My hands stroked his shoulders and played in his hair, while his head moved lower along my body. I quivered in anticipation.
The hand that had been lavishing attention to my breast now traveled slowly down the length of me, his touch igniting a fire at each caress. He moved lower and nestling between my legs brought his kisses closer to the heat of my core. I felt his warm breath against the soft hair at the vee between my legs. His fingers continued to taunt my bud, and I squirmed with the thought of what he was about to do. He drew his fingers away from my wetness, and I lay there panting.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, and when the heat of his whisper touched the wetness between my legs, it sent a shiver of delight through me. He allowed his tongue to slowly travel up the inner thigh of my right leg, but stopped short of my throbbing center.
“Edmund,” I whispered.
“Yes, my love?”
“Please, you are torturing me.”
“Nay, my love, I am pleasuring you. Have patience.”
“I wish to give you pleasure.”
“You will, my sweet, but your pleasure before mine.”
He ran his tongue up the length of my inner thigh and blew a soft breath against my nub, but did not touch me. He placed his soft wet lips everywhere but where I yearned to feel them, where I most wanted to feel them. His warm hand cupped my bum, and he drew me closer. He slid his tongue quickly over my throbbing nub, just barely touching it, and I thought I would explode. His kisses ran again down my thigh. His fingers played in the damp hair between my legs, but he did not touch the folds of my womanhood. Finally, he ran one finger along the wetness and slid it deep into me. A soft moan slipped from me. His tongue ran up along my thigh, and I could feel his hot breath against my womanhood.
I thought I would go mad with need when finally he allowed the tip of his tongue to swirl around my nub all the while sliding his finger into my sheath. I looked down to the source of my pleasure and found him gazing up at me, watching the erotic ecstasy play out across my face.
I cried out in pleasure as he gently sucked and nipped at my throbbing bud. I was thrashing with need, when he continued to run his tongue along my slick folds and circle and gently suck at my nub. His fingers moved faster as did his tongue. I moved my hips in time with him, praying he would never stop. My heart thundered in my ears, and I screamed as my body quivered in release. But when my release came, he covered my wetness with his mouth to drink of my essence.
He slowly slid his body up the length of mine. He rested cradled between my legs yet held himself above me. I felt the length of his hard shaft rubbing against my inner thigh, yet he held himself back and did not allow himself to enter me.
He planted warm wet kisses along my breast and gently sucked one nipple into his mouth. Releasing it, he exhaled softly, the gentle breath causing my nipple to tighten and driving wet heat to the center of my womanhood.
He allowed the tip of his rock hard shaft to rub into the folds of my wetness. But when I lifted my hips to drive him into me, he pulled back.
“Patience, love.” he murmured, and he planted more wet kisses along my neck on his way back to my lips.
He ran his tongue over my lips and slowly drew my lower lip into his mouth, then my upper lip as he rubbed the tip of his manhood against my bud. I drew my legs up around his waist, yet he still held himself away from me.
He kissed me then, slowly, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth. One hand caressed a breast as he rolled his palm over my hard nipple.
Frantic with need, I ran my hands down between our bodies. I felt I had to touch him or I would burst. My fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. Applying gentle pressure, I stroked him. He pressed forward, rubbing my nub with the tip while I stroked him. He groaned. I raised my hips to draw him into me, but again he pulled back. I was drowning in a sea of pleasure.
I placed my finger on the sensitive area beneath his balls and rubbed gently. He groaned again with pleasure. Moving my hand back to his shaft, I placed my fingers around him with slightly more pressure and stroked him. Pulling him toward me, I rubbed the head of his manhood against my bud.
A fierce growl rumbled from his chest and in the next instant he was inside of me. Deep inside. Thrusting in and out of me, hard and fast. I kept my fingers around his shaft, now wet and slick from my essence. He was moving like a wild animal, possessed with a passion I have never thought existed. And I, also possessed by the same wild passion, moved with him.
Together our hearts thundered. Our breath was raspy and quickened. We were climbing a mountain of ecstasy and we both cried out when we reached the apex of our climax, together. I felt as if I had no bones left in my body and I was floating on air laying there beneath him. He kissed me gently, tenderly, raining kisses along my neck, my cheeks, and my eyes. He gathered me into his arms and rolling to his side, he held me close, stroking my back and cradled me to him.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“And I love you.”
“Catherine, I shall spend the remainder of my days loving you and giving you pleasure,” he whispered.
“Is that a promise, Your Grace?”
“Aye.”
“Is there a pirate in my bed?” I giggled.
“Funny, I was about to ask you the same question, for only a wild female pirate could love like that,” he replied, holding me tenderly in his arms and nuzzled my hair.
“Perhaps I shall have to hold you ransom,” I teased.
“You already do,” he whispered.
And as I lay there in his arms, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I knew I was the one who had claimed the ransom. The ransom paid willingly and completely by this man who held me so tenderly, the ransom paid to me by my pirate husband ... his heart.
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