Chapter Twelve Moon （Honeymoon, that is.）
It’s been a long, frantic ride to our honeymoon destination.
My dress is too impractical for most roadside places, and I’ve made a mess of Sam’s pocket square and potentially torn my veil, but it was wonderful to be alone, to feel safe, to feel free.
To feel like a woman and wife, and a person who’s done the most amazing feat—managed to please herself, her man, and her mother—all in one day.
It’s no wonder I’m relaxed and limp as a kitten when Sam carries me over the threshold to our bungalow.
It’s near enough to hear the falls without seeing them, but I don’t mind.
It’s also much more private than being in a hotel or motel where the rooms all connect.
Niagara Honeymoon Cottages are laid out along a little path, and ours is at the far end.
In low light, I’m not sure if it’s the prettiest one of the lot, but I don’t care.
I don’t think I’ll be looking at the outside too much.
“Happy honeymoon, Mrs. Silverman.” Sam carries me in, kicks the door shut after us, and grabs my neck at the back, holding me in a clinch with a kiss that sends fire through every inch of me.
Relaxation is gone. I’ve never been kissed like that, not even by him.
The burning lust that ebbed and flowed in the excitement of our wedding day and the weariness of a long drive crashes back in like a typhoon-driven wave.
“You’re mine, Susie. All mine now. And all I’ve wanted to do for hours is show you how much I love every inch of you. I know you probably want bed and bath, baby doll, but—”
“I only want you. I don’t even want supper.” Mother packed us a cold hamper, but I couldn’t eat a thing.
“I’ll get the bags. You get comfortable. Don’t go away,” Sam says, patting the air as though I’m possibly going to vanish if he turns his back.
Getting comfortable means using the washroom, freshening up, and removing some of the underskirts from my dress. In less time than seems possible, Sam is back, jacket and tie shed, shoes off, bags on the settee near the bed.
“Susie!”
“I’m here! How’d you move so fast?”
“Wolf-like speed and strength. Wolf traits don’t leave; they just diminish.
Like the knot and the... size. They’ll probably change with ‘heats.’ I’m sorry, I don’t have any idea how they work.
You’re my first lover since this happened.
Correction—you’re my first ever lover. I never was in love before, and I can tell that now.
” Sam sweeps me into his arms and whirls me around, looking at me worshipfully.
“I never wanted anyone the way I want you, either.”
“It’s the same for me,” I whisper, kissing him back, whirling him with me.
My fingers find the buttons of his shirt, and he finds the tiny buttons on the back of my dress.
Our fingers fly together, undressing each other in the pink light of the bungalow’s pink-shaded lamps.
When the bodice of my dress is falling from my shoulders, Sam’s mouth latches to one breast through the cup of my brassiere, and then it’s gone, flipped and flicked away as if by magic.
My skirts are up, and I’m back on the bed, my sheer stockings and garters revealing that my knickers are gone.
Sam pins my thighs to the bed with my snowy skirts around his head, and his mouth fastens to my thighs, nipping and kissing a trail to my hot center.
“Already so hot. So wet. Fuck, Susie, this pussy has been screaming my name for hours. Days.” His tongue dips in deep, making both of us moan.
I gasp at how deep he goes, how hungry he seems for my juices. “Sam. Oh, God... Sam...”
“Let me have you. Every inch. Tonight, I don’t have to stop unless my bride wants me to stop,” he whispers.
“Don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop,” I cry, trying to find his shoulders as he kneels between my legs and starts sucking my button.
His hands reach up, squeeze mine, and fasten to my bare breasts, milking my tight nipples with little squeezes that send electric pulses right between my legs.
And when his mouth and fingers work together—I see stars.
I come hard and fast with a banshee yell that makes me blush, especially since I grip his hair in my fist and grind my pussy to his mouth to capture that last bit of pleasure.
“Ohhh, yes. Yes, my mate. I’m all yours. I love when you do that, Susie. I like it. The wolf likes it. Just to feel you wanting me.”
