Honeymoon

Honeymoon: First Night

“This
is wonderful,” Amanda sighed happily as she walked out onto the balcony of the
suite.

Hank
had to agree. It was late night here in Waikiki, and the moon shone serenely
over the gently-lapping waves. He took a deep breath of the warm tropical air,
and smiled. “I must thank Charles for the gift,” he said. “This is the ideal
place for a romantic honeymoon.”

“I’ll
say,” Amanda looked out over the water. “You know what? I’d love to go swimming
out there right now.”

“Amanda,
it is dark,” he said.

She
grinned at him. “All the better. Please, Hank, come with me?”

He
smiled. He couldn’t refuse Amanda anything; she’d just made him a very happy
man. He turned to his suitcase and took out a pair of swim trunks as she fished
around happily for hers.

She
slipped on a summer dress over her bikini, slid her feet into her sandals, and
led the way down the steps leading from their balcony to the beach. The sand
still retained its warmth from the day’s hot sun, and Amanda only took a few
steps in her sandals before she took them off and ran across the beach
barefoot. Hank smiled and followed her.

She
shed the dress by the water’s edge after a quick look around. There was no one
on the beach but them. She waded into the water, shivering in delight as the
waves lapped at her toes, then arched and dove into the surf. She swam parallel
to the beach for a while, being careful not to leave Hank’s line of sight. When
she had enough, she dragged herself out of the water, wringing out her pale
hair, and flopped down in the sand beside him where he had sat and waited for
her. “I love you, darling,” she said happily.

“I
love you too, beloved,” he said quietly. She turned her face up to his for a
kiss, and he lowered his lips to hers.

She
opened her mouth, parting her soft lips to allow his gently prodding tongue
access to hers. Their tongues twined in a delicate, intimate dance, and she
nestled against him, glorying in the sensations. Her next wiggle sent both of
them off balance, and Hank fell on his back in the sand, Amanda on top of him.
He tried to sit up, but she giggled and slid a hand up his thigh, reaching for
his cock under his shorts. Her soft hand stroked his erection, bringing it to
life, and all thought fled his mind as the desires of his body made themselves
known.

He
sat up, spilling her off, then stood and yanked his shorts down. Amanda took
the swollen shaft in her hands, stroking and caressing its rigid length, then
opened her mouth and took just the head in her mouth. Hank’s head fell back,
and his mouth opened in a moan of sheer pleasure. She swirled her tongue up and
down, driving him crazy with need and desire. He wanted to thrust into her
mouth, hard and deep, increasing the pleasurable sensations all up and down his
cock, but that would hurt her. He gathered all his self-control and stepped
back, taking his cock out of her mouth and her reach.

She
lay back on the sand, ignoring the way it stuck to her hair. Hank pulled down
the bottom to her bikini, tossing the little piece of spandex off to the side
with her dress. Her bikini top followed soon after, and Hank sat back for a
moment, his eyes drinking in their fill of her nude body bathed in moonlight.
She wriggled, drawing his attention down to the shadowed valley between her thighs,
to the neatly trimmed and shaped triangle of pubic hair, and the scent of her
arousal reached his nostrils.

He
lowered his head, swiped his tongue over her slit. She was already incredibly
wet; and not from her swim, either. There was just the barest taste of salt
water mixed in with the sweetness of her intimate fluids. He licked her again,
then settled to his elbows between her knees as she spread them wider to allow
him access to her sex.

He
licked her slit with a gentle, tentative touch, and she erupted into moans as
her hips shifted slightly. The next stroke was harder, applying more pressure
to her nub, and he gently brushed his knuckles against the opening to her sex
to see if she was wet enough.

She
bucked up against his hand, aching for his touch, but he gently pressed her
hips back down as he resumed tonguing her. He didn’t think she was wet enough.
His erection was huge; he didn’t want to hurt her by going down into her until
she was really wet. It was a precaution he’d always taken to ensure he didn’t
hurt her; she had already been hurt enough. She had told him, when he asked
about the tiny scars in her vagina, about Bruce’s rough shoving into her when
she wasn’t ready. The discomfort caused her to tense up, and as a result his
cock had abraded the dry, delicate tissues in her vagina, leaving her with raw
abrasions deep in her sex. She had bled several times after Bruce had sex with
her.

