Rock and Roll Fantasy

A shiver went up Logan's spine at her touch. He kissed her again before stepping back and taking his shirt off. His sun-kissed skin was smooth but for the dark curls on his chest. A tattoo of a heart wreathed in flames on his chest below the left shoulder was visible to Cassy for the first time. He pulled her against his body, pressing her into him as he kissed her passionately.

"It sounds wonderful," he whispered at last. He backed her up against the wall and rubbed his cock up and down her lips by rocking his hips.
 
She moaned as she felt his hard cock between her lips and then slowly pushed into her. She moaned deeply. This was the experience she had always wished she had had, it felt so good, so right to have him inside of her that she could barely take it.

“God you feel good…” she moaned, her eyebrows knitted together. She wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned her back against the wall, her fingers moving through his chest hair, her thumbs circling his nipples. “I want you to make me yours Logan…” she groaned, feeling the need to be possessed.
 
Logan pushed as deep into Cassandra as her body would allow. He kissed her again and whispered in hear, "You're a wonderful woman... and very beautiful. You deserve this pleasure and more." He began fucking her slowly. His strong hands took hold of her ass and supported her as his cock repeatedly withdrew and plunged back in. He gave her little love bites on her neck and shoulder, licking the skin there to soothe it when his teeth departed.
 
She whimpered with pleasure, he seemed to know her body so well, giving it exactly what it needed. She arched her back towards him as her fingers started to dig into his arms, her hips moving down on him faster. Everything seemed so surreal, she had thought about this moment a thousand times in her head and now it was here.

“Oh god, I can’t take it much longer…” she moaned. She knew she was getting close to her own climax and moaned.
 
Logan increased his pace. He was giving it to her hard now. Cassy had told him how bad her first experience was. It seemed that long period of being single had built up a well of passion in her because this one moment was one of the most intense Logan could remember. "I want you to cum for me, Cassy," he hissed. He held himself back on the realization that neither one of them had any protection. Besides, he could stand to wait a few minutes longer if he had to. He wanted this be about her.
 
Her pupils seemed to dilate when he told her to cum, her body obeyed him completely. Her back arched hard , pushing her breasts higher as she cried out in ecstasy. Her pussy gripped and milked him as she clenched down hard on him, riding out the most exquisite orgasm she had ever felt in her entire life. As she came down from her high she was panting, noticing for the first time how hard her fingers had driving into his arm. She loosened her grip and then looked at him hungrily.

“I want more…” she told him in a raspy voice as her mouth came down hard on his, her tongue caressing his. “I want you to cum in me…I’m protected….” She moaned as her mouth moved to nibble his ear. “I want you to own me, I want to be yours…”
 
Logan was captivated by the sight of Cassy's orgasm. She cried and shook and writhed... It was beautiful. She begged him for more and told him she had some sort of protection. He wanted release himself and decided to trust her.

It didn't take long before Logan reached his own orgasm. His hips bucked hard against hers with every shot of seed he emptied into her. He buried his face in the space where her neck and shoulder met, kissing her repeatedly between groans of pleasure. When it was finally over, Logan staggered backwards while still holding Cassy up. He sat down on the bench and cradled her in his arms.

As they recovered from the intensity of the sex, Logan smiled at her and kissed her. "You were wonderful," he told her. He was only her second lover. He wanted her to feel appreciated in a way her first could never give her.
 
Watching Logan’s face as he pumped into her, the pleasure he seemed to be feeling made her want to please him even further. She rocked her hips until she felt him cum in her. The feeling of his hot seed splashing side of her made her cum again, something that surprised her. She was still panting when he moved to sit down with her on top of him still.

“You weren’t bad yourself cowboy” she said with a grin. She hoped she had made him feel at least a fraction of the pleasure he gave her, especially given her inexperience.

“I don’t know why we waited so long…I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have sex on a snare drum” she only half teased him as she bent her head and bit into his neck gently for a moment. She then laid her head on his shoulder for a moment and sighed.

“My legs feel like jelly now, I don’t know how I’m going to get out of here.”
 
Logan laughed at her remark. "I don't think I want to test Jonesy's patience that much." He cleared his throat and did his best impersonation of Jonesy. "'Man, if I find out that you got your balls on my kit, I'm going to punch you in them.'"

He held Cassy to him and one hand went to massage one of her thighs. "We'll wait until you're ready. I want to go to bed tonight with you in my arms." He pulled her in for another kiss and spent the next few minutes making out with her. In comparison to the intensity of the sex they just had, Logan was being very gentle and tender with her. He savored every kiss and caress and continually whispered in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was.
 
