Taken by Pirates

Even though we’d become very comfortable together, the moment we were alone, the sparks between us stirred up again instantly, like stoking a fire that burned brighter every time.

Although I never wanted our kiss to end, I needed to get my beautiful wife naked as quickly as possible.

Whenever we were together, whether in our house, on the ship, or even in Clementine’s home, we usually managed to sneak away several times a day. Living without Maggie’s touch for even two full days was almost unbearable.

Spinning her around, I unfastened the back of her dress, nearly tearing off a button in my haste.

She helped me remove her slip, then her knickers, so that I could admire her soft, smooth skin in the warm light. Her mouth found mine again, as our slow, deep kiss sent tremors through both of us.

“Every single inch of you is so beautiful,” I murmured, picking her up then lying her across the bed.

“Then why aren’t you here with me?” she teased.

I ran a hand through my unruly hair as she spread those glorious thighs. It only took half a moment for my boots to be flung under the bed, and my clothing to hit the floor.

Kneeling, I yanked her to the edge of the bed, throwing her legs over my shoulders as I spread her wide.

That soft moan as I dragged my tongue through the valley of her sweetest flesh was the reason I always raced to come home.

I tried to wait patiently as her body got ready for me, her juices flowing freely as I lapped up every drop. Sliding my middle finger into her snug entrance, the sound of her wetness was the only noise other than her halting breath.

Her fingers gripped my hair, pulling my tongue to her little swollen button, even though I already knew exactly what she wanted.

“Levi,” she rasped, as her head fell back, “More.”

“Yes, my lady,” I murmured, increasing my pace as I felt her tight channel milking my fingers.

Her trembling and moaning were so beautiful, and I always loved watching my darling proper girl become more like a wild animal.

Licking faster, harder, I eagerly awaited one of my favorite moments. That split second where Maggie’s entire body froze for a heartbeat, tensing like a twig about to snap.

Her ragged breathing stopped entirely, then her wail circled the room around us as she released against me, twitching and shaking as she cried out my name over and over.

Once she stopped quivering, I stood up, my shaft hard as bone. I pulled her back to the center of the bed, lying over her with my weight on my forearms.

I knew that my darling couldn’t stand being confined in any enclosed space – except this one. She loved when I overpowered her, and caged her in.

Strangely, this confinement always excited her beyond belief, as if it cranked her lust to the limit, making her half-crazed.

My hand slipped into the back of her hair, gripping snugly to hold her in place. Reaching down, I dragged the thick tip of my length up and down through her wet crease.

“Is this what you need, my love?”

“Don’t tease me,” she murmured, gliding her fingertips along the back of my neck.

As I stroked through her folds, I began to dip inside just enough to watch her eyes widen. Finally I couldn’t stand teasing both of us any longer. Slowly pressing down, I listened for her delicate choked cries as I seated myself completely inside her.

“Levi,” she panted, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, darling,” I breathed, kissing along her cheeks as my hips began to drive my length all the way in and out of her soft heaven.

Her warm breath was already ragged as I teased her nipples, rolling them between my thick fingers.

Locking my eyes with hers, I could tell she was feeling extra mischievous today. I always wanted to give my darling wife precisely what she needed, and tried to pick up on every clue she gave me.

“Tell me, my beautiful angel, do you want–”

“Yes. Please.”