It
had shocked Hank to no end. He couldn’t imagine having sex with a partner who
wasn’t willing. If a woman wasn’t willing she should never be forced; to do so
would be rape. He had tried to explain that to her, but she kept insisting that
she had only beewillwilling to make love to Bruce; she hadn’t said no outright.
Hank still thought that came close to outright rape; but he kept quiet on that
subject. He simply made sure that she was ready for him, and that he never took
her when she was dry; his length and girth would rip her apart and leave her
bleeding worse than Bruce ever had.

She
moaned again, and this time he tasted her sweetness on his tongue. She was
ready. He arched up over her, supporting his weight on his knees and hands,
gently nudging the head of his cock into her damp, wet folds. He paused once he
was inside, to allow her muscles to adjust to his size, before sliding another
few inches into her. Amanda was moaning now, high-pitched sounds of exquisite
pleasure, and it took all of his control not to plunge into her. He gritted his
teeth, eased another few inches into her, then pulled out and slid in again.

Amanda’s
mind was exploding in ecstasy from the slow, measured strokes. She badly wanted
to tell him to plunge into her, bottom out in her womb, and let go of the tight
reins he kept on his physical control; but passion rendered her incoherent, and
all she could do was cry his name in breathless pants. “Hank…Hank…Hank…ooohhh…”
He slid another few inches into her, and the head of his cock bumped up against
her cervix.

She
lowered her hips, wriggling a little bit to get his shaft in the right position,
then arched upwards in one fast surge, allowing his shaft to slide deeply into
her womb. She felt the slight pressure of his cockhead against the top of her
womb, and his balls slapped gently against her rear cheeks. It always surprised
her that he would let her do this; he would hold still so she could choose
whether or not to take all of him inside her. Most men wouldn’t be that
considerate. There were times when she didn’t feel like a ‘deep fuck’ as Bruce
had called it once; and when she didn’t feel like it, Hank would slide in and
out, stopping exactly where he’d stopped before, refusing to plunge all the way
into her if she didn’t want him to. It was one of the things she loved about
him. And it made her wonder, sometimes; if he really let himself go, how would
it feel? It was the subject of some of her secret fantasies.

She
stopped thinking about anything at all as he began to pump in and out of her
body in deep, pulsing, strokes. His shaft was rigid and hard inside her; a
gently curving rod of steel wrapped in soft velvety flesh. She moaned his name
again. The moan changed to a frantic cry as she felt him stiffen inside her;
and she wrapped her thighs around his waist and held him to her as she cried
her orgasm to the warm air around them.

He
felt her vaginal muscles relax, allowing his rapidly softening shaft to slide
out of her slick, damp tunnel. He watched her nether lips pulse at the empty
air for a moment, as if seeking the object that had filled it moments before,
then the labia tightened in the cool breeze. He sat on his knees in front of
her, between her slack thighs, and rubbed her slim legs for a moment, ankles to
knees. She moaned again, this time one of sensual pleasure rather than sexual
tension, and he devoted some moments to massaging her calf muscles and her
small, sandy feet. She held still as the rough sand tickled the soles of her
feet, giggling a bit, and finally sat up.

“Beloved,”
he said as she rose to her feet, “I didn’t use--”

She
kissed him quickly as she picked up her sundress. “It’s all right,” she said.
“I saw my doctor a few weeks ago and he gave me a pill that works with my
metabolism better. It’s okay to take after sex.” She picked up the discarded
bikini pieces and started off back toward their balcony steps.

Hank
followed her, walking at a slightly more leisurely pace so he could see the
flash of bare white cheek under the short hem of her sundress. Seeing it made
him want her again; but he wasn’t suf shf she was going to be ready for more so
soon. He paused on the balcony as she disappeared inside the suite and took a
few deep breaths, clearing the last of the sexual fog in his head before he
went inside.

She
was in the shower, muttering something about “damn sand…gets into everything…”
he smiled to himself, and picked up the complimentary menu, looking it over to
see what was available through room service. Making a quick decision, he picked
up the telephone and called down to the front desk with the selections he’d
made for himself and Amanda, then hung up.

