Ever since Connor and I had become a couple he had gotten bolder in his interactions with me. Our first joining was sweet and innocent, but in the two months since we've been together Connor has gotten more and more hands on. Just last week he made me ride his thigh in the middle of a busy tavern while waiting for Samuel Adams. It was ridiculous to think that he would be so aggressive in the love life, but I was thrilled by it. We both had high sex drives it appeared, and I wasn't going to complain. And at the moment I wasn't complaining. I was seated on his lap on the Aquila, in his private quarters for the night, and he was pouring over maps. He was concentrating hard, and I didn't want to interrupt him. His left hand was resting on my left hip, his arm wrapped around me. I was leaning against his chest, rising and falling with his even breaths, and watching his plans carefully. He hadn't noticed the troop movements to the west, but it was subtle, and suspicious.

"Connor, they moved two troops to the west. There is an abandoned fort not far from there," I said softly, reaching over to pull the plans in front of him.

"Indeed. What could they be planning?" he growled, his arm tightening around me.

"I suspect they would take over the fort, a stronghold at the opening of a mountain pass to the south. They would control a large portion of the south with that fort in use," I said, digging through his plans for the map of the fort.

"How could I have missed this?" he growled, leaning forward to look over the map.

"It is not easy to spot, Connor. You have been stressed lately, I would have missed it if you hadn't been so attentive the last few weeks," I murmured, flattening my hands on his chest and pushing him back into his chair.

"Is that so?" he rumbled, his hands coming to my waist, just below my breasts.

"Yes. So now it is my turn to help you relax," I purred, rubbing against him like a love starved kitten.

"And just what would you do to help your Captain relax?" he rumbled back, brown eyes hooded and dark with his desire.

"You aren't my captain, Ratonhnhake:ton. You are my life mate. And that means I get to have payback for last week at the tavern," I purred, shoving a hand down his pants before he could stop me.

He hissed in pleasure as I gently cupped him, his hands clenched tight around the arms of his chair, and his legs tightened beneath me. I leaned in and gave him a hot open mouthed kiss, tongues at war with each other, but I gave in to him, letting him pull my legs over his lap so that I straddled him. I pulled my hand from his groin and placed them on his wide shoulders. They were always my favorite part of the male anatomy. Strong and capable of holding great weight upon them. Broad and muscled, encasing power that everyone could see. His were wide and so thick my hands couldn't envelope them. From all his years of training as an Assassin he developed beautifully as a male. His chest wasn't flat like most males, no, his was raised from layers and layers of muscle capable of lifting heavy beams, it would normally take five men to lift, by himself. Biceps as wide around as my thighs, corded thighs the size of small tree trunks. He was nothing but solid muscle, his abdomen like a washing board, ribbed and fully pronounced. He was a human V, and it excited me to no end. And I was grateful that he didn't understand that yet. If he ever found out that I was this excited just by looking at him he would take advantage of it. But I knew my body excited him. My heavy and full breasts, yet perfectly proportioned for my muscled frame always had his attention. I remembered the day I caught him looking at my chest after we were forced to swim after a mission to escape and I had been in a tight fitting dress at the time. He had stared for a solid minute and a half before I threw my gloves at him. And when we first joined he couldn't keep his hands and mouth off of them. Not that I complained.

One of his big hands slipped up to gently squeeze a breast, making me gasp and I slapped his hand. He pulled back from our kiss and frowned at me in confusion.

"I'm in charge now, Ratonhnhake:ton. You are at my mercy for tonight," I purred, nipping at his bottom lip.

"But I am the male. I am in charge," he growled, reaching for my breasts again.

I twisted his wrist before he could react and tied it behind him and the chair to his other hand. He stared up at me in shock and I grinned mischievously.

"You are my plaything for the night, Connor. And I will not be denied my fun," I whispered in his ear, grinding on his swelling erection.

He hissed and bucked his hips upward instinctively, and I gave his throat a wicked lick. He parted his lips and breathed in deep, panting softly. If there was one thing I had learned in the short time that we've had to get to know each others bodies, it was that he was extremely sensitive. No wonder he didn't like anyone else touching him. I had once accidentally crashed into him while trying to find a hiding spot and we both ended up mushed against each other in a cramped hiding spot for about an hour and I had learned the hard way that his hip bones were ticklish. And his collar bones, and his ribs, and the palms of his hands, and just behind the ear. Also found out the hard way that he was an uncommonly large male. Not that I minded. He filled me to the brim, though it was tight, it wasn't painful. He always made sure I came at least twice before taking his own pleasure in my body. And I was grateful to him for it, but now that I've gotten accustomed to his body I didn't need all the prep that he deemed necessary. And I was going to show him that tonight. I slid off his lap, leaving him tied to the chair and I hastily pulled his trousers down just enough to let his erection spring to freedom. He gasped and stared at me in awe and fascination. He was enjoying this. I licked him from base to tip, earning a startled cry of pleasure and I giggled.

"You best stay quiet, Ratonhnhake:ton, don't want your crew to find out what we are doing," I whispered, breathing on the wet spots, making him shiver and clench his teeth in frustration.

"You are playing with fire, Ashley," he growled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine and the angry and heated look he gave me had me soaking.

I reached up and opened his shirt, baring his chest and shoulders to my view and felt my thighs press together when his muscles strained against his restraints, the heat between my legs nearly unbearable.

"Then don't tempt a pyromaniac, Connor. I like to play with fire," I purred, pulling my skirts up to give him the view that I had been hiding all day, just for him.

I hadn't worn any undergarments and was ready to take him in as I was. I slipped my corset off and let my dress fall from my shoulders, just barely revealing my breasts to his hungry gaze. I lifted my skirts higher and climbed back up onto his lap, and took his manhood into my hand. I pumped him twice before positioning my core above his ready cock.

