I thrust my hips up, towards him, so that he would finally touch me there. Sable groans in response and pushes my hips into the mattress with his arm, keeping me still.
The first flick of his tongue against my sensitive nub sets me on fire.
Moaning, I cling to the blanket, the cushions, anything that surrounds me to not lose my senses as he begins licking through my folds in long, torturing strokes.
“Sable—” I gasp, but that only makes him more eager. Within me, I feel myself changing, how the lust fuels and feeds the power behind my ribs. It burns bright now, buzzing with life and climbing higher, and higher like a wave rolling towards the shore.
His tongue then dips into my channel, making me whimper.
“Please,” I whisper, lost in the haze, not even knowing what I‘m begging for.
But he does. His fingers replace his tongue, slowly pumping into me as his tongue flicks against my clit again. It takes one more stroke, and I shudder, like a wave crashing into cliffs. My hips buckle, my entire body shaking, but he keeps me pinned to the bed and continues to devour me.
He builds me up, and I come again, gasping and panting, until stars burst across the ceiling of the cabin. Only when my muscles are soft and my body feels limp, does he let go. From the corner of my eye, his shadow is partially detached, watching me with intent.
“Sable—”
“It‘s okay,” he assures me as he places a soft kiss on my stomach. “I am not whole, but as whole as I can be.”
I nod, still floating in between the climaxes, and wrap my legs around his head. The locks of his dark hair have fallen into his face, and by the seas, he looks delicious.
“Are you thinking about devouring me now?” he asks, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Should I be worried?”
I hiss, baring my sharp canines. “ You should be if you don’t bed me right now, Captain.”
“Captain,” he murmurs as he climbs on top of me again. “I think I like that word coming from your mouth.”
With one hand, he pushes down his linen shorts, and his hard length springs free. I swallow at the sight of it, so thick and velvety and exactly what I need. When he lets the head of his cock glide against my slick core, I whimper.
“I want you,” I whisper and curl my hips against him, trying to pull him closer. “I want you inside of me, Sable, want to lose myself in you.”
Something flashes across his gaze, and he parts my legs further before nudging his cock at my entrance.
Then, ever so slowly, he pushes inside of me, filling me up and giving me time to adjust. I moan softly as he leans down to press his lips on mine in a searing kiss. He thrusts deeper, making my toes curl, and my hips lift to meet his.
When he bottoms out, I see stars.
He tears away from my mouth, his gaze studying me with care. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly and hook one leg around his butt.
“Good. Because this is about as long as I can hold myself back.”
Slowly, he pulls out again, before thrusting back inside, his hips meeting mine. By the seas, he fills me up so good. He setsa faster pace now and tips his head back, moaning. With every stroke, my own moans grow louder, wilder.
The power buzzing through me feels as if it is about to burst free. Somehow, I still need him closer, so I grab him and pull him down into a desperate kiss. Our tongues meet in a dance neither of us has learned before but still master perfectly. The kiss turns into nudging and scraping teeth, into something hungry and primal.
We kiss as he rocks into me, until I shake beneath him. The waves keep on building and crashing, as if he knew exactly how to set the pace, how to make me wiggle underneath him.
With my next climax, Sable follows, pushing deep into me and then keeping still. He groans as his hands caress my body, like a man possessed. As he collapses on top of me, I welcome the weight of him, the warmth of his skin against mine. I don’t know where my body begins and where his ends, and I wish I could just stay here, with him, forever.
With the desire and the proximity comes the devastating truth that I might lose this man tomorrow. This man, this pirate, that I have come to care for. To yearn for. To love.
When he lifts his head again to meet my gaze, a tear slips from my eye. Sable leans down and kisses it away, then gently presses his lips against mine again, coating them with salt.
He pulls out then, slowly, and curls his arms around my body to hold me close. For a while, neither of us moves, our breaths still uneven, the world narrowing to the quiet space between us.
“Promise me you won't mourn me,” he whispers. “I was never meant to last. Find comfort in knowing I’ll be with the sea.”