A Pirate's Bounty (12 page)

Their gazes locked in an intense stare—gray passionate storm clouds melded with blue desire.

“I love you too,” she whispered. “I could never live without you.”

Wraith growled from deep in his chest and hauled her against him, his mouth coming down on hers with a fierce craving, claiming her once again. The stark, raw passion in their kiss was unmatched by any other kiss. They had been through so much together, learned so much from each other, and still come out on top, thriving, loving. Their lips slanted back and forth, teeth nipping, tongues sucking.

Hungrily they tore at their clothes, wanting nothing more than to press heated flesh to heated flesh. When finally neither wore a stitch of cloth, they pressed their bodies together, gasping at the silky sensation of her soft warm flesh against his sinewy hot length.

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 cunny, where he grazed over the bare lips of her sex and in between the folds, where she was slick with moisture. He delved two fingers inside her, groaning when she moaned and arched against him, her cunny tightening around his digits.

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.

“You 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 you found me upon the beach was a day that forever changed our lives. If it is sin, then I will gladly sin with you.”

She lifted a leg and hooked it behind his thigh, pressing her hips forward so she might feel the length of his rigid cock against her sex. She rubbed furiously against him, sending currents of need rocketing through them both.

“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. With a hand she reached between them and gripped his cock. She stroked up and down his shaft, teasing the head of his cock with her thumb. Gliding it over her wet nether lips and pressing the tip against slit.

“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 you,” he whispered against her mouth.

“Yes, please,” she whimpered.

Wraith gripped her hips and lifted her up, positioning his cock at the entrance of her sex. He slipped the head in just a bit and held her still. The muscles of her cunny 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 the head of his cock 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 his cock head inside her again, teasing them both. She gyrated her hips and begged for him to plunge deep inside but still he made her wait, pulling out to between her nether lips.

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 his cock 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 into his cock.

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 with his cock.

Her head fell back and her cunny stretched to fit him. Her entire body tingled and her sex clenched tight, pulsing.

Wraith pressed his lips to her breasts and lifted her off his cock only to pull her back down, burying himself deep within her. They moved together rythmically. Her lifting her hips and him thrusting back inside but doing it with torturous slowness. Neither one wanting to come right away, both wanting to let their orgasms 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. Cock inside cunny. Mons rubbing against pelvis. 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. Wraith’s balls drew up tight, tingling, hot. And, as if the ship had fired its cannons, they both exploded into mind-numbing, body-shattering climax. His cock shot cum deep inside her, pulsing again and again. Her cunny gripped his cock tight again and again, milking him for every last drop, 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. “You, madame, were a booty well worth taking.”

The End

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