Having him watch me as I pushed my body onto his length was savagely erotic. My hands fanned across his chest as I rocked my hips, moving down a tiny bit more.
His eyes fell closed for a second, and I couldn’t believe how close I felt to him at this moment. Then I tried to work him deeper, but didn’t have the strength. Or the angle. I was afraid of bending him in a painful direction.
Taking a slow breath, I moved his shaft in and out again, then quickly tried to drive deeper. I felt tears of frustration brewing, blinking them quickly away.
“See, lassie? I’m sorry, but I’m too big for you.”
I gripped his face between my palms, staring into those mysteriously dark eyes. “I need you on top of me, now. I need you to try for me, now.”
His grin met my lips as he kissed me, his hands stroking my skin with such a soft touch. He rolled me onto my back, lying beside me. Still kissing me deeply, his hand slid down my stomach, between my legs.
The feeling of his finger inside me made my entire body feel warm, as if I were melting beneath him. Then he slowly thrust two fingers all the way in and out of my passage until I felt like I was dripping wet.
I reached down to stroke him. I could feel the change in his kiss the second my hand wrapped around his flesh, smoothly running up and down his length.
A gasp overtook me as a third finger stretched me. It was a little too much, but it felt too good. Like desserts that were honestly a bit too sweet but one could never stop eating them.
Our hands both moved faster, and I could finally feel a shift deep within him. As the Captain settled over me, still kissing me, I felt a wave of sultry calm overtake me.
He dragged the head of his member through my crease over and over, until I was quivering, nearly whimpering.
“Please,” I begged shamelessly. “Captain, I need you.”
A low growl from the back of his throat told me how much he needed me as well. I felt his shoulders tighten under my hands as he began pressing inside me slowly.
“Mmm, yes,” I moaned. The feeling of him filling me was so perfect. He slid as deeply as he could without applying any pressure, then stopped, taking tiny, gentle strokes.
“Please, sir, I...”
He stopped, pulling out immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. I need...”
“Anything, darling.”
Every part of me was filled with the mos
t urgent desire. My eyes were wide with desperation. “I need you to treat me like a possession now. Please... take me... I beg you.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips like a strong vine. Finally the Captain could not restrain himself any longer. “Lassie, ye must tell me if it hurts too much.”
“You could never hurt me, Captain,” I murmured into his ear. Grasping his shoulders, he began to truly plunge inside my snug, eager passage.
He was indeed too big for me, but I was so wanting, so ready, so wet that he began to ease inside. Pressing my lips firmly together, I was carefully silent as he thrust through my innocence, possessing me completely. Swallowing my gasps, I clamped my eyes tightly shut so they couldn’t tear up.
The pressure was overwhelming, my small body confused at the intrusion, but my primal instincts took over and soon I felt nothing but fire and lust. The more I relaxed, the more the pleasure took over.
“Oh, yes...” I sighed, as my body opened for his. His massive shaft was spreading my tunnel walls, molding me to his body. My feelings surged as my energy did. I’d never known that devotion could be expressed with anything but words and sweet kisses. This feeling of physical love was a force greater than the sea, as we rocked together slowly.
The Captain scooped an arm under my shoulders, holding me against his chest as he burrowed deeper. A low moan escaped his lips. “My lassie, you feel like heaven on earth.” He was desperately trying to be gentle, but it felt like it was hard to control his passion. He had sunk well over half of his thick rod inside me, and seemed worried to go further.
“That feels incredible,” I murmured, lunging for his lips, kissing him wildly. Our tongues entwined as our bodies did, sultry and wet, drawing pleasure with and for each other.
He leaned back to study my face in the glow of the lamplight. “Does it hurt, my angel?”
I grinned up at him wickedly. “Not anymore, my Captain. Please... fill me more.”
Cautiously he nudged deeper, as he ran his lips along the hollow of my throat. “So snug, so soft, my wee lass. My lovely precious girl.”