Owned by Pirates

I squeezed my legs against his backside to propel him lower, further into my depths. “Oh... yes...” I moaned, working my hips against him in a wave. Too many feelings and thoughts were flooding me at once, and my whole body was twitching from bliss.

As our skin became one flesh, I was astounded at how close, how intimate this act was. He could hear my every breath, every moan, practically every thought as I lay naked under him. Yet instead of being vulnerable, I felt powerful from the way his broad shoulders stirred when I wriggled him deeper, as I opened for him. This great man, the strong and dominating Captain of the Fortune, was shuddering in my arms, flushed and wanting.

As he rocked inside me, always stroking further, I felt the burning pull in my core, as if flames were waiting to be released. His lips meandered along my breast, closing around my nipple to suck gently. I clutched his head as I began to quiver.

“Kiss me as I...” I begged. As his mouth settled over mine, my center exploded in a crashing of warmth, all tension released as I moaned beneath him. My tight little tunnel flowed with juices, and he was able to press even deeper.

“Oh, lassie,” he groaned, with a tender ferocity. His hips moved faster, propelling him with a force that surprised and delighted me. The feeling of him completely consuming me was positively divine.

“Yes,” I squealed, overcome by both sensation and emotion. “Yes, Captain!”

He kissed me savagely as he thrust deeper, and his low grunts drove me mad with passion. “Take me, Captain,” I gasped, “Harder... please...”

His powerful body quivered, then I suddenly felt his entire frame shudder as bursts of his hot liquid erupted inside me. My urgent little cries were muffled by his lips, as I instinctively tightened inside, passionately caressing him to the end.

“Oh, my love...” he growled, searching my eyes as the last tremors rattled through him. “I love you, Flora. My sweet girl.”

“I love you, Captain.”

He rolled to the side, clutching me against him snugly. Then I felt his chuckle under my cheek, sitting up slightly to study his dark eyes. They were softer. Like the gentle breeze after a storm had passed.

“Do you remember when you grabbed my collar, offering to fix it on the day we met?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any idea how hard it was not to kiss you right then?”

I giggled. “We’d barely met.”

“Which is why I didn’t.” He leaned up on his elbow, his other hand meandering along my shoulder, through my hair. “The funny thing is, back then you would have been so terrified, you would have let me. But now, you would have slapped me quite properly.”

I nodded. “That’s likely true.”

His grin caused the few wee lines around his eyes to crinkle adorably. “I think I’d prefer an honest slap to a terrified kiss. I’m glad you’ve found your voice, little lass.”

The Captain leaned in to kiss me, then I slapped him gently, barely brushing my hand on his cheek. “What’s that slap for?”

“For not kissing me harder,” I said, raising an eyebrow haughtily.

Pulling me close, he kissed me until my toes curled, my hips quivered, and my fingers dug roughly into his shoulders.

“Hard enough?” he finally breathed.

“Keep practicing.”

“Arr,” he growled, “You saucy little…”

~ Chapter 24 ~ The Captain ~

* New World *

Although I drifted off for a spell, I bolted awake again. Perhaps I was just too joyous to sleep.

Ever since I’d made the decision to rename the ship, fortune had been in my favor. Except for the one bit of unpleasantness in Parrinport, and the fact that we would have to find new towns for Flora to sell her jewelry, our new life of shipping and trading was going brilliantly.

Having Flora on the ship had brought balance to our crew. She lightened the mood. There was more joking and laughter, and the joviality was in slightly better taste much of the time since a lady was present.

The food was much better, which improved everyone's mood overall. We had new clothing, which always made the men feel well cared for. The raggedy sails were being repaired steadily.