“Well let me take care of that.”
He made quick work of undressing, getting out of everything save his trousers. He didn’t need to shock her just yet with the rampant evidence of his desire for her. He tugged at her legs, bringing her closer to the edge of the bed. He picked up one lovely leg and kissed the inside of her ankle.
“I’ve thought about these elegant ankles and these delightful calves ever since I saw your bare legs hanging from the topmast on the ship that day.” He made his way slowly up her calf one kiss at a time. Then he tickled her behind the knee experimentally. She giggled. Hm…Kneeling beside the bed, he continued his exploration of her soft skin, kissing up the inside of her thigh. He spread her legs as he reached her core, lightly running a finger down those soft curls.
“I have been up nights wondering how you taste, dreaming about you writhing in ecstasy beneath me.”
She jerked and lifted herself up onto her elbows. “Jack!”
He ran his tongue along her core. Vivian may have been shocked by his carnal description, but when his tongue licked her at her very center, she melted back into the bed with a moan of pleasure. He parted her folds and explored her with his tongue, flicking her bud gently. He investigated with his tongue until he discovered the rhythm that made her writhe with pleasure. Then he slipped one finger inside her. She was warm, wet, and so inviting. As he moved his finger slowly in and out, she cried out in pleasure.
Vivian gripped his hair. “Jack, don’t stop.”
She needn’t worry, he wasn’t going anywhere until he had her screaming his name.
****
When Jack slid a finger inside her, the sensation of being filled felt so deliciously wanton. Overwhelmed, she grabbed the sheets, moving her hips against his hand. Oh Lord, the tension coiling inside her built to incendiary proportions as Jack returned his tongue to her core. He nibbled and licked with slow, purposeful strokes which drove her wild. Then he slid a second finger in, and like a dam cracking and breaking, her orgasm rushed over her. Losing herself in the flood of pleasure, her hips bucked wildly against his mouth, and he wrought from her every ounce of pleasure.
When she opened her eyes, she spied Jack, a supremely satisfied grin on his face. She couldn’t help but grin back at him. Her gaze skimmed across the expanse of his tanned shoulders and his lightly furred chest. She wouldn’t let him get away this time. She wanted her chance to explore with her hands, her lips, her tongue.
Biting down on her lower lip in anticipation, she got onto her knees, scooting up next to him as he rose to his feet. He leaned in and kissed her with abandon, his tongue plunging into her mouth. She met his demands with her own, wrapping her arms around his waist and running her hands up the hard planes of his back. The muscles and ridges were so foreign to her, so very masculine. Then she moved to stroke his chest, her fingers lightly running over his flat nipples. He gave a sharp intake of breath. Wondering if they were as sensitive as hers, she experimentally gave one nipple a lick.
He tugged her head up. “Be careful, love. You will get me too excited.”
But she was far from done exploring. She ran her hands down the hard ridges of his stomach, following the line of dark hair that disappeared into the waist of his breeches. Curiosity and trepidation warred in her as she reached for the buttons on his falls, undoing one side and then the other while he watched her with eyes like smoke, his fingers tangled in her hair.
She reached in to pull out his length. Oh my, it was larger than she imagined. It stood out at attention from a thatch of dark hair. Curiosity won over trepidation, and she stretched out one finger to run it around the head. The skin felt soft and silky. Jack groaned and threw his head back, eyes closed. She ran the same finger down the length of him and back up. Finally taking hold of his shaft, she found it was like hot iron covered in silk.
His hand came down to cover hers. “No more, or I will embarrass myself.”
She wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but there was no time to ask him before he picked her up with an arm around her waist. He tossed her down in the middle of the bed. Vivian covered her mouth with one hand to suppress a girlish giggle at his show of strength. Slipping his breeches off, he covered her body with his, positioning himself between her legs. Then he kissed her deeply.
“I don’t think I can hold off any longer. I must be inside you, Vivi.” He nudged gently with the tip of his length at her opening and groaned. Vivian wiggled her hips against him. She needed for him to be inside her just as fiercely.
But he paused, “Darling, I may hurt you this first time, but I promise this will be the only time there will be pain.”
She looked into his eyes. “I’m ready. I want you inside me.” She wanted desperately to claim him, to tie their souls together. He pushed in a little farther and then pulled back. She became frustrated at his halting pace—she wanted him to let go and let her take all he could give. She wanted all of him.
Vivian thrust her hips up, demanding what she wanted from him. With a low growl, he sank into her in one powerful thrust. She cried out, not in pain, but with a moan of pleasure. He filled her, stretching her, and it felt so good. He paused, propped up on one arm as his concerned eyes searched her face.
“Jack, don’t stop!”
****
Her demand was all the encouragement he needed. Jack pulled back and plunged in again. Heaven. He lost himself in her. His only purpose was to be here in this moment with this woman. Vivian should come first. God, he wanted to make this good for her, but his cock was in charge now. His hips drove in and out of her welcoming warmth. She moved her hips to match his thrusts, so he reached with one hand and grabbed her derriere. Changing his angle slightly, he sank even deeper into her.
“Oh, yes,” Vivian cried out. “Jack!” She convulsed around him, consuming him with her fire. With one more thrust, he exploded inside her. Throwing his head back, he gave a roar.
He collapsed on top of her, his mind and his body replete. Then her hand pushed firmly against his shoulder.You’re crushing her, you oaf.Tucking an arm under her, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She lay on top of him, their bodies still connected. With her head on his chest, he ran his hand down her hair over and over. Vivian had become his everything. Tonight, his heart laid claim.
“How are you feeling, love?”
“Fantastic. It only was a brief moment of discomfort.” She raised her head and propped it on her folded arm. “Perhaps all the bareback riding helped. That’s the old wife’s tale, anyway.” She gave a little wiggle. “When can we do it again?”
He gave a short bark of laughter as he gently pulled himself out of her. “Love, you have to give a man a little time to recover, at least an hour.” Grinning, he pulled her face close so he could give her a languid kiss. “Well, maybe thirty minutes.”
Vivian whispered fiercely, “I love you, Jack. Don’t you ever doubt it.”
