I’d never experienced such raw feelings, as if my body had completely taken over and my normally fretful mind had washed overboard.
His other hand slowly moved lower, taking hold of my right thigh and pulling it upward. Then he pushed down the left so that my legs were spread, my feminine parts open. His fingertips wandered along my inner thigh. The butterflies I usually felt in my stomach when he kissed me were now much lower.
Hearing myself moan softly surprised us both. My skin felt like it was on fire everywhere he touched me.
His thick dark voice murmured, “Shall I stop, lassie?”
“No. Please...” I arched over my left shoulder to kiss him, as his hand possessed the space between my thighs.
His fingertips cautiously swept through the soft curls, dragging along the tender folds of my most delicate skin. As he gently stroked me, I felt things simmering deep inside, as if everything were tightening.
The need for him to touch me came from a place so deep inside I’d never known it was there. A part of me was waking up. A yearning so intense that it nearly frightened me.
The way his lips hungrily captured mine sent shivers through my spine. I couldn’t stop moaning and gasping into his mouth. His fingers found my sensitive passage, and he slowly, gently slid inside. I was surprised at the sensation of wetness, and found that it somehow aroused me even more that my body was taking over.
There was a feeling of fullness as he entered me with one finger, moving in and out. His rough hand brushed against my softness, making my breath hitch as my heart raced. Bringing his thumb to the bit of skin just above the opening, he swirled against it, sending sparks straight through me. My belly tightened and everything felt strangely raw.
Having him possess my body in this manner was enchanting, as he controlled me completely. The heat inside me grew until I was burning, tense, feeling like I was about to fall over a ledge.
“Oh, what...” I tried to ask, the trembling beginning in my core and hips at the same time.
“Let go, precious. Come for me.” His dark command washed through me, as his fingers worked deeper and faster. Suddenly I was falling, explosions behind my eyes as I squealed in bliss.
“Oh, oh...” I cried, gasping for air as I shook in his arms.
When my trembling stopped, I rolled over to face him. I felt half-crazed. He seemed both proud and delighted. “You sounded like you enjoyed that, lass.”
I nodded, euphoric and dumbfounded. “Oh my,” I managed.
He pulled me closer, and I could plainly feel how much my arousal had affected him. Somehow, that made me feel even more excited. Taking a deep breath, I moved the hand that had been pressed against his chest, and slid it down. I moved past the taut ripples of his stomach to feel the thick shaft of his manhood.
My hand fluttered along his skin, which was softer, sleeker than I had expected. It felt a bit like a rod of iron wrapped in silk. As I worked my way downward, I became worried as my hand went farther and farther. I would never have thought it would be that big.
The more my hand ran along the surface, the more the Captain’s eyes softened. He wasn’t relaxing, it was as if he were partially in a dream.
“Do you like this?” I asked, unsure.
“Yes, lass,” he said gently. “But what if you used both hands?”
I sat up, wrapping both hands around his shaft. Now that I could actually see it, I was intrigued. There seemed to be a layer of skin that moved over the tip strangely. He reached down, and showed me how to pull it back, then run my palm across the top.
It was like playing a strange game, as I listened to his breathing. When I slowed down, he seemed dreamy. When I sped up, or increased the pressure, his breathing quickened. I was delighted that he appeared to be enjoying my touch so thoroughly, and I tried increasi
ng the pressure and the speed at the same time.
His low moan surprised and delighted me. “Yes, lass, keep doing that.” I grinned up at him to see his dark eyes tense. Having his huge body under my control was a strangely intoxicating power.
It didn’t feel dirty or wrong in the slightest. It felt like I was bringing him the greatest pleasure, which thrilled me to pieces. I stroked faster, feeling his shaft throbbing in my fingers.
His muscles clenched, and his dark eyes were burning into mine. When I looked down, I felt his organ shudder in my hands, then pump thick bursts of white cream across his chest, while he groaned, clutching the back of my hair.
He lay still for a moment, blinking, as his breathing returned to normal. I waited patiently until he spoke. “That was lovely, my sweet girl.”
“Did I do a good job?”
He chuckled. “The best.” Grabbing a rag from behind the head of his bed, he wiped off his stomach, then turned back to kiss me.
I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, but it wasn’t enough. Rolling on top of him, I instinctively found myself straddling him, legs wide, but this time there were no knickers between us. Feeling the urges of my body take over, I pressed the end of his shaft between my legs, nestling him inside my little folds of skin.