work up one helluva an appetite. “Sure you’re not feeling a little…raw?” he asked, not wanting to appear too eager, although the poker between his legs couldn’t be misinterpreted.
“Not a bit.” She licked her lips. “I’m wet. Drenched, really.”
His mood shifted from mildy horny and amused to full-on, pile-driver hard. “Saddle up, little filly” He waved his hand at his cock. “Your steed awaits.”
“My stud, don’t you mean?” She giggled and set her coffee on the nightstand. Then she pushed down the sheets and scrambled across the bed toward him.
“Stud, steed—bloody hell!” He groaned as her thighs parted over his hips, and she lowered herself onto his rigid shaft.
She was drenched—and hot and snug. A perfect fit for his raging hard-on.
With his hands on her hips, he helped her find a rhythm that soon had them both wearing a light sheen of sweat.
Declan reached to cup her round breasts, and Priscilla leaned into his hands, her face growing determined as her breaths shortened to ragged gasps. Her cunt ground against his groin. The crisp hairs scraping her clit made a raspy sound.
Her hands clasped his to her breasts, and she moved her hips in slow circles over his cock, driving all thought from his sex-hazed brain.
“Declan!” She jounced, her eyes tightly closed. Her face strained with exertion and her building climax.
He wet his fingertips and dug between her legs for her clitoris. The small, hard kernel was engorged. He rubbed it hard, vigorously vibrating his fingers on it, until she cried out, and her movements grew jerky.
Her face reddened, and her mouth opened around a keening wail that flattered his male pride. When her orgasm passed, she crumpled forward onto his chest.
Declan smiled whimsically and rubbed her back while she struggled for breath. His cock was still rock-hard and buried inside her body. He wondered how soon she’d realize he was just getting started.
“It’s not polite to gloat,” she said, her breath still shuddering. She turned her face on his shoulder to glare.
“Am I gloating?” he asked innocently.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“Sorry, I don’t, love. You’ll have to explain it to me. I’m just a man.”
“Just a man. Don’t I wish,” she said. A shadow darkened her gaze. “Why didn’t you take your pleasure, too?”
“I did.” He gave her red cheek a caress. “I enjoyed watching you come apart.”
“But you didn’t come.”
He didn’t mind her scowl this time because her irritation was on his behalf.
“You don’t have to hold back just because it’s your job to pleasure me.”
“It’s important to you that I get as much enjoyment out of this experience?”
Her gaze grew solemn. “I think we should both treat this weekend like it’s the last we’ll ever have.”
The smile on his face felt stiff. “That’s rather morbid. I’m sure you’ll have many more just like it. You can afford it.”
Her eyebrows drew together. “That wasn’t very gentlemanly.”
“I never claimed to be one,” Declan said, knowing she needed reminding.
“No, you didn’t.” Her fingers twirled a lock of hair. “Declan, what happens tomorrow?”
He drew in a deep breath. “I’ll leave and meet up with my crew,” he replied, his tone flat. “Agnes arranged for the evidence against them to be misplaced. They should have the ship out of impound by then.”
“But then what?”
Her persistence annoyed him. He didn’t want to think beyond this day—this moment. Not while his body was sated and a warm, loving woman lay beside him. “I’ll head back out to the next port.” He looked down into her face. “Will you miss me?”
She bit her lip. “What if you didn’t go back?”
“What? And stay here?”
“Yeah. Maybe, I could find a way for you to…not have to go away.”
His heart felt squeezed, and he gave her hug. “But what would I do here, love? I’m a ship’s captain—it’s all I know. All I
“Not a bit.” She licked her lips. “I’m wet. Drenched, really.”
His mood shifted from mildy horny and amused to full-on, pile-driver hard. “Saddle up, little filly” He waved his hand at his cock. “Your steed awaits.”
“My stud, don’t you mean?” She giggled and set her coffee on the nightstand. Then she pushed down the sheets and scrambled across the bed toward him.
“Stud, steed—bloody hell!” He groaned as her thighs parted over his hips, and she lowered herself onto his rigid shaft.
She was drenched—and hot and snug. A perfect fit for his raging hard-on.
With his hands on her hips, he helped her find a rhythm that soon had them both wearing a light sheen of sweat.
Declan reached to cup her round breasts, and Priscilla leaned into his hands, her face growing determined as her breaths shortened to ragged gasps. Her cunt ground against his groin. The crisp hairs scraping her clit made a raspy sound.
Her hands clasped his to her breasts, and she moved her hips in slow circles over his cock, driving all thought from his sex-hazed brain.
“Declan!” She jounced, her eyes tightly closed. Her face strained with exertion and her building climax.
He wet his fingertips and dug between her legs for her clitoris. The small, hard kernel was engorged. He rubbed it hard, vigorously vibrating his fingers on it, until she cried out, and her movements grew jerky.
Her face reddened, and her mouth opened around a keening wail that flattered his male pride. When her orgasm passed, she crumpled forward onto his chest.
Declan smiled whimsically and rubbed her back while she struggled for breath. His cock was still rock-hard and buried inside her body. He wondered how soon she’d realize he was just getting started.
“It’s not polite to gloat,” she said, her breath still shuddering. She turned her face on his shoulder to glare.
“Am I gloating?” he asked innocently.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“Sorry, I don’t, love. You’ll have to explain it to me. I’m just a man.”
“Just a man. Don’t I wish,” she said. A shadow darkened her gaze. “Why didn’t you take your pleasure, too?”
“I did.” He gave her red cheek a caress. “I enjoyed watching you come apart.”
“But you didn’t come.”
He didn’t mind her scowl this time because her irritation was on his behalf.
“You don’t have to hold back just because it’s your job to pleasure me.”
“It’s important to you that I get as much enjoyment out of this experience?”
Her gaze grew solemn. “I think we should both treat this weekend like it’s the last we’ll ever have.”
The smile on his face felt stiff. “That’s rather morbid. I’m sure you’ll have many more just like it. You can afford it.”
Her eyebrows drew together. “That wasn’t very gentlemanly.”
“I never claimed to be one,” Declan said, knowing she needed reminding.
“No, you didn’t.” Her fingers twirled a lock of hair. “Declan, what happens tomorrow?”
He drew in a deep breath. “I’ll leave and meet up with my crew,” he replied, his tone flat. “Agnes arranged for the evidence against them to be misplaced. They should have the ship out of impound by then.”
“But then what?”
Her persistence annoyed him. He didn’t want to think beyond this day—this moment. Not while his body was sated and a warm, loving woman lay beside him. “I’ll head back out to the next port.” He looked down into her face. “Will you miss me?”
She bit her lip. “What if you didn’t go back?”
“What? And stay here?”
“Yeah. Maybe, I could find a way for you to…not have to go away.”
His heart felt squeezed, and he gave her hug. “But what would I do here, love? I’m a ship’s captain—it’s all I know. All I
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