Fallen Angel
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“Oh James,” she laughed tearfully and slapped his shoulder in mock frustration. “Over two hundred years and men are no different, you never know what you want until it’s gone.”
He laughed and gave her a playful shove. “I know now, don’t I?” But his expression sobered. “You need to know though, that a pirate’s life is not easy and is fraught with danger.”
“Really? I can’t say I noticed,” she said sardonically.
“Oi, I’m trying to be noble here! But since you insist on being obstinate I will just have to revert to my pirate ways.”
Eliza screamed then laughed louder as her pirate lover swept her off her feet and carried his all too willing captive down to his quarters.
He bellowed to Francis over his shoulder. “I must discipline this saucy wench, bring out rum to drink to the name of the fallen Captain Kingsley Brooks. H e died a fine death.”
Shouts of, “Aye!” came from all over the ship.
“And take some down to the prisoners. No one can say that Captain James Bartholomew Butler is not a generous man.”
* * * *
Down in the Captain’s quarters, James grinned wolfishly as his sweet wench moaned beneath him. Her flesh was silky and so soft under the rough pads of his fingers. Her back arched and she practically purred when he ran his hand slowly up her bare thigh.
He captured one erect nipple between his teeth and sucked just enough to make her shiver then flicked his tongue across the tip, making her mew and arch again.
This was heaven. She was heaven. He didn’t feel trapped or bound or weak as he thought he would if he allowed himself to feel love. She made him strong. James had never felt more like a man then when he had his wench in his bunk or more proud then when he made her cry out in the ecstasy he knew he could make her feel.
“I love you, Eliza,” he said gruffly and looking deeply into her shimmering blue eyes. “You crazy, infuriating, beauty from the future.”
She smiled up at him, her gaze glazing over as he so slowly slid his painfully hard penis into her silken vagina. They moaned together at the sheer pleasure of touching this way, loving this way.
“I love you, James,” she whispered, raising her hips and bending her knees to take him deeper. “You cocky, arrogant, wicked pirate from the past. And god damn but you‘re a sexy beast.”
“Beast am I?” He managed to grit out even as the walls of her hot, wet cunny tightened and pulsed around him, causing his control to slip, just a little.
It was hell forcing himself to slowly withdraw but the sweetest heaven to look down at her writhing beneath him. He could feel her hands stroking down his back, her creamy thighs spread wide either side of his hips, and her perfectly tight sheath gripping and swallowing the sensitive tip of his cock.
“Please, James,” she mewed and her fingernails dug sharply into his sides. “Fuck me—fuck me har…”
But he cut her words with his mouth on hers, and his hands gripping her bottom, bruising as he brought her hips up for his first almost primal thrust, white hot pleasure bursting behind his eyes. He took her hard, just like she wanted. Just like he wanted. Pounding deep and hard and fast. Claiming her as the first man claimed his mate, and he knew that she was just that. His mate, his match, his world.
* * * *
Eliza cried out as her pirate lover claimed her as his prize. He was close, she could feel it in the way his fingers tightened on the tender cheeks of her bottom and the way his whole body tensed and strained above her.
It was like every part of her enormous, sexy pirate was straining towards where he was impaling her, with thrusts so deep she saw stars behind her eyes. She loved the way he took her, mastering her body and ravishing her pussy as she had always dreamed he would, since the first time she‘d seen his picture at the tender age of .
She felt him swell inside her and her eyes flew wide. God, as cliché as it sounded, he was huge and dear heavens it was incredible.
His groans of mingled pleasure and slipping control filled her ears and shot hot bolts of pleasure and arousal right down to her toes.
She could feel his heartbeat thundering against her own and she was close, hooking her hands over his shoulders. His groans grew louder in her ear and his deep thrusts more urgent, pulling her higher so he could ram his pulsing cock deeper, and she was closer.
“Ooh, ooh Ellie,” he moaned into her ear. “Can’t hold back…”
His strokes became uneven and with each he was crushing her against him even as she gripped onto him for dear life.
And he was there. His head hit the pillow just as his hips bucked with abandon, grinding his pelvis into her trying to slam his cock deeper as his seed blasted from him. The pressure on her swollen clit was enough to take her with him.
All at once it was like great red flowers blooming and bursting inside her. She felt her pussy contract and pulse around his still flexing cock as her orgasm rocked through her body and screamed from her lips.
* * * *
It was much later that they lay side by side on his bunk, absently touching and kissing, too tired for words to awake to sleep. Eliza rolled over and placed a kiss on his lips and smiled down at her lover just as he smiled back at her.
“I am very happy,” she said simply because she needed to say it.
“I am too, Ellie,” he murmured and pulled her more tightly into his arms. “I don’t think I have ever been so pleased with myself. I wasn‘t sure about offering a woman passage on my ship, but now I see it as a moment of extreme cleverness.”
“I didn’t barter passage on your ship I was thrown through some kind of wormhole and landed by chance on your ship.” She said indignantly, straddling his hips. “If anything, the cleverness was mine.”
James laughed and flipped them easily so he was grinning down at her. “Now I do think you’re crazy. Wormholes? Don’t tell me you have time traveling worms as well, cause I’m having a hard time seeing the purpose of those.”
Eliza laughed with him and curled a lock of his long black hair around her fingers.
“You know, I think that I wished you here.” He traced her eyes, her nose, and her mouth and kissed her.
“I think I wished me here too.” They looked at each other for a long time. “Do you know what would make this moment even better?”
“I’m sure you’re going to tell me,” he replied cheekily and nipped at her bottom lip.
“A nice big block of Old Jamaican Chocolate.”
James settled his body lower so he could rest his head on her heart. With a contented grunt he wrapped his arms tightly around her body.
“What’s chocolate?”
The End
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