There
was considerably less sand clinging to him than there had to Amanda; He hadn’t
gone swimming, after all. A quick swipe to his short, coarse body fur got the
majority of the sand out of it, and a brisk shake got the rest out. He debated
leaving it like that, but decided that Amanda wouldn’t like sand rubbing
against her sensitive skin while she slept, so he decided to take a shower when
she was done. He pulled a T-shirt on and waited for room service to deliver the
dinner.

The
waiter left, and Hank was lighting the candles when Amanda came out of the
shower wearing one of the resort’s complimentary bathrobes and toweling the
excess water out of her hair. Her mouth dropped open as she saw the neat
setting, the lighted candles, and her new husband standing beside the table,
and she squealed and flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck
and squeezing. He grinned and said huskily, “Dinner is served, beloved.”

They
sat down to a delicious prime rib and wild rice dinner. Afterwards, stuffed and
slightly sleepy, Amanda leaned back and watched as Hank stacked the dishes
neatly and set them back on the wheeled cart, then pushed the cart out and left
it beside their door in the hallway. “Go ahead and get into bed,” he nuzzled
her neck gently, kissing her earlobe. “I want to wash the rest of the sand out
of my fur.”

“I’ll
be waiting,” she purred into his ear, and watched as he vanished into the
bathroom. As soon as the door closed behind him, she flew to her suitcase,
digging into it for the lingerie she had bought especially for the night.

She
slid into the lacy beige teddy, then pulled up the thigh-highs and fastened the
garters. Last to go on was the sheer beige gown, transparent in the moonlight.
She tugged a brush through her tangled, still-damp hair, then as she heard the
water stop running she got on the bed and sat back against the headboard, her
knees open wide. When Hank stepped out of the bathroom that was the first thing
he saw; Amanda, posed on the bed dressed in the sexiest lingerie he’d ever
seen. He groaned as his shaft sprang erect again. “Amanda,” he whispered.

She
sprang off the bed, coming up to plant a kiss squarely on his mouth and cutting
off his words. “Not a word, Hank,” she said huskily. “I want to ask you
something. Will you give up control over your urges, just for tonight? Make
love to me the way you want to, let yourself go completely.”

Hank’s
mind reeled. He had never expected her to ask for that. She had been hurt by
her former husband and then by her ex-fiance; he couldn’t believe she would
deliberately place herself in a position to be hurt again. “Amanda,” he
whispered, “You don’t know what you’re asking; I’m too strong, too big; what if
I hurt you? I don’t want to cause you pain.”

She
planted a light, feathery kiss to the corner of his lips. “You won’t hurt me,”
she said. “Please?”

He
hesitated. “Amanda…”

“Please,”
and this time her hand brushed up against the heated core of his body, stroking
it and then cupping his balls lightly. “Please.”

He
lost it. With a low growl, he bore her backwards to the bed, his fingers
already tugging at the teddy. His claws snagged in one of the threads, and as
he tried to yank it free, it tore. Amanda didn’t even notice; she was busy
getting her thigh highs off and the robe opened. Her excitement was rising at
the feel of the raw, unbridled power in her husband; his lust was a heady wine
that was going straight to her head. She surrendered herself to him completely,
opening her thighs and stretching her arms up above her head in a completely
submissive, open posture. Her breasts thrust up towards him, inviting him to
play with them.

She
gasped as he lowered his mouth onto her right breast and took her nipple into
his mouth. He sucked, and Amanda felt a rush of wetness between her legs at the
sensation. His teeth nipped the flesh slightly, but it just made her hotter.
Her hands gripped the rails above the bed, allowing her to arch her back and
push more of her breast into his mouth.

His
hands played with the sensitive nubs, rolling them around between his fingers.
His claws pricked the soft skin, but that tiny pain made another rush of
wetness flood her sex. Amanda cried out as Hank dipped his head between her
thighs and thrust his tongue between her folds. He licked up and down, then
sucked her clit into his mouth and nipped it in his teeth, driving her crazy as
she gripped the rail above her head and arched her hips into his mouth. His
mouth left her sex and was repd wid with his cock.

He
didn’t stop, didn’t wait. There was no gentle, slow entrance this time; Amanda
shrieked in pleasure as he drove straight and deep into her sex, filling her
and bottoming out in one hard, fast stroke. She screamed his name in a frenzy
of lust, trying to thrust her hips upward onto him. His weight on her legs
pinned her down as he plumbed her depths, thrusting in and out frantically. Her
sex made wet, slick squishing sounds as he pounded in to her.

