Soon after the ceremony was finished and everyone had said their congratulations, Morgan grabbed Eva's hand and dragged her with him toward his cabin.
"But, but...," she protested as she noticed the knowing glances the crewmembers sent them.
"Just let them stare," Morgan chuckled. "They aren't mated so they must still be on duty," he sent his soldiers a knowing glance and saw them return to their work.
"Come along here, honey," Morgan said as he opened the door to his cabin and took her inside. A short command and the door closed behind them. Locking them inside. "Finally alone," Morgan said in a relieved tone as he let his eyes roam all over her body, heating her once again. "Now, how about repeating that look-over you gave me in there?" he suggested.
Eva looked at him. Why not? It was embarrassing to know that everyone of his crew knew exactly what they were up to, but hadn't they known all along what had occurred in her prison cell? And now that they were mated they were allowed to have sex -- it was even anticipated. She shoved away any thoughts about them being enemies and gave him a sultry smile.
"Why not," she said aloud, before moving her hand to her suit and slowly opening it, revealing her naked breasts underneath. At once she had Morgan's undivided attention and he stared at every part of her skin at she slowly revealed more to him. She moved her hands to her braid, and took off the hairpins, letting her long hair flow freely over her shoulders.
Morgan gasped and came closer all of a sudden.
"Stop there," she ordered him. "Now it's my turn." He nodded as if giving her permission to set the pace of their lovemaking for once.
"Sit in that chair," she ordered.
"I'm not sure that would be much fun," Morgan smiled at her. "It's impossible to lie down."
"I don't want you to lie down," she said silkily as she directed him toward the chair. "I have something completely different on my mind."
"Good. I like variation. As long as it ends with my cock buried inside of you, I'm in," he chuckled. He sank down in the chair and leaned back, watching carefully every move she made.
"Oh, I'm sure that can be arranged," she said teasingly, giving him a warm look as if she wanted to skip all the warm up and get right down to business. But he deserved to wait a little longer, she thought smugly as she took a deep breath and prepared to make him mad with wanting her -- hopefully before she surrendered herself to him.
She stood before him and continued her slow undressing, making sure to touch and fondle the underside of her breasts as if she planned to feed them to him. Gradually dragging the fabric down over her stomach, she roamed her hands over her skin, massaging herself until she felt the warmth seeping through her every pore as she envisioned him being the one that touched her.
She opened her eyes and gazed at him - wanting him to partake in her fantasy and making him understand her yearning. His eyes were heated and the bulge in his lap had now increased into a full erection by the look of it. His hands had tightened on the armrests and his knuckles were whitening by the force of his grip.
She made quick work of the rest of her skin suit and stepped away from it, leaving her naked before him. He swallowed hard as he looked her over, stopping at her breasts and her hairless cunt.
"You have shaved?" he asked hoarsely.
"Yes, I wanted to feel your skin against mine -- to increase my sensitivity."
"Next time you better tell me in advance, so I can give you a hand," Morgan said hoarsely as he stared at her naked cunt as if he was completely spellbound by her hairless skin.
She came towards him and started to open his skin suit, starting at his throat, then gradually removing his skin suit in front of her eyes. She longed to touch him, but she wanted him closer to the edge before that. For once she would enjoy being the one in command and she longed to see him bend to
her
rule for a change.
He reached out and touched her nipples but she caught his hands and put them back to the armrests.
"Sit still or I'll stop," she ordered.
He chuckled. "What? You want to give and not receive?"
She nodded her assent. She didn't trust her voice at the time.
"Be my guest and do what you like," he smiled at her and leaned backwards in the chair, looking as sure and collected as he always did. She wanted to rock that posture -- wanted him to plead and beg for her to pleasure him. She vowed to achieve that goal. Even if it meant postponing her own pleasure until she was shaking with need. Moving between his legs she sat down on her knees between his thighs. Her hands roamed over his tight stomach and she was elated by his sharp intake of breath as she moved closer to his swollen member.
She opened his skin suit to reveal the more interesting skin underneath. His hardened cock immediately leapt free of the fabric and stood proudly in front of her sultry eyes. She watched in awe as she took in his large member - the thickness of him and the bulbous head. She circled her hand around the head and gave him a firm squeeze. Morgan breathed deeply but still held himself still -- allowing her to examine him as she wanted.
She smiled at him as she moved her hand down toward the root of his cock, meeting the hair that enveloped his thick cock, before venturing upwards again. The bulbous head seemed to be even bigger now and she could see white liquid gathering at the top, preparing to coat his way inside of her hungry body. She licked her lips at the sight and felt a strong need to take him inside of her -- one way or another.
She bent forward and moved her tongue over his cock head, teasing the small bud underneath his cock head with the tip of her tongue. A gasp was heard from Morgan and she felt his cock becoming harder than before and making a jerking motion as if to leave her grip. She wouldn't let him leave and she opened her mouth and enveloped his cock with her warm lips.
"Oh, god," he said hoarsely. His voice was barely recognisable.
Holding on to him with her hands, she held his cock directed at her as she tried to take as much of him as she could inside of her mouth. There was still much to go as she felt his cock head meet the back of her throat. She stroked his warm member with her tongue, willing him to feel as much pleasure as she did as she carefully examined every part of him with her lips and tongue.
"Don't stop. Please, don't stop," he groaned loudly.
She moved her lips upwards and almost letting go of his cock, before she enveloped him in her mouth again. Tightening her lips around his warm flesh she sucked him to her as if he was a sweet that she couldn't get enough of. She could hear him moan every time she took him into her mouth. Hearing his breathing becoming more and more erratic as she felt him giving himself up to the feelings she awoke in him.
