Page 132 of The Sea Witch
Vision hazy, she watched him pull back just enough to slip his fingers from her. He gave his fingers a thorough lick, his eyes heavy-lidded, before painting her nipples with the slick combination of his saliva and her arousal. Then he swept his tongue over her nipples, drawing one and then the other into his mouth, until she whimpered.
“Fuck me, Ben.”
“Is that what you want? My cock deep inside of you, filling you up?”
“Yes, by the tides, yes.”
His gaze fierce, his hand shaking, he tore open the placket of his breeches. He exhaled when he freed his cock, and Alys licked her lips.
“What a gorgeous cock you have, Mr. Priestley,” she breathed.
“It wants you.Iwant you.” He fisted his cock. The sight of him with his shaft in his hand brought a rush of renewed wetness in her sex.
“Let me touch it.”
“Another time,” he panted. “Now, I need inside your... your...”
“My cunt.” Her words were breathless. “You can say it.”
“Inside your sweet cunt.”
By the stars, his profanity urged her legs to spread wider.
His gaze fastened on her sex as he lined up his cock with her opening. He gripped himself as he stroked his shaft up and down, coating himself in her arousal. Then, with one thrust, he plunged into her. All the way to the hilt.
She couldn’t stop the cry that escaped her. He hadn’t lied. He truly did fill her up, completely, absolutely. Her body stretched around his thickness.
“I’m hurting you.” He started to draw away, but she hooked her ankles behind his back, holding him in place.
“I swear by all the seas,” she panted, “that I’ll commit murder if you pull out now. A moment. That’s all I need. One moment for me to learn what it means to have you truly inside me.”
He nodded, the cords on his neck standing out from the strain of holding himself still.
Gradually, her body relaxed. The initial pain faded. Pleasure took its place.
“Kiss me,” she commanded eagerly. “Then fuck me.”
“Aye, Captain.” He took her lips, his mouth ravishing hers. His hips began to move. Patiently, steadily. Each thrust jolted through her body. He saturated her senses as he plunged in and out.
“Harder now,” she urged.
His eyes blazed and his hips surged in fast thick thrusts. The chaise shook beneath her.
“Give me your hand,” she panted. When he did, she brought it between their bodies, to her clitoris. She commanded, “Stroke it, with each drive of your cock.”
A climax overtook her. Exploding through her, hot and gleaming. Yet he hadn’t achieved his own release.
“Want to try something,” he huffed. At her questioning look, he said, “From behind.”
“I order you to do it.” Her command was breathless.
He pulled her up off the chaise. She was boneless in the aftermath as he stood and positioned her so that she was draped over the chaise’s curved arm. He stood behind her, his hands clasping her hips with enough force to bruise.
She loved it. Loved what she could make this restrained, disciplined man do.
“Hold tight,” he rumbled.
She did, gripping the upholstery. He notched his cock to her entrance, and then plunged into her.
