Her hands rubbed up and down his body, massaging the muscles of his back, buttocks and flanks, over his taut arms, broad shoulders and the ridges of his chest and stomach. Fingers swirled around his nipples and gently toyed with the crisp yet soft chest hair. She paused just short of his hard, thick cock to run her hands back over the muscles of his strong form.
He let his hands trail over her rounded hips, tight buttocks, lithe thighs, flat belly and supple breasts. She’d taken to using a sugaring technique Orelia had shown her, and now every inch of her body was smooth and hairless. Unable to wait a moment longer, he trailed his fingers in a path to her core, where he grazed between the bare folds of her sex, where she was slick with moisture. He delved two fingers inside her, groaning when she moaned and arched against him, her channel tightening.
With slow, torturous movements, he pulled his fingers out only to push them back inside, his mouth making a path from her lips to her neck and to her breasts.
“Your skin tastes heavenly to a man as full of sin as myself.” He drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
She shuddered and threaded her fingers through his hair.
“The day ye found me upon the beach was a day that forever changed our lives. If it is sin, then I will gladly sin with ye.”
She lifted a leg and hooked it behind his thigh, pressing her hips forward so she might feel the length of him against her more fully.
“Oh God, Faryn,” he murmured against her flesh. “I want this to last forever but I am swiftly losing control.”
“Then lose it. Take us both to ecstasy,” she breathed in his ear and nipped his lobe. She reached between them and gripped his arousal. She stroked up and down his shaft, teasing the head with her thumb. Gliding it over her core and pressing the tip to the center.
“I think I will,” he promised.
Wraith lifted Faryn’s other leg to hook around his waist, so she was wrapped around him. He carried her to the bed, where he sat down, Faryn still straddling his lap. She rolled her hips against him, pressed her breasts to his chest and captured his lips in hers. He teased her mouth with his teeth and tongue. His hands gripped her buttocks, massaging, stroking.
“I want to be inside ye,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Aye, please,” she whimpered.
Wraith gripped her hips and lifted her up, positioning his himself at her entrance. He slipped the tip in just a bit and held her still. The muscles of her sheath clenched tight and she tried to press down, to take him in farther, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Not yet,” he murmured.
He pulled out, rubbing his length between her folds, over her pearl, back and forth, the same way she had teased him. Her moans deepened and she rocked against him. Her whole body hummed with need and desire. He slipped the tip inside her again, teasing them both. She gyrated her hips and begged for him to plunge deep but still he made her wait.
Her stomach clenched, her nipples were hard and tight, her pleasure bud throbbed and she wanted nothing more than for him to take her to ecstasy and back.
She reached her hand between them, gripped him and stroked up and down with fervor. He was so hard in her hand, slick from her essence, and she could feel the pulse of his blood as it pumped harder.
She positioned him at her opening and locked her gaze with his. “Take me, Wraith.”
He gripped her hips tight and thrust upward, impaling her.
Her head fell back and her body stretched to fit him. Her entire length tingled and inside she pulsed with delicious need.
Wraith pressed his lips to her breasts and lifted her only to pull her back down, burying himself deep within her. They moved together rhythmically. Her lifting her hips and him thrusting back inside but doing it with torturous slowness. Neither one wanting to climax right away, both wanting to let the pleasure build up with a power neither one could comprehend.
Their limbs shook, sweat trickled down their spines and still they moved at that slow, sensual pace. Faryn curled her arms around Wraith’s neck and he leaned up to capture her lips in an erotic swirl of tongue and lips, tasting, licking, nipping.
Lost in their kiss, they moved their bodies faster. In and out, up and down. Hips pressing forward and back. Tongue caressing tongue. Breaths were hitched. Hearts beat a rapid pace as one.
Then a slow rumbling started from the core of Faryn’s being—a vibration from the inside out. And, as if the ship had fired its cannons, they both exploded into mind-numbing, body-shattering climax. Their bodies shook with pleasure, until finally they collapsed against each other onto the bed in a sweaty, tingling heap of limbs.
Lazy hands stroked up and down sated bodies as they caught their breath.
“’Tis a wonder to me that every young lady does not wish to be a pirate’s bounty,” Faryn murmured on a sigh.
Wraith’s chest rumbled against her ear as he chuckled. “Ye, leannan, were a booty well worth taking.”