Feel Beautiful

Feel Beautiful

by Jasmin Kaiba
AN: This IS Jasmin Kaiba, I just had to change my name since I had to register again, long story, enjoy and please review!

If there was something Logan Huntzberger was capable of doing then it was making Rory Gilmore do all sorts of things. No matter what she said, which argument she had, he would best her in some way and she would say yes. That's also how he got her to the pub after a dinner with her Grandparents, despite everything she said, he came and dragged her with him.

But she had to admit that she did have fun, they'd enjoyed themselves and Finn's drunken craziness, Logan was more then a good escort, she was the centre of his attention the whole evening, he really had a way of making her feel special, and not 'stop eating the paste' special.

He'd pulled her to her feet when they'd realized that they were the only ones still sober and taken her for a walk, the others could fend for themselves. She enjoyed his company to bits and the walk just proved her opinion of Logan being a great boyfriend if he only wanted to. After half an hour Logan begun leading Rory to his dorm, she didn't resist. He opened the door, "Lenny's at his parents'." It had been enough of an explanation.

She kissed him when he closed the door behind him, wrapping her arms around him, pulling their bodies together. A moan escaped her as his hands wandered over her back, his tongue making its way in her mouth. He was a drug, who tasted him once, never could get enough; Rory wasn't immune to this fact.

The kiss deepened as he dipped her slightly to have a better access to her mouth. She returned every movement of his tongue, hugging him tighter, molding her body to his. Logan groaned in her mouth as she buried her hands in his hair, his hands begun tugging at her sweatshirt. She didn't resist as he pulled it over her head. His mouth found her neck and his gentle kisses turned into almost painful sucks and bites as they stumbled through his bedroom door. Rory let out a little scream as his hand cupped her breast and squeezed. Her hands wandered to his shoulders, pushing his leather jacket off, rubbing over his arms as she did so. Their first night together she's figured that he had to be regularly visiting the gym, such a body didn't come from no work at all. His sweater was discarded as he laid her gently on his bed, settling beside her, pulling her in his arms.

"It's been too long, Ace..." His voice was low, raspy and unbelievably sexy, but still she couldn't help the little laugh that escaped at his words.

"Barely even a full week, Logan." He knew she was laughing at him; Logan growled and attacked her neck with his tongue, lips, and teeth again. He smirked in triumph at the low moan that escaped her, she was so sexy!

His left hand found its way under her shirt, tickling her stomach slightly as she squirmed, moving up and pinching an erect nipple through the lacey material of her bra. Rory squeezed her eyes shut and let out a low keen at the sensation. He knew her body so well even after only one sexual encounter, Dean never seemed to pay much attention to her sensitive spots. But Logan, Logan seemed to know her better then she herself, one hand kept fondling her breast as the other massaged her side, putting enough pressure to her waist and hip to make her feel the structure of his fingers, and she loved it.

Logan's lips took hers in a deep kiss as he tugged her shirt up; exposing the red lacey bra she's chosen to wear. Her breasts weren't the biggest he'd seen, but they were firm and fit perfectly in his hands, he loved her breasts.

He reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, bringing her to his chest, hugging her tightly. He needed her so badly, his arousal was almost painful, but he knew that with Rory there was no hurrying. That wasn't a problem though, taking his sweet time with Ace was one thing Logan loved to do. It was pure pleasure to watch her writhe in ecstasy and know that he was the reason she looked that way. Their first night together had been an experience that he was all too eager to repeat. He'd taken her countless times that night, providing her all the pleasure he could, at first he'd been gentle, a bit unsure of she'd react, but she’d been more then responsive, more then he'd ever hoped for, she'd matched him kiss for kiss, caress for caress, thrust for thrust, she'd been incredible and he knew that to have her tonight he'd sell his very soul.

Her small hand fluttered across his chest and he held her tighter, not willing to let her go, not tonight, not ever. Then he felt her lips on his neck and groaned.

"Where do your thoughts go when you're with me, Logan?"

His eyes met hers and he realized that he'd spend a little too long thinking about taking her, without doing anything to make the dream a reality.

"I was just thinking how much I need you, I got lost dreaming about our last night together, I'm sorry, I'm here and fully with you."

Her smile was gentle, almost loving as she buried her hands in his hair again.

"Then stop dreaming and take me, Logan."

He came almost on the spot as he heard her voice; she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She was so beautiful, so intoxicating, so addicting. His mouth latched on her nipple, one hand fondling her free breast, while the other undid the button on her jeans, pulling the zipper down. The hand wormed its way into her jeans, coming in contact with the top of her panties and couldn't go any further, the jeans were too snug.

He cursed inwardly and lifted his head from her breast, giving her an look, and she lifted her hips allowing him to pull her jeans down to her knees, where she kicked them fully off.