The taste of his kiss was more delicious than anything she could ever have imagined. Making out with him was so sensuous and delightful that she didn’t want it to end. She finally made herself pull away however.

“We should get going. If this keeps on I’ll end up wanting you again and if that happens, I definitely will not be able to walk” she smiled as she pulled away, his now softened cock slipping away from her, leaving her feeling empty. There wasn’t really anything in the changing room for her to clean up with, so she slipped her panties on and laced her breasts back into her corset as best she could.

“I’m still not wearing the shoes” she teased, knowing she couldn’t wear them in the sand anyway. “To your place then?” she asked.
 
Logan stood and dressed as well. Though his cock had softened, he still felt a little uncomfortable cramming it back into his tight jeans. He'd just have to wait for all the excess blood to finish draining. "My place," he agreed.

He peered outside the door and confirmed that no one was around. They slipped out unnoticed, went back to the boardwalk and got a bus back to Logan's apartment. He ushered Cassandra in, giving her ass a little pinch as she passed him and shut the door behind them. "I'm usually up a little later than this. We could either turn in now or find some way to occupy ourselves for another hour or so." There was a slight suggestion in his voice, but he would accept if Cassandra was too worn out for another round.
 
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She simply shrugged and kicked her shoes off as she looked around the room. Sure, she had been there a few times but she had never really taken it in. It was very masculine, just like Logan, and had the delicious sent of him everywhere.

"You sound like a man trying to appease someone." she told him as she plucked a string on his guitar.
 
Logan put his hat on a small peg next to the door and smirked at Cassy's remark. "'Always assume your guest is tired, cold and hungry, and act accordingly.' Old Navajo saying." Every now and again when Logan wanted to make a point he would quote a proverb he picked up from one tribe or another. There was no pretense to it. Perhaps he just liked the way they rolled off the tongue. Perhaps he genuinely believed every word. It was hard to tell with him.

Without waiting for a response he took his shirt off and walked to the bedroom, where he threw the garment into the hamper. "I like to consider myself a gracious host. 'Appeasement,' sounds too negative." He came back out and put his arms around Cassy from behind, giving her a kiss on the neck. "Now... you could tell me whether you'd like another round of sweaty sex now, save it for tomorrow morning, or you can stand around and nitpick my hospitality some more. Options one and two sound equally appealing to me. Option three... well, I won't be inviting you over as much afterward." It was hard to tell if he was joking or not. Logan had spent so long keeping people at arm's length that he was very difficult to read.
 
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She looked back at him over his shoulder. "I'm feeling a little greedy; I'll take one and two. Three we'll deal with later." she teased him as she moved his hands up to her breasts. She instantly felt herself start to get wet the minute he touched her...she wasn't sure if it was because of their time on the beach or just the fact that he did it for her, and the alluring scent of him permeated the apartment.

“But perhaps it’s your turn…” she told him as she turned around in his arms and then kissed him, walking him backwards until she pushed him gently down on the couch. She then moved down in front of the couch, making sure he had a good view of her ample breasts and then ran her hand sup and down his thighs before unzipping his pants. She smiled broadly as she pulled him out.

“Mmmmm…desert..” she said and then ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, kissing it with her full lips before she started to go down on him, her tongue massaging and tantalizing every inch it could reach.
 
Logan let a grin cross his features when he figured out Cassy's plan. He draped his arms across the back of the couch and relaxed. His cock began to stiffen at her touch but only truly hardened in her mouth.

"You're a woman of many talents," he groaned. He let his head roll back against the couch as one hand moved to Cassy's head. He ran his fingers through her hair at first, then started gently guiding her head as she bobbed up and down. He was relieved to find that for the first time since he started this, he wasn't worried about there being any drama like in the past. He had certainly slept with a girl on the first date before, but something about this just felt right and natural. He knew everything was going to be okay.
 
Cassy licked and sucked Logan until she thought he was about to climax and then pulled away, moving to sit in one of his chairs with a sly grin on her face. For some reason she enjoyed challenging him and now seemed to be no different.

“You really are a beautiful specimen.”
 
Logan let out a groan of frustration when she pulled away from him. It was probably the most overt display of any negativity he'd ever shown. He sat for a moment looking at Cassy, the wheels in his head turning. He stripped off the last of his clothes, leaving his clad only in his medallion and medicine pouch still hanging from his neck. "Just so you know... flattery doesn't work on me."

He sprang up quickly and grabbed Cassy. He put her over his shoulder and spanked her ass as he carried her to the bedroom. The decor in there was much like in the living room. The sheets were his one concession to luxury. He must have paid a bundle for them as they were incredibly soft and gentle on the skin. He tossed Cassy down onto the bed and pounced on her. He pinned her down before removing his amulet and medicine pouch, which he set aside on the night stand. His handling of them was as reverent as ever, even despite the awkward position he was in.

