AN: Thanks for still reading, I appreciate it. As you know this is their honeymoon so if you are a bit prudish then don't read the next couple of chapters haha. Enjoy!
They had flown on a private jet a secluded tropical island in the Caribbean. Professor Xavier insisted on paying for their honeymoon as a wedding gift. Logan had spent the entire five-hour flight attempting to comfort Storm as gripped onto his hand, digging her nails into his palm, as she remained eerily silent with her face wrinkled with fear. Wolverine would tolerate the annoying pain if it meant Storm being as calm as possible.
When they arrived to their villa they were in awe. The sun was setting; it's reflection glimmering over the crystal blue sea. White sand shifted under their shoes as they approached the awaiting trio on the pathway.
"Hello!" a short statured man greeted. He began to reach for Logan and Ororo's luggage but Wolverine quickly jerked it away. "It is quite all right. We can carry our belongings," Ororo replied while shaking her head at Wolverine. The man introduced himself, "My name is Cyril. This is my wife Inez and daughter Lena." He gestured to the older then younger women. "We will show you where you will be staying."
It was a cozy cottage, deceptive in it's small appearance from the outside. Logan and Ororo were shown the kitchen, which included a dinette table for four, the living room containing a 42-inch flat screen television, coffee table and love seat. Much of the house contained wooden and earth toned décor. They stopped short of a simple wooden door. "And this is the bedroom. Mr. Charles had some requests that we gladly accommodated. We will leave you now. Inez will return in the morning to prepare your breakfast. Our home is just on the other side of the island. If there is anything you need our telephone number is next to the phone. Please do not hesitate to call. Enjoy your stay and congratulations." Cyril smiled, his warm brown eyes meeting theirs.
"Whatever could it be that he-" Ororo started as she opened the door but never finished, her mouth hanging open in joyous surprise. Candles were placed through out the room, the perfume of white roses filled the air. The extent that Charles had gone to to insure that she and Logan had a wonderful honeymoon warmed her heart. Wolverine threw his luggage carelessly to another side of the room then wrapped his arms around Storm's waist, pulling her to his direction. "Pretty nice of Chuck," he said with a lopsided smile. He planted a lingering kiss as his hands began to wander her frame. Ororo pulled away, placing a hand on his chest. "Wait, I have something I want to show you," she said, her eyes dazzling. Logan's brows crinkled in puzzlement as he watched her walk into the adjoining bathroom with a miniature overhead bag.
He was a man who was tired of waiting. He had been waiting for a month and he sure as hell didn't want to wait much longer. He began pacing, his steps heavy on the wooden floor as he began to undress. Might as well save time.
He was down to his pair of olive green boxers when he heard the turning of the doorknob. His head instinctually snapped in the direction of the miniscule noise. The door seemed to haltingly swing open. Then there she was, slinking towards him partially on her toes, stopping once she reached him. She stood statue still before him.
Logan stood frozen; his only movement was the growing erection in his underpants. With his lips parted he took in the sight before him. Her ivory La Perla tulle and lace overlay push up bra made her chest appear even perkier. His eyes skimmed past her petite waist that expanded out to her rounded hips where he found her sheer lace matching boyshorts. Her pearl tresses framed her down to the small of her back. It was all a stunning contrast from her caramel skin. The candles flickering around the room caused her hair and lingerie to have tinges of tangerine. Instead of the angelic goddess he was accustomed to seeing she now was transformed into the goddess of the fire that burned in his loins for her.
After a minute of watching Logan speechlessly appraising her she shattered the silence, "Do you not like it?" Self-consciousness began to set in as a protective arm wrapped around her frame. Wolverine broke out of the trance that her beauty placed him under. "'Course I like it. 'Ro you look…" No words came to mind except for one simple demand. "Turn around for me," he said, his voice gruff and low.