“I want you so bad, Sam. I want your cock in me. I... It’s aching inside, and I want to fix it.”
“I want to fix it too, angel,” he purrs, and keeps lapping at my bead while his fingers slide in gently.
At first, the intrusion is strange, especially when Sam pushes past the place where he usually stops, moving in deep. Moving to where it pinches and stretches.
His nose works, and he throws me a frightened look, just for a second. “Hurt?”
“No, but it’s deeper than usual. And... And I think I’m going to like it.” I know I’ll learn to, with Sam leading me.
“Just squeeze on me. That’s right, make your pussy give me a nice long squeeze. Tell me how that feels,” he suggests, his tone encouraging, rubbing my nub as he keeps his finger pushed in deep and aiming up high.
“Ohh. Ohh, that’s... That’s getting better,” I admit. My hips are restless and getting pushy. They want more. They want movement. “Do men fuck their wives with their fingers?” I ask, because I don’t know for certain.
“Oh, yes, honey. Whenever they want. But a cock is bigger, and some women prefer bigger.”
“I prefer you.”
“I’d prefer we finish undressing—just in case we make a little mess.” Sam gently eases his finger out and pops it in his mouth, but not before I catch the red ring on his index finger.
He licks my blood. And my juices. And he’s going to put his release deep inside of me.
It’s so intimate, probably something that most people in my little circle would consider dirty, and that only makes me crave him more.
Even the slightly animalistic parts...
“Help me out of this, then. Help me out of everything,” I urge, sitting up and stepping out of my gown.
In seconds, I’m bare, and so is he, and this time, there is no need to stop or worry.
We talked about it and decided that whatever happens, we’ll face it together.
Whatever sort of children we have, werewolves, humans, with powers or not, we’ll raise them to be loving, to fight for good, not evil.
Even though the lust in me is practically blinding, the love is overarching, always spurring me on in my desire.
“I didn’t know love like this existed,” I whisper, falling back to the bed with my attentive husband.
“I never thought it would for me, that’s for damn sure,” Sam agrees. “And here you are. All for me.”
“Mmm. All for me.” I look at the thick, hard rod I’ve had my mouth and hand around, and my pussy gives a jealous throb.
Sam chuckles, a low, smoky sound that seems to ripple over my skin.
He kisses me from cheeks to hips, stopping for another nuzzle at my curls, another hard, determined rub at my bead that has me gripping his shoulders and digging my nails into his skin.
“I want you to be so ready. So wet and ready.”
“I am. I promise, I am.” I dare to pull him up, knees and legs bent, tangling and draping over his as he smothers me with more adoring kisses, and his cock slots into the warm, wet vise of my pussy.
There’s a moment of slipperiness that proves to be too much, as his head slides up and jabs my bead, then down and skates roughly over my opening without going in. “You’re just so tight, angel,” he breathes out, a panting, grating growl in his chest.
“Let me?” I ask, hand already gripping the flushed, angry-looking rod, holding it where it’s meant to go. “There. Try that.”
At first, I think my instructions were a mistake, since it feels like someone trying to put a sausage through a sewing needle, but Sam seems to know it’s not comfortable.
“Gotta squeeze, Susie. Squeeze and rub your pretty pussy while I suck on your nipples. You have the yummiest pair of breasts out there. Never seen anything so beautiful.” Sam praises, lowering his head to pull a mouthful of hard nipple and the crinkled area around it into his mouth.
I obey on the other fronts, squeezing my sore pussy around the too-large cock while rubbing my wet little pearl in a needy circle.
“Ohh. Oh, God, baby. Do you feel that? Feel how wet you’re getting? How hungry that little pussy is for her mate?”
“I love when you talk. Keep talking,” I moan, and it is getting easier. More of Sam slides in, making my insides complain as his girth splits me open.
“Tell you how good your pretty pussy feels? How deep I’m going to fuck you? You like that?”
I blush, but nod. “Love that.”