His smirk was wicked as he bent down as if to kiss her, when he instead let his fingers press into her heat through her panties. She let out a surprised gasp, and then cried out when those same fingers rubbed circles into her sensitive clit.

Logan smiled and kissed along her face as he let his hands stimulate her breast and hot core, doing his best to make everything as enjoyable as possible for her. He just loved seeing her writhe in ecstasy beneath him. He didn't need anything else, just to think of her on her back, hair across the pillow, eyes scrunched shut, chest heaving and he'd get as hard as a rock.

He'd sunk so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice Rory looking at him with a very Logan-like smirk. Otherwise he might have anticipated the hand that snuck down between them and squeezed him through the pants he was still wearing. His moan was startled and loud and Rory smiled in satisfaction.

"I'm right here, Logan."

Logan smiled a bit sheepishly and proceeded to pull her panties down, tracing his fingers over her legs as he did so.

"You're so beautiful, Ace. You're stunning, you're exquisite. You're driving me insane with need. My beautiful, Ace."

He didn't notice the burning red of her cheeks, but relished in her loud moan as he buried his face between her leg and lapped furiously at her clit. He gently inserted a finger into her, relishing in her tight wetness and continued what he was doing to her clit, sucking then licking then nipping.

Rory felt her juices gush out of her, coating Logan's fingers, his chin, making their way into his awaiting mouth. She tasted so good, he could drink from her forever, never stopping, never getting tired of her delicious taste, her pure feminine aroma. She was so perfect in every aspect, he decided and inserted a second finger, sucking harder on her clit, hearing her cries, feeling her clench around his fingers. She was close, very close, both knew it. Logan pushed his fingers a little deeper, coming in contact with that soft spongy spot deep inside her and she screamed his name coming around his fingers, coating them in her sweet juices.

Rory saw black stars dance in her vision as he prolonged her orgasm, longer and longer, until she felt she couldn't take it anymore without passing out.

"Logan!"

He lifted his head, and lipped his fingers out, making her moan again at the friction. She watched as he took the fingers into his mouth and sucked, it was the most erotic sight, she felt desire building up again, he was incredible.

She sat up a little when he appeared over her again and started working on his belt buckle, then his button and zipper, before finally pulling the pants plus boxers down his hips. He got on his side and slipped them down over his legs and on the floor. He didn't even turn to her completely when her hand found him again and he moaned his hardness almost painful.

His manhood was a fascinating tool in her hands. She explored it eagerly, stroking it, tickling it, tugging at it, making Logan burn and groan. She touched the tip, feeling the wetness of pre-cum on the head, and smiled, wondering what he tasted like.

Why not try?

She smirked at Logan and pushed him onto his back, straddling his waist and pinning his arms above his head. Though he was likely twice as strong as her, he simply let her hold him down, a surprised look on his face.

“Rory…” he breathed out, his eyes fluttering closed as she traced her mouth over his chest. In a cruel play on his own torment, she gently licked and sucked his nipple and he let out a grunt. Her tongue played over his skin, running a little river along his side to his hips. She kissed the flesh down his navel, around his loins while he stroked her hair, and her lips worked around to his inner thigh until the tip of her nose brushed his testicles. Rory felt him shiver beneath her as he sensed what was to come.

She gazed up the length of Logan’s manhood and saw him watching her, his eyes wavering with anticipation. She smiled as she placed sweet kisses up against the warm, soft flesh to the crown. She puckered and nipped the plum gently, and he arched his whole, coltish body, gasping. Her tongue flickered out to taste him. He was salty, and sweet, and the stickiness reminded her of something distantly familiar, but foreign at the same time.

Gently, hesitantly, she worked my lips over his head. His tender meat passed her teeth, and bit by bit, she took him all into her keen mouth.

With deft, calculate strokes of her tongue, she began to suck him off.

Logan's mind was a whorl of pleasure. He couldn’t even begin to describe how soft and wet and magnificent Rory’s mouth was. He’d had women before like this, but nothing compared to his Ace's rhythmic pressing of her velvety tongue, like strong ocean waves lapping at his manhood.

Her tiny-seeming hand cupped his balls and caressed them lovingly. Her other hand snaked up to his loins and she splayed her fingers out over his abdomen, as if she were claiming him with some cold brand in her cool palm.

He pumped his hips up and she squeaked. He moaned and called her name, feeling the surges boil up in him as she pushed him to climax. He tried to pry her off before he exploded, but she would not release him. Hotter and hotter he grew, until he could stand it no more. He bucked, forcing his throbbing manhood deep into her mouth as an anguished cry was wrenched from his throat. Logan came, feeling the rush of pure sin flow through him as he pumped her mouth full of hot cum.

Rory pulled back a little, gasping as she swallowed, swallowed, and finally released him. Her face broke into a smug, self-satisfied grin and she dipped her head back down. Her tongue continued to play over his member, and she giggled as it leapt from her lips, dancing.

