thighs and spreading her legs, his eyes directly on her pussy, watching her lift and fall slightly. He gripped her legs tighter, lifting them higher and toward her head, lifting her more. Flexibility was a great thing, and she definitely was flexible. He leaned forward, pinning her legs high, his tongue running between her lower lips and giving her a hard lick. She moaned, shaking hard against the hands holding her in place. He only pushed harder on her legs, holding her down, making sure she can not escape him as he licked her fast. Wiggling his tongue, he moaned against her body, feeling her grow damper with the movements of his tongue.

His mouth moved over her with a fevered passion she was surprised to find she enjoyed. Her husband had never wanted to do as much to her, and her new husband was definitely more interested in another person. Instead she was finding absolute pleasure in a man who originally had only been concerned for her daughter and now was delving his tongue inside of her, pumping her body with it, his finger moving to rub hard at her clit.

She reached down to him, squirming again him. He fingers wrapped around the delicate tendrils of his hair and gripped tightly. “More,” she demanded, her hips moving to pump his tongue right back.

Mistaking her meaning, purposefully, his hand moved from her clit so he could push a finger hard into her body. Velvet walls gripped and pumped at his finger, her moans filling the room. He shifted, pumping his finger hard into her, feeling her ride the digit, his tongue moving around her to her clit, pressing along it and wiggling the tip against it. The cry of absolute ecstasy heeded him on, taking more from her, giving her more of what was making her want.

“More!” she cried out in desperation. Logan’s answer was a second finger pushing into her, pumping her hard, letting her ride his thick fingers. He watched her body bounce, even laid out on the couch. Breasts moved hard with the force of his pumps, her whole body was shaking around his fingers. “Fuck… Logan… I want you.” His answer was to only pump her hot body harder. “Logan, fuck me!” she demanded of him, moaning loudly, aching for more of him. Again his answer was hard pumping and a perfect wiggle of his tongue. “Logan, fuck me, please,” she whimpered out.

This time she had his attention. He shifted, moving over her, looking down at her. Thick fingers wrapped around his shaft, guiding it to her wanting slit and thrusting hard into her, grinding himself deeply. She cried out loudly, her toes in the air, her ass lifting so she could push herself harder against him. Feet shifted and she rested her ankles on his shoulders, needing something to hold her in the position as he pounded into her.

Pound into her he did. He was absorbed in her this time. It was all about his need for her, his burning desire for this woman who had seduced him from the first moment he had seen her, had even heard her voice. He pounded hard into her, grinding, and pumping, her body moving with his, her tight pussy gripping him. He pistoned her violently, needily, taking her like he had never been able to take anyone before.

“Yes, harder!” she screamed out in pleasure, moving with him. She was wincing at the pain of the violence he induced, and still she was only growing wetter, wanting him deep inside of her and to move quickly deeply.

He thrusted harder, reveling in the feel. She pushed back, her body having the tight pull of a woman on the verge of an orgasm, and he wanted it. A growing desire to watch her lose that perfect control over a situation, he had to have it.

“Oh fuck,” he could not keep himself from saying, panting hard as he worked himself through her body. She shook and lifted to greet him, her body taking his happily, her body jerking and her face holding on to the slight wince.

Holding back he began to pull back the rapid pumps, but she was shaking her head, her body growing tighter around his in the beginning of the writhe. “I’m so…”

He could not hold back now, he drove himself deeper and listened to the scream she let out in pleasure, her body nearly convulsing, her quick fingers wrapping around the arm of the couch to keep herself from knocking herself right off of the rough material.

“Please!” she begged of him through the screams of pleasure.

“Come on…” He pulled himself out of her quickly and she cried out in remiss, still aching for more of it. He sat back on the couch, gripping his thick cock and pointing it upward. Like the sexual mistress she had taught herself to be, she knew what to do. Her body moved quickly to him, over him, straddling his hips to rub herself against his upright erection. Pure sexual desire had her driving herself down on his cock, loving the way he gasped, it was a completely different emotion that had her lips locking with his, kissing him hard even as she began to bounce along his cock. His hands moved back to her ass, gripping it firmly and pulling her up and down on his thick length.

Grinding down on him, she felt him shudder in pleasure, her lips pulling back from his, a grin teasing the corners of her lips. Just as suddenly as she had driven herself down on his thick cock she was bouncing over him, not letting him relish in any one feeling for too long. She wanted him to go through the whole gambit, need, desire, aching for more, wanting to release, and being pulled back from that release.

“Oh yes…” he moaned it, swelling quickly inside of her. “God, yes.”

“Yes, God, you feel good,” she moaned. She leaned forward and sucked on his lip, bouncing over him, breasts rubbing against his bare chest as she moved. She slowed herself down, wanting him to hold back, not ready for this encounter to end yet, even if she knew she herself would lose momentum, she was enjoying the feel of the friction too much.

“Yes, more,” he moaned. His fingers gripped her ass and was pulling her, trying to get her to move harder and faster again. He was read to fill her, he could not handle her holding back any longer. The teasing was at an end, he would force the result if he had to.

He did not. His moaning won him the rewards he was looking for. Her fingers slid over his shoulders and to the back of the couch, her body bouncing quicker up and down his length, her body tightening around him. He tensed, ready, and by the quick look in her eyes he knew she was as well. He cried out, gripping her tightly to him, erupting inside of her. She moaned and pressed her lips back to his, melting the sounds together, her body not slowing her bounce, milking his cock for every drop it was worth.

When he was spent, when she had every bit of him, they continued to cling to one another, panting and trembling against one another. Against his shoulder her head lay, her lips brushing his neck gently. “Was it okay for you?” He could only managed to grin, still panting. She grinned back, closing her eyes serenely.

“Staying for a while?” he asked of her, his arms squeezing her against him.

“Yes,” she told him simply.

“Fantastic,” he smiled.

“I’m not usually the…cheat on my husband type… just so you know,” she suddenly felt the need to blurt out, even wincing as she said it.

“I’ll… keep that in mind,” though he could not hide the light chuckle in his voice.

“Good,” she said, and leaned up to kiss him lightly. He wrapped his hand in her short hair and kissed her much harder back, ending the conversation portion of the evening effectively.