“As am I,” she whispered against his ear.
That was a whole new encouragement and he had to be inside her. Holding her against him with her legs around his hips, he turned and carried her over to the map table, lowering her to its edge.
Confused, she stared down at the map on the table below her. “Whatever are you doing?”
“Having you.” He unlaced his breeches and his cock pitched out. “Lie down. You will be higher here and I will be able to see you better while I bring you off.”
With a whimper, she submitted and reclined, her arms twined over her head as she stretched out on the table, staring at his cock. Passion flashed in her eyes—passion so intense that for a moment it looked as if candle flames were flickering there in her eyes, and Roderick’s cock jerked eagerly in response to her heated stare. Wrapping his hand around his girth, he held himself in check while he nodded at her, indicating she should lift her skirts for him.
“Here, on the map?”
Roderick gazed down as the layered skirts lifted and his quarry was exposed. “While you are mine, I’ll have you wherever and whenever I think it necessary.”
“Captain, you are increasingly demanding.” Her eyes glowed, and she rested her booted feet on either side of his hips.
“I do not hear you complaining.”
Laughing softly, she shook her head. “I should not let you take advantage of this bargain we struck,” she murmured. But she did not relinquish her hold on him, the sturdy heels of her boots embedded in his flanks as he prepared to mount her.
“Pull your skirts higher.”
She obliged him, gathering the material at her waist, her eyes locked with his. She tried to hold his gaze, but he wanted to see the rest.
“Ah, yes, I am able to bear witness to your state of readiness now.”
“Please, you tease me.”
“No, I admire you.” He smiled her way. “You will be filled soon enough.”
Soft, dark hair feathered around the opening of her beautiful cunt, and he marveled at the look of her. Displayed the way she was, arranged at the edge of the table, her plump mound stood proud. Beneath it the pink folds glistened enticingly. The sight of her so slippery and inviting made him ache to be there, and he had to stem his cock, an action that drew her gaze.
It made him unaccountably proud when she looked at him that way.
He pushed the thumb of his free hand inside her, testing her, and found her slick and hot. Alluring and mysterious both, the dark channel called to him. Easing his thumb in and out, he groaned when he felt her grasp at it, her inner walls closing tightly on him. “That is quite the invitation you’re offering me.”
“I trust you intend to accept it.”
“Rest assured I am.” He withdrew his thumb and spread her silken arousal on his crown. Then he directed his cock to that hot spot, and when he did she bucked eagerly.
“Fill me, please,” she cried out.
Stunned at her wild demand, Roderick wondered for a moment if he was dreaming. How lusty she was, as if it was her true nature he was witnessing now. Then she shifted her hips and her flesh gave way under his, sucking him in.
“Dear God, you are a treasure indeed.” He clamped his left hand over her mound, and then thrust his cock fully into her.
Her body arched and her head rolled. She looked so eager for him. That in itself assured Roderick that he would spill in moments if he did not level his head.
He moved his hands to her thighs, stroking up and down, savoring the feel of her soft skin against his palms. That seemed to inflame her and she wriggled, her body tightening rhythmically on his cock.
“I warn you, my lady, I will fill you with my seed forthwith if you don’t allow me a moment to gather my senses.”
She stilled, then stared at him from under her eyelids.
“That’s better. Now let me look at you, and then I will give you everything you want and more.”
Her lips parted, and he thought she was about to object, but instead she watched him, waiting. It was hard not to move, hard to force himself to simply burn the sight of her into his memory—this wanton with her brazen breasts and dewy cleft, so eager for him. She made him want to hold her tight in his arms forever—a ludicrous notion for a man married to the sea.