Amanda
was dizzy. This was better than her fsiessies; she had never imagined that it
would be like this. She thought dazedly that she was lucky he didn’t do this on
a regular basis; she wouldn’t be able to satisfy him if he was like this all
the time. She felt him stiffen on top of her, and she shrieked in ecstasy at
the same time his throaty howl split the silence of the room. His cock jerked
inside her, and she felt the warm wetness of his seed spilling inside her womb.

He
stayed upright for several more moments, breathing hard and waiting for his
cock to slip out of her sex; then he reached over and turned on the table lamp.
The warm yellow glow illuminated his features, and Amanda watched as the
wildness slowly faded out of his eyes. He looked down at her body, and sucked
in a breath.

She
looked down at herself. There were small scratches on her breasts where his
claws had pierced the skin; a couple of fading marks on one nipple showed where
he had bitten down on it. There were slight red areas where coarser areas of
his fur had abraded her skin; and when she sat up and looked , he, her clit was
slightly swollen, her clit hood flushed and puffy.

“I’m
sorry,” Hank said as his fingers traced the abraded patches, the scratches, and
the marks on her breast. He spread her thighs wider so he could see what her
sex looked like. Fluid, her juices mixed with his milky-white cum, trickled
from between the open lips of her sex; her clit had withdrawn back into its
protective hood but he could see the swollen bump under the thin skin. “Oh,
God, Amanda…” he pushed himself off the bed, turning away from the sight of what
he had done to his wife there on the bed. He was filled with an agony of
self-loathing. How could he have hurt her like that? How could he have
forgotten himself so completely that he could use her body without a care for
how she would feel? He shook his head, angry at himself.

Amanda
stood in front of him, stopping his progress. He stared at the carpet,
unwilling to look up and see the pain and betrayal in her eyes. Her hand came
up under his chin, cupping it gently. “Hank, look at me. Please.”

Well,
if he saw rejection and pain and anguish there, it would be a fitting
punishment for what he had just done to her. He looked up into Amanda’s intense
silver eyes. And what he saw in their depths shook him. There was no pain, no
look of betrayal, no hurt or rejection. Instead, he saw love, compassion,
acceptance, and even a little bit of…humor?

There
was a hint of laughter in her voice as she said, “Hank, don’t be such an ass. I
asked you for it, you didn’t force me. You didn’t hurt me. I loved it. In case
you didn’t notice, I came. Multiple times. So don’t feel bad about givie
oe
one of the best experiences of my life.”

It
took a moment for her words to kick in. “You mean…you’re not leaving me?”

She
laughed and drew him back to bed. “Silly Hank! Why would I leave? The other
half of my heart is in you. I can’t live without you.” He lay down, and she lay
down beside him. “I love you.”

“I
love you.” Hank’s mind was still reeling. He had completely let himself go on
her as she lay helpless under him, and she still loved him. He had a sudden
inkling of what Logan had gone through the day Jubilee had walked in on him in
the middle of his berserker rage and he had attacked her. Hank had been full of
horror as he carried Jubilee’s bleeding body off to the medlabs; but she had
woken up, none the worse for wear, and walked off as if nothing had happened.
“Amanda?” he said softly.

“Mmm-hmm?”
she said in a sleepy voice.

“Was
it really…” he swallowed. “Did you really…”

A
soft chuckle. “Yes, Hank, I really enjoyed it. Though I wouldn’t do it every
day, it was still an experience I probably wouldn’t mind repeating sometime.” A
shift in his arms. “It was better than how I’d fantasized it would be.”

Hank’s
mind flew head over mental heels and landed somewhere in the pit of his
stomach. “You….you…fantasized about that?”

“Mmmm-hmm.
Lots of times. Wanted you to go all animal on me; after all, I do it to you
sometimes. It was lots better than I imagined it would be.” A sleepy giggle.
“Jubilee told me about the time Logan went all animal on her; I spent weeks
wondering how I could get you to do the same thing. Just one thing…”

“What?”

“Remind
me never to get you mad at me.” She rolled over, curled up against his side.
“Now can we go to sleep? I’m tired…and we have all day tomorrow to make love.
And the day after..and the day after…” her voice trailed off.

Hank
was bemused as he drifted off to sleep.