Chapter 17 -- Sailing Before The Storm

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Stephen stood still while I undressed him, right in the middle of the big room in front of all the ship windows. Watching me with glittery eyes, his breath and pulse became more rapid. I just attacked him, I unbuttoned anything with buttons and threw his tuxedo jacket, cummerbund, and vest away.

"Mate," I purred in a funny wolf way, "I just have to eat you." Then led him into the master bedroom so I could relax more, and started touching him with my fingertips everywhere I saw skin. I next enjoyed taking off his shirt and shoes and socks, and I'm pretty sure I swallowed a cufflink. When I took off his pants I leaned back and laughed, he was wearing a pair of briefs that said 'Just Married' on them. But they had to go too, I pulled them down slow and just inhaled his scent. I looked up and licked his tip, his eyes were completely black now, and his hands were in fists by his side. He was struggling to control his wolf. I smiled, I was so happy, after everything I was happy with him. I was left with the most sexy man in the world, naked in front of me. Then I moved my mouth all over him. His cock was twitching as I bit him up and down his shaft, then I moved my mouth and lips everywhere, his chest, arms, sides, stomach, ass, thighs, and then his proud and twitching cock- and then back up again.

When I started back down to suck on his cock he moved and lifted me and took my dress off without ripping it. It was a beautiful dress. He took off my shoes, then leaned down and took off my bra and licked and sucked and bit gently- my boobs were getting pretty big. And he moved down to my lace panties and ripped them off with his teeth- and breathed in deep. He started sucking and nibbling and biting gently everywhere more gently than I did, Stephen moved back up with the grace of a panther. His muscles rippled under his skin as they moved, he was beautiful.

Smelling his marks he growled, "I love waking up in the night with you in my bed. I love going to sleep with you, I love seeing the sunlight in your hair in the morning." He kissed me roughly, then nibbled down my neck, "I love getting you wet and ready for me, and I love shoving my cock in your pussy and ass. You are so tight and hot for me, I think about your holes all day long. I want to fuck you every hour of every day." I smiled at him and kissed and sucked on his chest and shoulder. Then I bit it gently.

Stephen inhaled sharply, leaned down and picked up his grey silk tie and tied it around my head. I wanted to see him and lifted my hand while I started to ask him, "Stephen, I'd like..."

"No," he cut in while holding my hand, then kissed me roughly until I forgot what I was going to ask him. His tongue circling my mouth, his hands squeezing my breasts, then moving down to my hips and pulling my big belly hard against his stiff cock.

"Tonight is about pleasuring you, love. Tonight I want to feast on your body, give you the most exquisite pleasure." He lifted up my rings and kissed them, then turned my hand over and ran his tongue on my palm. I groaned and rubbed all over him, I wanted him so badly. Moving slowly, he took my index finger in his mouth and sucked while I felt my wetness start to run down my leg.

"Wait here for just a moment," Stephen whispered in my ear and left the room. He came back in a few moments later and I just wanted my mate buried deep inside of me.

Lifting me he laid me on my back on the big bed. "Feel this," Stephen whispered and I felt the faintest sensation, it was soft and he moved it on my lips and neck, collarbone and shoulders, then lower to my breasts. It was a large feather, and I'd never felt anything like it. So soft, it left me wanting more. Wanting completion, wanting to be touched hard everywhere he ran the feather. All over my skin and I arched and I wanted to beg for more.

"How does that feel, love?" Stephen whispered in my ear, I could feel his hot breath.

"Jesus, Mate! For the love of god I want you to fuck me!" I blurted out all at once, and reached out but he just pushed my hands gently down.

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