Logan Chapter 18

-Logan-

I swear, as soon as I see my mate’s petal-soft lips form around a dirty word, I’m ready for round two. “Have I watered you enough, little rose?” I joke as I slide my hands under her ass and lift her off the counter. She scrambles to clutch me with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I take a minute to get a couple of good squeezes in on that ass. God, it’s been forever since I’ve seen a woman in this city with a more perfect ass. I have big hands, and I like to have them full. Full of ass or titties doesn’t matter to me, so long as they’re soft and plentiful. It’s time to slip around in the shower with all these curves, get Emory on my level of arousal- though if her blush is any indication, it won’t take much.

“I’m good, thanks!” She says, clutching at me for dear life. If I didn’t love it so much, I’d let her know it’s unnecessary. Of course, I need to start now on repairing her self-esteem if we’re going to make any progress.

“Emory,” I say, bouncing her a little bit, trying not to laugh at her squeak, “were we not just talking about my workout regimen a couple of hours ago? I can hold you, baby. Relax. I won’t drop you.” I punctuate my statement with more jiggling, just to watch what it does to her tits. Stars, they’re absolutely perfect. She does relax, if only a little. I’ll take the small win. Speaking of- “And don’t think this isn’t a direct reaction to watching the word cunt come out of your mouth. It makes me want to put my dick in it. I know you feel what I’m talking about.” I’ve been trying to ignore the feel of my cock sliding up and down the outside of her pussy, stuttering over the ever-hardening knot of her clit with each step back toward the master bedroom.

“I’m not sure how you’d expect me to feel anything else, Logan. I’ve been trying damn hard to keep my hips still this whole time because I need a shower before we do anything else. I’m… sticky.” I smack her ass once, just for holding back on me as much as for the noise it pulls from her, but I know what she means. A shower is going to feel so nice, on top of being lots of fun. I don’t set her down as I adjust the temperature of the dual shower heads. I couldn’t have cared either way, but the rain shower heads but feel damn good after a long day, and I had a massage shower head installed for my shoulders to one side. I finally set Emory on her feet on the dark stonework of the shower floor, then point both of the dual shower heads at her before I grab my body wash.

“Wait, let me get my hair wet and then twist it out of the way before you come at me with body wash. I don’t know what products you have here and my hair is about thirty minutes from open rebellion.” She dodges my playful, soapy hands as she pulls her hair into a ponytail at the top of her head and then twists it into a bun. Through some witchcraft she gets it to stay that way, and I’ve been hypnotized yet again as all that movement set all the right places to jiggling. I’m never going to get an equal footing with this woman if I can’t stop drooling at her.

“Better?” I ask, holding my soapy hands out of the spray. At her assent, I growl and scoop her back into my space, making sure to spread soap over her tits, her hips, her ass. Once I’ve done a preliminary sweep with the soap, I go back to slip around at my leisure. I want to know every inch of my mate. She gives me a soft mmm as I grab her foot to massage and wordlessly encourage her to lean against the wall of the shower. As I make my way up, massaging and kissing, I tell her all the beautiful parts of her that I spot.

“Come on, Logan.” She’s a little uncomfortable taking compliments. “There is no such thing as a graceful ankle. What does that even mean?” She asks, laughingly. I have to laugh, too. I sound so lovesick over her. Probably because I am so lovesick over her. “Huh. Every now and then, there’s this trick of the light that makes your eyes seem almost to glow. Have you ever noticed that?” Shit. She’s seeing my wolf, peering out from the inside. He’s been trying to get me to ‘introduce’ them again ever since that walk with her to work. I haven’t been able to figure out how- I feel like I’ve started the conversation a hundred times since yesterday afternoon, but how do you just throw out ‘Hey, girl, you just fucked a werewolf’ without getting assaulted or committed? I’m not afraid of her, physically, but she could break me emotionally without ever even knowing just what she did to the both of us.

“Well,” I hedge, “it’s hard to see how my eyes look when they’re what I use to look with.” She laughs, nodding to concede the point.