She did as she was told, standing with her back turned to him momentarily. The ridges of the lace ended half way over her firm, round cheeks. "Damn darlin' yer perfect," he stated as he stepped closer to her, cupping her behind. His manly, calloused hands lazily moved up her back, causing her to shutter. He unhooked her bra, then cautiously reached her slender shoulders, brushing the straps off her. He swept her hair away from her long neck and inhaled her natural fragrance. He would never grow tired of her scent. In the days leading to this he imagined ravaging her, plunging into her with violent, forceful thrusts. But now his wife stood before him, never so gorgeous as she was now. Those images were now replaced with the yearning desire to prove to her how much he loved her, needed her, craved her.
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, placing her gently atop it. His mouth collided with hers, tongue polishing her bottom lip for entrance into her mouth that she instantly granted. Her perked nipples grazed against his harden chest as she took a deep inhale of pleasure. After a month without his touch Wolverine could have had her anyway he wanted and Storm would have happily accepted it.
He nibbled lightly at the crease where her neck and right shoulder met. A sigh escaped her. Tension rose in her, her skin sizzled from the passion he brought out in her. Kisses trailed down to first her right breast as he began to suckle, the intensity rising with every passing second. Prying himself away he licked his way down the valley that separated her breast to show attention to the left one. No thoughts could form in Ororo's mine other than how exceptional Logan felt.
Delicate kisses outlined her curves; a ticklish shiver ran through her as he reached her thighs, which she parted with no hesitation. Logan pulled the lacy undergarment past those long, tone legs of hers he admired so much. His lips skimmed over her tender thighs. He took everything in him not to devour her, to steady himself as he took his time taunting her. The smell of her lust was suffocating. It was so intoxicating it caused his head to spin, his thoughts muddled. Only the urge to please her kept him alert.
His tongue licked from her slit to her sensitive bud. A gasp left Storm's pouty lips. His tongue ran over her pink folds once again back up to her nub. Her eyes closed tightly in ecstasy. She was unsure of what to do with her hands. One was placed on the back of his head, fingers tangled in his messy chestnut hair. The other pinched her harden nipples, traveled up to her neck, rubbing it before reaching down to his left shoulder, scratching it in delight.
There was no confection in the world sweeter than his goddess. "Mmmm you taste good, 'Ro," he growled into her center before latching on to her clit, flicking it quickly. White orbs peered down on him. There was never a more erotic image than seeing Logan's ruggedly handsome face buried between her thighs. It turned her on even more, bring her closer to her peek. Logan's tongue darted in and out of her opening ravenously, causing her thighs to clench around his head in a vice grip. Her fingers gripped the bed sheets as her hips instinctually rotated, grinding against his mouth. She inhaled and exhaled staggered breaths, as her body tensed with excitement. Wolverine heard muffled moans as her sweetness began to flow out of her, indicating she climaxed. He hungrily lapped it up.
Ororo's nerves were heightened but head light with pleasure. Logan shifted upwards and kissed her jaw line then nibbled her ear lobe. "Logan, I want to feel you inside of me," she whimpered blissfully. "Anything for you darlin'," he replied as kicked out of his boxers and slowly began to stretch her around him. "Fuck yer tight 'Ro," he roared low. She was scorching hot and sleek with arousal as she molded to fit his length and thickness, sending a pleasing shockwave through her. His thrusts were deliberately long and slow, taking his time to feel all over her, absorb all of her essence. He looked down at the beauty beneath him. Eyes shut tightly, teeth snagging at her bottom lip, face contorted in bliss, he was completely enthralled. "Look at me," he moaned. Her lids lifted to reveal haunting white eyes gazing back up at him. "I love you," he declared in his velvety baritone. "Mmm, I love you too, Logan," she replied low and sultry.
She wrapped her legs around him to be filled with every inch of him, tilting her hips up ever so subtly, but just enough to hit her spot. That spot that sent her eyes rolling back into her head. "Logan, love, yes. Right there!" she cried out, demanding more. His thrusts became faster, more powerful. Her hips began to buck as her nails dug deep into his expansive, muscular back. Scarlet scratches healed nearly as soon as they were made repeatedly. She became even damper; he didn't even think it was possible for her to get wetter. Her screams of ecstasy drove him on, the sexist, most rewarding thing that he ever heard.