He finally pulled her up, she straddled his hips as he kissed her, deep and hungry. He tasted himself and her on her tongue and grew hard again. She flattened her hands against his chest and looked into his eyes.

Suddenly, without warning he had thrust up and buried his member deep into her wetness. Her eyes popped open, mouth opening on a silent scream.

She was sitting on top of him, chest-to-chest, legs spread around his slender waist, his cock buried up to the hilt within her wet, warm core. She swooned at the deepness of it, wondered about how much more could possibly fit inside her. He was just so big in there; she thought for sure she would split down the centre.

Logan buried his face between her breasts and she groaned with pleasure as he gently began to rock. His tongue curled around her left nipple, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts, his hands pulling her into him. She leaned back and savored his touch, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders, playing with his soft hair. He had beautiful hair, just the right shade of blond; in the right light it could appear golden as well as silver. And then his eyes, depending on his mood, they would darken to an almost black color, just like at that moment or light up till they appeared golden. Damn, but he was devastatingly beautiful.

She was brought back to earth as he nipped at the bud of her breast. She hissed.

“Where did you go?” He smirked, though she could see a bit of anger in his eyes, mixed with… hurt?

Could it be? Logan was actually a little hurt that her attention hadn’t been totally focused on him in the heat of the moment? She smiled inwardly. He was more adorable than she thought.

“I was just thinking of you…” She managed. “How handsome you are…”

A dozen emotions flickered over his still features, and she could only name half of them. Among them, incredulity, bemusement, bitterness, and joy. She reached out tenderly and stroked his face.

She stared back into those incredible eyes, glistening in the moonlight coming through the window, and was possessed with the urge to own him. She had glimpsed something there, a rare, soft delicacy beneath a rock-hard shell, and she wanted to keep it for herself. She darted in and devoured his lips, and felt him gasp at her sudden ferocity. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, wanting to penetrate him as deeply as he was penetrating her, and pressed her diminutive weight upon him, forcing him to lie back while she straddled him.

And with the slightest hesitation, she slowly and gently began to thrust her hips forward. And back. And forward.

The intensity rippled through her, a current of pure sex seeming to pulse right down to her toes. She heard Logan whisper a moan of approval, and his hands fondled her exposed front, squeezing her breasts and running up and down her flat, smooth stomach. She closed her eyes, feeling those strong, warm hands caress her, and knew she never wanted him – wanted this – to stop.

“Ride me…” Logan groaned, and she obeyed, thrusting ever deeper, grinding down into him, feeling his balls press into her shapely bottom. Logan grabbed her hips and set her into steady back and forth rhythm, sending tingles through her spine. She whimpered and moaned, feeling her passage tighten and release even more fluid over him. She was beginning to worry she had accidentally wet myself – the pressure in her nether region was such that she wasn’t sure what was happening anymore, only that it felt so good.

And then Logan began stroking that hard nub of pleasure at her centre. He growled and stared straight into her face.

“Come,” He commanded. “I want you to come, Ace.”

She looked at him, shaking her head a little. She never wanted this to stop! But Logan did not relent. He ground at her clit, shattering the last vestiges of her reserve, tearing a cry of pleasure from her throat. He smiled.

“Fuck me until you come,” he thrust deeply into her, and it seemed he had grown thicker and harder within her. “I want to watch you come, my sweet Ace…”

He grabbed her hips once more and made her ride him at a gallop. Her breasts bounced in front of her and hair whipped about as she flung her head back, crying with each plunge. Logan’s face was set in look of furious determination, a mask split between anguish and rapture.

“L-Logan…” She gasped her spine jarring.

“Come,” he demanded.

She felt the pressure in her and wanted release badly. Her hands wandered down her front, cupping her sensitive breasts briefly. She squeezed herself and Logan grunted appreciatively as he continued to pound into her. One hand reached down and her fingers stroked at her pleasure bud. She clenched and moaned. She pushed down into Logan and threw herself into riding his thick, gorgeous member, rubbing at her clit. She hardly noticed as he lay back and watched her intently, lips slightly parted, panting, as she felt her whole body arch and tighten.

Rory couldn’t stand it anymore. She shoved Logan into her as deep as she could and pressed into her bud until she exploded in sheer pleasure, screaming Logan’s name, hearing it echo off the room walls.

Feeling her clench almost painfully around his, Logan let go and released deep into her, washing her insides with white hot cum.

Rory collapsed against his chest, as out of breath as he was and caressed his neck softly before pressing a sweet kiss on his chin and nestling in the crook of his neck.

Logan looked down on her and sighed. This girl was going to be the end of him, but he wouldn't let her go for the world. She was just so fucking amazing.

Within seconds he had joined her in the land of dreams, holding her tightly and protectively to his chest.

AN: My first Rogan smut. Not my first smut-fic ever, I've written a few but published only the first one, I hope this is better. Tell me what you think,

Jas