Free of that, Logan's hands began to strip Cassy's clothes from her body until she was as naked as him. He turned her over onto her stomach and pinned her down into the mattress. His stiff cock, still damp from her mouth, pressed into her left ass cheek and his hot breath washed over her neck. She wouldn't be able to move at all beneath him. "How badly do you want this?" he rasped in her ear.
 
Cassy squealed a little as she was tossed over Logan’s shoulder, delighting in the smack she got on her bum.

She suddenly found herself pinned to his bed. She wanted to run her hands over every inch of him, to run her legs up and down his, but she was unable to move, causing a small thrill to run through her, especially as he ripped off her clothes. Her last lover hadn’t been anything to write home about, but now, basking in the glory of a very beautiful and very masculine man, her blood ran hotter.

She was flipped over and was pinned again, the feeling of his hot hard cock against her made her moan softly. His raspy voice in her ear alone almost made her cum.

“How badly do you want to possess me?” she purred back in response to his question.
 
Logan responded by scraping his teeth along Cassandra's shoulder. His tongue lapped at the faint scratches on her pale skin. He guided his cock and pushed deep into her pussy. He started with a slow, but determined stroke, groaning into her ear as he did so. "You want to give in and surrender, don't you? You want to be helpless." He clasped her wrists together over her head in one of his own strong, calloused hands. His other reached beneath her and held one of her breasts, using his fingertip to tease her nipple.
 
“Yes…” she uttered softly, having never thought that such a thing would be uttered from her lips. There was a raw masculinity about him. She wanted it to devour her and she want nothing more than for him to possess her completely. It was an unusual feeling, but one that left her both happy, thrilled, and a little scared all at the same time.

“If you can handle me.” She added, yet another challenge. She moaned as she felt his teeth on her, the roughness of his hands on her soft body. His cock plunged into her and she thought she might die from the pleasure of it.

“Yes…take me…” she moaned wantonly.
 
Logan kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. "I think the question is... can you handle me?" He kept her pinned as he increased the force of each thrust and gradually picked up speed. Every challenge just encouraged him to push harder and show her that he could deliver. He would freely admit that he liked to hear women beg in bed. He was a perfect gentleman in public, but in the bedroom he would make a girl beg him to do every dirty thing to her. Cassy would find that out soon enough if she hadn't already. She was already willing to give in, but the poor girl had such a bad experience in the past she probably had no idea what it was like to truly let go. Well, he had plenty of time to fix that.
 
Cassy felt like her entire body was on fire and the feeling of Logan on top of her was exquisite. She moved as best she could with him truth be told, she enjoyed the power he had over her.

She started to pant as his powerful thrusts hit her in just the right spot and she felt herself starting to rise to her peak. She suddenly wanted to tell him things, to say dirty things to him that she had never wanted to say to anyone, it was embarrassing. Instead she shoved her face in his pillow as she started to cum, the pillow muffling her loud cry.

She was panting when she tried to look back up at him. “Oh my god Logan…” she half mewed, slightly weakened for the power of her orgasm.
 
Logan went over the edge not long after Cassy. His hips bucked hard as he filled her with his seed for a second time that evening. When he finally finished, he wrapped her in his arms as he rolled onto his side. He kissed her neck with a throaty chuckle. His embrace was strong, firm... comforting. They basked in the afterglow a moment, and it was strangely Logan who broke the silence.

He spoke to Cassy in a language she didn't understand. It was only a few sentences, but there was a raspy, mischievous tone to his voice. The words themselves, full of hard consonants and strange vowel sounds, it had a sound of great age and great dignity.
 
Cassy smiled up at Logan after he spoke, completely unaware of what he had said.

“I love it when you talk dirty.” She teased him and then kissed his arm, as it was the only part of him her lips could reach at the moment.

“What did you say?” she asked softly, for a brief moment she was terrified that it was something negative about her, that she had somehow done something wrong. She had been told she was a bad lay by her ex, maybe he was right.
 
"Just telling you how great that was," Logan assured her before kissing her neck. "I was speaking Navajo. I spent some time on a reservation when I was traveling. Schoolteacher taught me. You said you really like Khal Drogo, so I thought you might like to have your own big, strong adventure story hero speak to you in an old tongue." He spoke again in Navajo, his words soothing and his voice warm and caring. He kissed her again before saying one last thing, this time translating it.

"Nizhoniie'... You're beautiful."
 
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