“It always hurts the girl the first time.” I sighed heavily, shaking my head. “Did your mother not explain this to you?”
“She said to let the man do what he needed to, and don’t bother fighting,” she shrugged.
“Hell’s teeth,” I muttered. Taking a deep breath, I thought for a few moments before speaking. “Lassie, your lady parts have never been opened by a man. So things will be very tight. But you’re so tiny, and I’m so big, that it would be, shall we say, uncomfortable for you. The first time will likely hurt.”
She blushed brightly, but forced herself to continue. “I, um, have heard of the maidenhead. But wouldn’t it get better after a few times?”
I shook my head sadly. “I don’t know. And I don’t know if that’s a chance I’d want to take with you, little one.”
“What if…” she hesitated, her cheeks turning nearly crimson, but I nodded for her to continue. “What if it’s a chance that I want to take?” she asked. “You said that out here on the sea, there are no rules. If I want to do something, I should do it. Right?”
I was so proud of her for being brave, even when she was embarrassed. And even when she disagreed with me. I grinned, giving a little chuckle. “S’pose I did say that.”
“Well, I want to try.” Her eyes were determined, but I could see the twinge of nervousness deep within.
“Tell you what, lass, I’ll think about it.”
Her fingers began unbuttoning my shirt. Then I felt her soft hands on my chest. I wasn’t sure why that always stirred my blood. Watching her be so bold was arousing in a way that I couldn’t make sense of.
Standing up, I laid her on the bed, shucking my clothes to snuggle under the blankets with her.
“We’ve had a busy day, and you’ve likely had a fright. If we were responsible people, we’d go straight to sleep,” I teased.
“Good thing we’re actually pirates,” she said, her eyes flashing in the dim light. She grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me so hard my heart raced in my chest. Flora pressed her forehead to mine. “I demand that you take me.”
I’d never wanted a woman this desperately in my life. I’d never needed anything as much as I needed to plunge inside her. For her to give me an order like this was the most arousing thing a man could ever hear.
~ Chapter 23 ~ Flora ~
* Please *
I’d never demanded anything in my entire life. Since he was the Captain, I knew that he could laugh it off if he really wanted to. But I needed him to feel how serious I was.
Having him laying over me felt so right, as my legs spread, pulling him against me. His arousal was hard as steel, nudging against my skin. I felt so open, so ready. I needed to feel him completely. I’d been craving him for weeks now. It was time.
We kissed with such fire that it felt like he lost himself for a moment, his hand gripping my hip as he began to press against me. Then he stopped.
“I can’t hurt you lass. I just can’t. After seeing how every man in your life has brought you pain, I cannot do it.” He looked at me in absolute anguish.
I felt my lips press together as I thought intently for a second. “What if you weren’t the one to do it?”
He eyed me suspiciously. “What on earth do you mean?”
“Well, what if... um,” I blushed, wishing once again that the Captain would just ravish me completely instead of this awkwardness.
“What if I were the one doing all of the moving, so that it was completely my fault if anything hurt for a moment?” I suddenly blurted.
“Hmm,” the Captain contemplated. “I’ve always said that you’re a clever lass.” He rolled us so that I was on top of him.
Instantly I felt my juices flowing as my hips moved of their own accord. Sliding myself along his length, I saw his eyes blaze.
Reaching down, I stroked his thick shaft, loving the feeling of his body trembling from my touch. The tingling charge between us was nearly too much.
My body took over, as my desire told me exactly what to do. Straddling his hips with my knees wide, I rubbed his tip around my opening. Watching his eyes locked on to where we were about to join sent a thrill up my spine. His hands gripped my behind tightly as his gaze wandered from my breasts to my open thighs.
Leaning slightly forward, I pressed the head into my flesh, rocking, wiggling as he began to slip inside.
“Gently, sweetheart,” he murmured, a worried but keen look in his eyes. “We have all night. Go slowly.”