"Wait! Ashley, you aren't ready to-"

I impaled myself in one go, mouth dropping open at the intense pleasure. I was so wet he slid right in, and his teeth were clenched so tightly together if he pressed any harder he would crack them. Sweat broke out onto his brow and he started to pant heavily.

"You were saying?" I purred in his ear, pushing my breasts to his mouth for him to reach, in turn letting an inch of his long shaft slip from my warmth.

"You were ready for me, without me preparing you. How?" he grumbled against my breasts, licking between words.

"Just by being with you. Just thinking about you," I whispered, cradling his head to my chest, lifting and lowering my hips at an antagonizing pace to drive him crazy.

"Cut me loose," he commanded, lifting his head to look at me with a mock glare.

"Not until I've cum at least once," I hissed, slamming my hips down to make him groan in agony at the pleasure I gave him, "You best get to work, love."

He didn't need much more encouraging. He bucked his hips up and out, making me arch my back and deepening his penetration into me. He picked up the pace, breathing heavily against my breasts as he licked and nibbled. I would rake my nails down his chest when he went too slow, and nipped his ears when he went too fast. He took my cues in time and within minutes I was coming on his lap, him holding fast to his own release, waiting for the right moment to give it to me. And without warning his shoulders rolled forward and hearing the rope snap from around his wrists made me squeal in surprise. His hands immediately came to my hips, holding me immobile above him, and he set a relentless pace. Pounding into me at a pace we hadn't done before. I bounced above him in time with his thrusts, sending myself over the edge once more, and this time taking him with me as I kissed him on the lips. His cock jerked twice in me before spilling his seed, filling me to the brim. I felt his cum seep out of my core, his cock still stiff inside of me. We were both panting heavily and sweating. But his eyes were soft and loving, and I smiled at him.

"That was amazing, Ratonhnhake:ton," I purred, stretching out above him.

"Indeed. But this night is far from over, love," he purred back, placing hot open mouthed kisses just below my jaw and down my throat.

He stood with me still enveloping his length and stalked over to the bed. He tossed me down not so gentlemanly and then crawled over my sprawled out form.

"You've teased me enough for the evening. Now it is my turn," he growled, holding my hands above my head and pressing some of his weight on them.

He knew better than to restrain me, and I had made it clear that if I did restrain him he could get out of it whenever he wished. After all, being beaten while tied up didn't go over very well with me.

"Keep them there, or I'll have to punish you," he murmured, using his heavy thighs to spread my legs for him.

I nodded and bit my bottom lip as he pulled out a blade from his boot and sliced my gown in half down the front. I watched him remove my ruined clothing and then bury the blade into the wood of the headboard. He leaned over me and captured my mouth with his own, his cock easily finding my heat on its own. He slipped in and I let out a soft whine of female satisfaction. He went slow, like he always did, so that he wouldn't hurt me and I lifted my legs and pushed him in faster. He suddenly pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my stomach, placing a hand between my shoulder blades and pushing my chest into the bed. His other arm looped around my hips and pulled them up off the bed, pushing his cock into me from behind. I gasped and fisted my hands in the bedding as he slowly pumped in and out of me. Gradually he picked up the pace until I was whimpering into the bedding and pushing back against him in time to his thrusts. He was grunting and panting above me, struggling to hold his control over his body as he took pleasure with me. His grip on my hips was bruising, but I didn't care, it felt too good to care. I looked up over my shoulder at him and gave him a knee weakening grin, and it was all it took to push him over the edge. And when he came he rammed his hand down between my legs from the front and pressed on my clit, sending me into my third orgasm of the night. Wave after wave of intense pleasure wracked my body and I could hardly breathe. Above me Connor trembled and struggled to breathe normally, and I grinned. He was just as vulnerable as I was. Ever so slowly he lowered his chest to my back, the muscles twitching and rippling as he moved, and nibbled on my neck.

I had noticed that in the aftermath of our joining he turned more animal than human. Grunting and growling, biting and clawing, but always lovingly. A nibble here, a bite there, a growl as a warning to an action. But it was what made Connor the kind of man he was. He based everything off of instinct and what he could see. If he didn't feel right about a person, there was always a reason. He could tell if someone was lying or trying to hide something, and though I was better at hiding things than most people, he could still tell that I wasn't saying everything to him. It was endearing and honorable to have him question everything. I rolled onto my back and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him on top of me. He liked to hold me at night, though it wasn't always for very long since he was very sensitive to touch. But he always welcomed my hugs and cuddles.

I could still remember the first hug I ever gave him. It was after we had barely managed to escape a fort and I had been wounded pretty badly. Several gun shots, one to the leg, another to my shoulder, and one in the gut. I had hung onto life for as long as I could before he got me to Dr. Lyle White, and when I had woken up from my rest and healing, he had hugged me. And at first I had just sat there like a fool, but ended up holding him till he calmed down. That was when I knew I loved him, in that moment of vulnerability and warmth. But it wasn't until several months after that when he found his courage to tell me how he felt towards me. And we had been together ever since.

Connor settled onto his side, sliding a muscled arm under my head and draping his other over my waist. I curled into him and traced gentle patterns on his chest. Within minutes he was out like a light and I couldn't help but giggle. I reached down and pulled a blanket over the both of us and just watched him sleep. He looked younger when he rested. Even though he was only twenty-two, he looked a bit older. Not that I minded. But his boyish charms really came out to play when he was unconscious or sleeping. And it was adorable. Sure he was this big bear of a man by day, intimidating anyone he could to keep them from interfering his goals, but by night he was back to his boyish years, showing youth and vitality as he dreamed. I kissed his lips gently before settling against him and let sleep take me.