Logan felt so overwhelming amazing Ororo began to shed tears. He throbbed inside of her as he grunted with every thrust. "Oooo Logan you feel so good! Oh goddess! Logan!" she sung out as she clenched, pulsating around his member. He threw his head back and howled out in carnal jubilation while his muscular legs quivered as she withered below him. Together they met their climax.
He collapsed next to her, both basking in euphoria. The sweat from his hair soaked his pillow. He peered lazily over at his wife next to him. Her cocoa skin glistened with perspiration, locks splayed wildly over her pillow, azure eyes tiredly, contently, meeting his. He took her hand and brought it up to his mouth, kissing her wedding band. "How do you feel Mrs. Hewlett?" he asked with his lips curling at the corners. "Amazing," she sighed, her lips curved upwards into a smile. She took his hand that held hers to her chest putting it over her heart then placed her right hand on his broad chest, just as she did the first day they confessed their love for one another. "I love you, my dearest Logan," she whispered, her smile still lingered. "I love you too, darlin', he replied, allowing her to moment to regain enough energy to repeat the love making again throughout the night.
Just as the sun began to cast away the darkness of night is when they fell asleep. Storm's sleep was a deep sleep, much needed and sound. She felt his eager, course hand rubbed the round of her right hip as he began to nuzzle her neck, placing a dainty kiss on her color bone. "'Ro, baby, wake up," he purred in her ear before running his tongue along her lobe. She shifted her weight to the left to face him though her eyes remained shut, their lips fusing together. A tiny electric hum ran through Storm as arousal began to overcome exhaustion. But Wolverine stopped abruptly, his head facing the direction of the door. Ororo opened her mouth to speak but Wolverine hushed her. He heard light footsteps accompanied with the smell of… Nutmeg? SKINT! He was taking no chances. If someone interrupted him from getting some pus-
Lena, the young girl from last night entered, wheeling in a cart of food. Her eyes widen in horror first from the sight of the intimate newlyweds then seeing the shimmering, menacing blades protruding between Wolverine's knuckles. Ororo embarrassedly slunk down further into the bed, hastily bringing the sheets up to her neck. Logan hurriedly reinserted his blades then covered his massive erection with a pillow. Normally he wouldn't have. After all it was their honeymoon. If someone barged into their room he'd let them taken in all of his glory but it seemed odd and inappropriate to let a girl no older than fourteen in on the showcase.
"I'm sorry. I should have knocked first. My mother sent me to deliver your breakfast," the gangly girl shakily announced. "It is quite fine my child," Storm assured warmly, reminded of herself at that age. "Did the freak storm last night bother you any?" the girl asked as she wheeled in the cart of food. "Freak storm?" Ororo's brows furrowed in bewilderment. "Oh yes," Lena replied excitedly, "There was a horrible thunder storm but also snow flakes fell and small chunks of ice from the sky. Storms are normal but snow has never happened before. It's not normal at all. Fortunately no damage was done" Logan turned to an abashed Storm whose head bowed, face flushed. "Sorry," she sheepishly apologized. Lena set trays covered with French toast, bacon, scrambled eggs, and sliced avocados accompanied with fresh squeezed orange juice on top of their laps as she eyed them suspiciously. "It's ok I guess," she stated, "As long as it is a one time thing." Then the teen's nose crinkled as she focused intensely. The glass of juice on Storm's tray slid across it. She and Logan applauded as Lena took a small bow then left the room, making sure to close the door behind her.
Storm sighed in disappointment with herself. "I cannot allow this to occur again. I must be more careful," she berated herself. "Guess so darlin' 'cause I don't plan on lettin' up," he responded, smiling smugly. He leaned over and kissed the crook of her neck. Automatically a heat inside of her started to rise. "Logan, can I at least finish my breakfast first?" she joking reprimanded. Wolverine chuckled, "You got thirty minutes darlin'."