December 7, 2011
A Guest Post by MIZZLOVELIPPZ
In case you missed yesterday’s post, when we left Logan and Tyler they were just about to sit down for dinner, followed by some very hot dessert…
Logan flirted wildly as they dined together, she felt so comfortable around him. She discovered that Tyler was a country boy who had moved to the next town over a few years ago on a job promotion. He was also polite, charming and very attentive, intently watching her lips move when she spoke. She was having such a good time that she actually felt a tinge of disappointment when he asked to use the phone to call his family.
When he excused himself and went into the living room to use the phone she started clearing the table to make room for dessert, hoping he had time to have a slice of her pie. She was really enjoying his company. As she moved about the kitchen she found herself thinking about his mouth and imagining how his soft those lips would feel on hers. She wondered how his hands, which she had closely examined each time he lifted his fork to his lips, would feel as they gripped her behind. “Oh Logan, you’ve had too much to drink,” she whispered.
“Excuse me? Did you say something?”
She turned to toward the sound of his voice and was slightly taken aback by how close he was to her.
“Oh, it was nothing,” she said quietly, admiring his gorgeous eyes once more. “So? Did you get through to your family?”
“I sure did. It seems the roads are closed all the way around town. I’ll have to make my way over to the nearest motel and wait ‘til the plows clean up the snow in the morning so I can get my truck towed.” He glanced out her window at the snowflakes swirling violently through the air. “It’s real cold outside.”
She fought the feeling to ask him to stay over. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Still he could easily sleep on the couch, but the way he was looking at her…
“Well, there’s no rush then, right? How about we have another drink and you can taste some of my apple pie before you trek back out there to face the storm?” she said sweetly.
“I’d like that, Logan,” he smiled and then lifted his hand to touch her cheek.
“Good.” She leaned into his hand, letting him cup her face.
“You’ve been quite the hostess. Thank you very much for welcoming me into your home and feeding me.” He ran his finger along her bottom lip. “You’re a beautiful woman and it’s taken every ounce of my control not to grab you and do some very dirty things to you”.
Dear God. Logan felt her pulse quicken. “What if I want you to lose control? What if I were to tell you I’d like to know just what kind of things you’re talking about?”
He stepped towards her and pinned her body against the kitchen counter. “It starts with your mouth. I’ve been imagining what your mouth tastes like and how it would feel against my skin. I want to feel your tongue on my neck, down on my chest.” He grabbed the back of her head with one hand, startling and exciting her at the same time, and with the other, he reached down below her waist and cupped her bottom. “I’ve imagined my hands on your body, caressing your breasts, your back and this fine ass here.” His hands slid down to her thighs gripping them firmly. Then Logan was off her feet, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms encircling his neck, and her lips only inches from his.
He carried her into the living room. “I envisioned carrying you to your living room floor and removing every last bit of clothing from your body. I want to see your skin glowing in the firelight. I want to see your beautiful brown eyes shine in the darkness of the room.”
Logan pressed her body into his and inhaled his scent, feeling heady at all the feelings being reawakened inside her. He lay her gently down on the rug in front of the fire and resting his chest against hers Tyler studied her face, passion and lust evident in his eyes. “Logan, are you sure you want me here? Are you certain you want this?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes Tyler. I’m positive”.
He kissed her, his soft, full mouth pressing against hers. She wanted desperately to feel all of him. She parted her lips and he took the invitation, sliding his tongue slowly into her mouth, as he kissed her deeply. Logan could feel the length of his growing shaft in between her legs. She hadn’t felt the hardness of a man in a long while. She wanted more. Logan parted her legs, inviting him in. “Tyler I want to feel you inside me.”
Tyler began to unbutton her blouse revealing the soft pink of her lace bra. She arched her back as he kissed the newly exposed skin. He turned her over onto her belly, unzipped her skirt and slowly slid it over her full hips. She heard him take a sharp breath of air when he noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties.
His tongue followed his hands down her back to her buttocks, where he bit her gently. Logan groaned loudly and then she turned around to face him. She sat up, her hands working feverishly to remove his shirt. As she slid his dress shirt off his shoulders, he unbuckled his belt. She quickly unzipped his pants, revealing the prominent bulge in his boxer briefs. She watched him watching her as she eased his rigid cock out of his underpants with both hands.
Tyler parted Logan’s legs and slid his length deep inside her. Logan closed her eyes and cried out, surges of pain and pleasure running through her body. She coiled her arms around his back, pressing him further into her. She opened her eyes to gaze into his, and saw the intense pleasure she was feeling reflected in his eyes. She rocked her body in time with his and wrapped her legs around his waist to driving his cock deeper inside her.
“Oh Logan baby, you feel so sweet, so good,” he moaned between ragged, shallow breaths.
He bent his head to kiss her again as he began moving faster inside her. Logan bucked harder beneath him, thrusting her body up to meet his demands.
“Tyler, she whispered. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She was getting close and she sensed that Tyler was too.
“Oh baby girl,” he growled into her ear, his whole body tensing as he continued to pound himself into her.
“Oh God. Don’t stop, Tyler. Don’t stop,” she shrieked as her orgasm tore through her.
Minutes later they lay in each other arms in front of the fireplace, both their bodies glistening with sweat.
Tyler looked up at the grandfather clock next to the fireplace as it struck midnight, and then turned to gaze into Logan’s eyes.
“Merry Christmas, Logan. Thank you for one of the best Christmases I’ve had in a long time.”
“And to think we wouldn’t have met if your truck hadn’t broken down on my street,” Logan kissed his lips softly. “Merry Christmas to you, Tyler.”