“Oooh, well then I can tell you a lot. I can tell you that this cock is going to bury inside of you until you can’t take another inch. And I’m going to pound you, baby doll, until you’re coming and screaming my name. And do you know what’s going to happen when you’re coming so hard?”
“What?” I moan, breath escaping with a ragged gasp as Sam starts to move in and out, testing my ability to take more inches each time.
“I’m going to put my knot in your pussy, Susie.
That big thing in you, and it’s gonna feel good, or we don’t have to.
But once it’s in, my cum is going to be so deep inside of you, and this knot won’t let it out.
Not for a long, long time. Until you’ve come again and again on the hardness trapped in you, taken all of my loads.
Creamy pussy with that burst cherry dripping out of you. ”
“Fuck, Sam. Oh, go. Go harder. You can now,” I urge, unable to stand the friction of his swollen cock inside of me, my fingers on the outside, and his sweet, filthy words rattling inside my head.
“That’s just the beginning, Susie. Whatever you want to try, we can try. I’m not some prude who expects his wife to lie back and think of England. Or New York, in this case.”
I giggle, sealing his words with a kiss while our bodies learn a steady rhythm. It’s slow at first, and things are a little painful, but before long, there’s a slick slapping sound filling the room.
And I realize it’s us. It’s not the falls or some lake nearby. It’s Sam’s slick cock in my soaked pussy, his heavy balls slapping against my bottom on every thrust.
“Listen to how wet you are. Bet if I pulled out now, you’d gush into my mouth like a fountain. Want to?” Sam tempts.
“No, no. I want you in me. I’m getting close.”
“And you’re taking so much. I think you’re going to need a little more room to take the knot.
” Sam sits up slowly, still inside of me, and lifts my hips with one hand as though I weigh no more than a feather.
He slides a pillow under my hips, grabs my calves, and lifts me up.
He keeps fucking me in this new angle, harder and faster, a look of rabid desire on his face as his eyes fix on my pussy.
“Gorgeous,” he praises. “You should see yourself, Susie. All dark and flushed. All soaked. Little love button standing up high and hard.” Sam licks his fingers and brings them to my bead and the small, thick structure supporting it.
He pinches it and strokes, his thumb and forefinger making the same motion my fist does around his thick cock.
“Oh, holy God, Sam!” I squeal, and my husband leans over me, one arm by my shoulder, one still teasing my pussy, and his hips slam into mine.
“Come on, little bride. Come for me, sweet mate, perfect wife. My Susie. My girl,” he chants, his face a tight mask of lines and gritted teeth.
“Saaa-aaam!” My broken wail of pleasure tears out of my lips from the belly up, everything in me shaking and clenching—and the scream turns into a gurgle of startled, almost painful, surprise as Sam uses my pleasure to force his knot into my already strained pussy.
“Ohhh. Ohhh, Susan,” he gasps, my walls barely able to contain him. “So good.”
After the threat of passing out is over—it truly is.
I can feel his essence flooding me, filling me, trapped by the knot.
The stretch is warm and tingly, and my poor, confused insides don’t know what to do.
They just had a glorious peak—and another one is hard on its heels.
Sam licks his fingers, smirks, and slides back to toy with me again. “You’re going to break me,” I whisper.
“Not possible. I’m the broken one. And you fixed me.” Sam’s rakish look softens, and he slowly lowers himself to my chest, both of us wincing and groaning as our bodies discover how to move while glued together. “Do you know how much I love you, beautiful, brave bride of mine?”
“Say that three times fast,” I tease.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Sam smiles, but his eyes are serious. Filled with light, yet serious. I think they’d call it joy.
I know I have the same look—although I imagine I’m probably more flushed. “I love you, too, I love you, too, I love you, too.”
Sam puts his forehead to mine. “You know, you’re one sassy little secretary.”
“Aren’t you glad you hired me?” I wink, caressing his face.
“The gladdest, sweetheart.”
I think it’s a tie, but he looks so happy. I think I’ll let Sam win—this time.