“Well now you know, and they’re gorgeous. I feel like you were conjured up from every fantasy I’ve ever had and Frankenstien’d together into a man that gives me a massage in the shower.” That actually went a long way to soothing both my wolf and me. Even if she freaks out for a minute, she’ll come back. Of course, she would come back. We’re mates. But the mention of massage reminds me of the massaging shower head I had installed.

“Hmm, speaking of massage, I don’t want my hands getting tired. You might want me to use them later.” I smirked up at her, causing her to blush and laugh at my antics. She’s just too cute to handle. “I have a very special tool that can help, though.” I reach behind her to turn on the massage head, then position her in front of it so that it pounds over her shoulders. She immediately relaxes further, leaning her head onto my shoulder. “That’s right, Emory. Let me just hold you and we can relax together.” She’s practically boneless in my arms at this point, not making any effort at conversation or worrying about how she looks. This is how she should always be with us. Soft, pliable, warm. Submitted with perfect trust and comfort. My wolf is murmuring in my ear, pleased that I’ve thought of this. Happy just to exist with her for the first time without pushing for more.

After a few minutes, though, even pure contentment can’t block the feel of Emory’s nipples dragging across my chest with each of our breaths, nor the lingering smell of our arousal on her. I suddenly find myself longing for languorous sex, lovemaking rather than the urgent fucking we did before. I nudge Emory to wake her up a bit from her massage trance. “Here, little rose, let’s get the other side of you rinsed off and get out of the water before we prune up.”

“Mmmm too late, I’m already pruned. Nothing left to lose.” Despite her token protest, she turns easily when I switch her around to lean her back on me. The massage head is hitting her right at the collarbone, and she grunts a little at the water splashing into her face. Good thing I have an idea that will fix that and wake her up right away.

“Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to drown you. Let’s get that tilted a little further down.” I reach out and pull the shower head out of its cradle, making sure to accidentally-on-purpose point it so it falls directly across her peachy colored nipples. They darken and perk up immediately, and I don’t miss her gasp. I can’t resist reaching around to grab a handful with my other hand, swishing the water back and forth over her nipples with my left hand while I massage her breasts with my right. “These are probably the most perfect breasts to ever exist. Just look at them!” I shake the breast in my right hand, nipping at her earlobe to make sure she’s paying attention. It’s a little hard telling, with her back arched like that. I’m sure she mostly sees the ceiling, if anything is making it past the sudden haze of arousal. My wolf and I both preen, but I know what’s coming next and don’t get too complacent here.

“Doesn’t getting clean feel amazing?” I wait for her to moan something like a garbled ‘sooo gooood’ in agreement before continuing. As I talk, I slide my right hand down her body. I have to bend slightly to catch her behind the knee, but then I have her thigh in my hand. I pull her leg up and out, opening her to me while forcing her to lean back into my chest. The way I’m bent over her shoulder to watch what I’m doing with the shower head has my cock nestled right at her opening. I’m learning more and more what made for me truly means with every moment we get closer. “And it’s so convenient that good girls can be dirty or very, very clean.” With my last word, I move the shower head from her nipples to her clit and slide my cock up into her with one delicious push.

Emory hasn’t been able to really speak since she melted at the shoulder massage, but at the sudden invasion of pleasure she arches further, screams, and starts to spasm on my cock. While I marvel at how responsive she is, I have to grit my teeth to keep from following her over with the first thrust. I was thinking that everything in here should just be foreplay for her- simply because water makes all the naturally slippery parts feel dry and all the naturally dry parts feel slippery- but I just couldn’t resist feeling how tight she gets when she comes. I’m in for a grand total of 10 seconds before I remember we agreed to use condoms. Shit. I pull out of Heaven and nestle my dick between her ass cheeks instead. I’m still in danger of blowing early with her grinding on me, but at least if I come on her back we’re already in the shower. Never mind that I would rather she wear it, rather she reek of me so that even other humans would be able to smell who she belongs to.