“Take your pants off,” she wiggled, attempting to tug them down.
With one final flick of his tongue, he sat up. “Mmm,” he licked his lips, “delicious.”
Her mouth parted and she fanned herself. “If I’d known you were that good at foreplay, I would have thrown myself at you so much sooner.”
Laughing, he undid the laces of breeches.
“No babies,” she said, planting a hand on his chest as he tried to crawl back on her.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he nodded. “I’ll pull out.”
“Oh this is so stupid,” she finally said, and then grabbing him behind the neck, pulled him back to her roughly, “but I just don’t care.”
She captured his lips with her own, there were no soft murmurings of love, or gentle exploration of tongues. She was nibbling on his bottom lip and when he parted them, she slipped her tongue inside. She wasn’t just tasting him, she was devouring him.
It made him ravenous for more. Not bothering to pull his trousers down all the way, he simply pushed them down enough to free himself.
“Trishelle?” Her name was a question, was she ready for him.
She simply nodded and when her hot sheath touched the tip of his cock it was all he could do not to ram it in. Clenching his jaw tight, he pushed the crown of himself inside.
A shudder ran through her, her thighs twitched and with a flex of her pelvis, she pulled him into her completely. He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut. She was so tight, squeezing him as if in a soft, warm fist. Silky and soft, moving inside her was heaven and hell, torture and rapturous bliss.
Together they moved, their bodies in synchronization. Thoughts escaped him, he was like an exposed nerve, nothing but touch and feel. Touching her, kissing her, he forgot where he was, who he was, because this was all there was.
Her and him and this.
Their rhythm increased in intensity, their breathing grew hard and blackness spiraled through his vision. He was close.
“Trishelle,” he whimpered, barely hanging on. His cock was ready to explode and he’d promised to pull out. “Are you close?”
“Yes, oh yes. Oh…James,” she moaned and then the sound turned guttural as her entire body began to quake violently.
Squeezing his eyes shut, clenching his front teeth together, he managed to pull out just as the orgasm rocked him. Grabbing hold of himself, he bent over, stomach clenching and unclenching as he literally seemed to expel the soul from his body.
After a while, she started laughing. Low at first, but the sound gathered and built and then he was joining her.
“I cannot believe I did that,” she grinned, peeking at him from between her fingers. “You might not believe this, but I don’t do that. Ask guys to have sex with me after barely knowing them. It was just that, I…I’m sorry, talking about my sister, it was—”
He could see the pain beginning to return and shook his head. “Did you enjoy me?”
She looked taken aback by his frankness. “Yes,” she finally admitted.
“And I enjoyed you. That is all that matters. Now let me clean up.” He planted a kiss on her brow, before walking toward the pitcher of water.
“Thanks,” she finally said and he nodded, wiping himself down. “Hook?”
“Hmm?” He tossed the wet rag into the waste bin.
She opened her arms when he turned to her. “You have a very nice ass, and I’m very sleepy.”
Chuckling, he made his way back to the bed, pulled her into his arms, and closed his eyes. In a minute, they were both asleep.
It wasn’t until hours later that he sensed something was wrong. That sixth sense keen in any good pirate, the skin tingling sensation that all was not as it should be. Snapping his eyes open he sat up and looked at her side of the bed. She was gone. Her clothing lay scattered on the floor and the cabin window was open.
“Smee!” he hollered, jumping off the bed and shoving his boots back on. In no time his door flew open. Twirling, taking only a second to take in his first mate’s rumpled appearance, he glowered. “Where is she?”
Brown eyes went wide, shoving blunt fingers through disheveled hair. Smee shook his head. “Who, sir?”
“Don’t get cute, if you’ve done something, I’ll cut your tongue from your mouth. Where is the woman?” He took a step closer, holding his hook high ready to tear into Smee’s soft flesh should he need to.
Taking a step back, holding his hands out in a placating manner, Smee swallowed. “Captain, I haven’t seen her. I’ve only just returned to my cabin for a rest. She’s not been on deck, I swear it.”
A terrible thought gripped him. Running to the window, Hook peered out. “When did we cross the drop? I told you to wake me, when, Smee? When?” Marching to his closet, he pulled out a shirt and yanked it over his head.
“Two hours ago. I knocked and tried to rouse you, but you and the lady were indisposed,” he licked his teeth and looked down at his feet, “I am sorry.”
Using the heel of his palm to pound against his forehead, James growled. “Damn. Dammit! He’s got her.”