Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He took her waist and pulled her closer still, pressing his thick rod right against her. Why not? The waves served them now, rather than frightening them, for each peak rolled them together. The storm’s rumble became an obscure, faraway thing, barely audible above her soft, carnal noises and the roaring throb in his cock.
Not that he could take her, not yet. They were not married. It would not be respectable or proper. He did not intend to take her, although he found his hand drawing up her skirts, stroking her long legs as they curled around his. Eventually, he was cupping her bared buttocks, pressing her against him as her hips undulated in agreement. She put a hand at the small of his back, feeling him move against her. She traced it down over his arse and he needed to undo his trousers to relieve the pressure of his erection.
He had to take his pants down to feel her bare hands against his backside. Why not, by God, why not?
He shuddered, pulling her skirts all the way up, positioning himself between her legs, making a wild promise in his head that he would not press inside. He would only rest there imagining how it would have felt to make love to her, if only they’d been married.
Then he discovered the heat and wetness between her thighs. He caressed wherever he could touch, and where he could not touch. He suckled her breasts through the layer of her dress, licked her neck and prayed for sanity because he was harder than he’d ever been. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted any woman, a hundred times more. The promise he’d made to himself went out the window. He was a mad, weak man, and he needed her more than life itself.
“My love,” he murmured, pressing his cock to her wet, hot opening. “My love, my love. I want to come inside you.”
She answered him with kisses. Perhaps she didn’t know what he meant.
He should not. He could not.
A violent wave rocked them together and he thought, why not? We may not be alive come morning. If we must die at sea, I want to die this way.
He guided her hips against his and slid inside her, clenching his teeth at the impossible tightness, the astonishing heat. It was all he could do not to explode instantly, but that would be too fast. He slowed down, caressing her cheek in the dark, wishing he could meet her gaze.
“I love you. Sweet Rosalind. Are you all right? Should I stop?”
“What are you doing?”
Her confusion amused him, but he didn’t laugh lest he hurt her feelings.
“I’m putting myself into you. My sex. My cock. Does it feel good, darling? It’s meant to feel good.”
He moved in her, taking her hand at the same time to show her where they were joined, body to body.
“Goodness. I never…” she whispered. “What will you do now?”
“Lie with you in truth, as a husband with a wife. I’m married to you in my heart,” he said, by way of excuses. He was inside her now. There was nothing for it but to make her feel as much pleasure as him. “I’m going to move, darling. Move with me too. Yes, that’s right. Let’s move together and forget everything else.”
He arched over her on the bed, using his legs to drive into her and hold her safe. The ship took another violent roll. It pushed him deeper within her. She gasped and squeezed on his shaft, moving her hips to try to figure out the mechanics of this enterprise. His secretly carnal girl.
She followed the rhythm when he set it, clinging to him and pushing her hips with as much skill and alacrity as he. It was nearly too much for him. He almost had to tell her to stop, but he couldn’t bear for her to stop or become self-conscious. The unhinged storm had driven both of them to wildness, to a point beyond manners and some arcane definition of marriage. He felt married to her by nature and sensation.
“Yes, please, yes,” she said as he drove deep. “Don’t leave me.”
He understood what she meant, that he must continue doing the thing he was doing no matter the storm that raged. He could feel her tension rising as she became swept up in the climb to completion. How lovely to give her this in case they should not survive until tomorrow. If he died in five minutes, pulled to the bottom of the ocean by a wave with his name writ on it by fate, he would die happy from hearing the sounds of her pleasure and feeling the squeezing sensation of her bliss.
“I have never felt so…ohhh…”
He was pleased to realize her ardor had built to its natural climax. He held her close as she rode to full satisfaction, bucking upon him like an enthusiastic country wench. He let go of his tightly controlled passions and finished along with her, so mindless with delectation he nearly started to sob. It could not feel this good. It could not feel this right. He was either going mad or finally finding heaven. Perhaps he’d already perished…