SOME MATURE SCENES
By the time Logan came home, I was already in bed thinking about all that Mrs. Stanley said to me.
A PI associate friend of dad's already contacted me and I gave him all of the information, that I have, about myself and the properties, I owned, the cabin and what else? The house?
I've been hitting my head against a wall trying to recall life in the Scott's household.
Grams and gramps were the most loving and caring grandparents anyone could ask for.
Daddy? I can't complain because he showered me with the same love as Jer and by the time Jess came, my grandparents had already taken me over.
Mommy? Did we have the close mother daughter relationship?
She hugged me, she kissed me goodnight. She rarely scold me. We didn't go shopping, like she did with Jess but I never objected because grams would take over whenever I felt left out.
"EEER" I muttered in frustration.
"Can't sleep either?" Logan asks beside me.
I didn't feel him come to bed, "I'm sorry" I apologized, "I didn't know that you were done showering." I turn to face him.
He smiled, but I notice it didn't reach his eyes, "I didn't want to wake you" he responded softly, with a yearning expression.
He knew I waking, "I was waking, I just didn't realize that I fell asleep again," which was the truth. Lifting myself off the bed, "Let's go eat" I reach for my chair, smiling brightly, ignoring his surprise look.
Reaching out a hand, he stops me, "I'm good. Go back to sleep." he moves to make himself more comfortable.
My mouth craves for the cheesecake in the refrigerator, "well I'm not" I threw the covers off me, slowly standing to use the chair.
Before I sat down, Logan swooped me up in his arms despite my protests. "Logan the doctor warned you!" I scold him. "Do you want us both to end up in wheelchairs?" I glared at him.
"We won't" he said confidently, carrying me to the kitchen and putting me to sit on the kitchen counter.
Feeling the counter tip with my hands, remembering grams warning to never sit on her kitchen counter and kitchen table.
With his head inside the refrigerator, "what are we looking for again?" I heard Logan ask, but before I could respond, "found it" he chuckles, closing the refrigerator door, after taking out the cheesecake.
"My baby knows me so well" I clap my hand excitedly.
I point behind me, "fork" I said, already opening the cover of the cake container.
Logan returned with a fork which he hands to me and without waiting I dug into the cake, moaning as the first piece reached my tongue. "Ummm, so good, so very good" I gushed with my eyes closed savoring the smooth taste.
Opening my legs, Logan stood between them, "you shouldn't do that" Logan advises me staring at me with dark haunting expression in his eyes.
"Feed me" he whispers huskily, his lips on the edge of my mouth, ravishing mines.
Forgetting about the cake, on the table, I wrapped my arms around his neck, opening my mouth which was all the invitation he needed.
"Hmmm, so good, so very good" Logan groans, mimicking my words which I ignored because I am just happy to be home where I belong, in my husband's arms.
All of grams house rules went out the door, from that moment. Logan's lips moved from my mouth to nibble on my ear to the neck. With the bites on my neck I definitely have to select suitable clothing in the morning.
Since my breasts have been fulling out, I have not been using my uncomfortable bras to sleep., which Logan used as an opportunity, opening my top and exposing my breast to his mouth, sucking and biting.
Falling senseless under his hands and mouth, "Logan" I moaned, "please" I continued, whimpering like a lost puppy in his arms.
His lips travels back to my lips, "please what?" he whispers huskily.
Holding his head firmly, "I want you, I need you" I told him, crashing my lips on his.
The fork that I held was long gone now as Logan, lifted me once again with his lips on mines, carrying me to the bedroom. Our bedroom.
Lowering me on the bed, Logan returns to bolt the door, throwing his jersey off joining me where he left me to continue ravishing me.
"Are you sure?" Logan asks, hovering over me. Instead of answering, I pulled his head down to my chest, nibbling his ear, with my hands pushing at his joggers and his boxers.
Chuckling, "impatient much?" he asks, allowing me to undress him.
Coming back to join me, "my turn" he precedes to undress me, before positioning himself over me.
I woke up sore but happy. Geez, I am so horny, I thought, hearing Logan's soft chuckles.
Turning so that I was now position under him, "you still horny?" he asks, using his lips and skilled hands on me once again. I'm like putty in his hands, realizing that once again, I spoke out my thoughts.
Logan and I showered, reminding me of that first morning when he made our bedroom rules.
Clad in just my panties, I flung my bra in frustration, "I hate you!" I shout after it fell on the floor. Logan lifts if off the floor, returning it to me.
"Bedroom rules, remember" he chuckles, inhaling my bra like a pervert. "It smells washed" he commented.
"It's tight" I whined, "Nothing fits!" I continued, my face crumpling, "I'm getting fat and ugly" I complained, as Logan fights a laugh.
Taking a pillow, I flung it, hitting him square on the face, because this is a serious matter.
Logan, didn't expect that and like a sneaky predator, he got ready to pounce on me.
Engulfing me in embrace, I felt self-conscious in only my underwear.
"I need new bras."