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We were cuddled in bed. Me, the big bad pirate, cuddling, but there's something irresistible about Isabella that makes me want to do things that are out of character for me. In such a short time, she already has me wrapped around her little finger. Stranger still is the fact that I'm enjoying cuddling—I loved the feel of her soft warm curves against me.

"Your skin is so soft." I whispered close to her ear. I felt a shiver run through her. I reveled in the knowledge that she was so responsive to the least stimulation. My fingers lightly grazed her skin, touching her everywhere I could reach. This tenderness was a surprising contrast from my usual sexual interactions. I knew something was different about Isabella when I realized I wanted to make love to her, instead of fuck her brains out, and even after touching and tasting almost every inch of her body, I wanted more of her. I was thinking of laying here like this for the remainder of the night, but she had other ideas. She nudged me and tried to get out of my embrace. I was reluctant to let her move. She nudged me again. I sighed. If she wanted to get up, then I couldn't hold her in bed against her will. I opened my arms and was disappointed when she rolled out of my reach.

"Is it time for you to leave?"

"No,"

"Good, then come back here." I opened my arms and waited for her to shimmy back over to me.

"Part of our night together was for me to undress you and explore your body, but you're still fully dressed."

"Nobody has undressed me since I was a boy."

"You made undressing such a sensual delight for me, I want you to feel the same pleasure."

"Believe me, I got as much pleasure out of it as you did."

"This is my night. Will you deny me this?"

"If that's what you want. I'm happy to oblige."

I sat up and motioned her to sit in front of me. I pulled her closer and kissed her sweet lips. My fingers tangled in her hair, then trailed up and down her back. Mimicking my moves, her hands slipped into the opening of my shirt and caressed my shoulders and back. Before I could deepen the kiss, she pulled away.

"Are you trying to distract me?"

"No."

"Well then, let me do this." With that, she tackled my shirt. Since it didn't button all the way down, she pulled and tugged trying to get it out of my trousers. I tried not to laugh. I took pity on her.

"Do you want help with that?" I asked. She nodded.

"You should loosen my trousers first."

I demonstrated. She looked at the movements of my hands. I felt her eyes on my erection or maybe her shocked gasp was a dead giveaway. She quickly averted her eyes. Her blush reached down to her chest. If the sight of my erection, which was still safely trapped in my trousers, embarrassed her, how did she plan to undress me? I lifted my arms.

"What are you waiting on?" She regained her confidence and wasted no time in pushing my shirt up. I helped her tug it over my head. Her eyes wandered over my chest and stomach. I knew I had a great body, but watching her admire me made me want to puff out my chest in pride.

I couldn't help it. I kissed her again. A long, slow kiss. My tongue explored her mouth, and hers matched mine. She was a quick learner. Our kiss left me breathless. When we pulled away, I ran my fingertips along her cheek as I stared into her luminous eyes. How had I lived without this, and how could I give her up after tonight? Something tugged at my heart.

"I'm all yours." I meant that in more ways than one.

Slowly, almost tentatively, she reached out and ran her fingers through the fine hairs on my chest. Her soft small hands caressed my chest and shoulders. Her lips followed. Soft kisses peppered my chest and her tongue blazed trails up and down my neck. It was hard to believe she had not done this before. It didn't help that her slightest touch sent electric charges buzzing through me. She straddled me, to get closer. The musky smell of her arousal permeated the air, adding to the scent of roses that I will always associate with her. All her scents only made me want to ravish her more. Fingers grazed over my nipples, then circled them. They rewarded her efforts by becoming hardened.

"Would you feel pleasure if I sucked your nipples?" I'd never had them sucked before, but Isabella's slightest touch had me groaning and as weak as a newborn babe. I doubt there was anything she would do that would not give me pleasure.

"Yes." My voice was a low growl. She licked over them, like a cat lapping at milk, then she took one nipple in her mouth and sucked it. The most delectable sensations rushed through my body. I wanted to howl at the moon.

"Oh God." Is this how women felt when their nipples were sucked? My other nipple was licked and sucked just as thoroughly before she started moving lower, kissing and caressing every inch of my chest and stomach. A shudder shook my entire body, and my cock jerked and pulsed as her fingers followed the trail of hair over my stomach, stopping at the waist of my trousers. Her soft touches were extremely pleasurable. My muscles quivered everywhere she touched. I grabbed two fistfuls of the sheet to keep my hands off her, and my legs were twitching with the strain of holding back.

The feel of her tongue in my navel had me bucking wildly. I sucked in a shocked breath and gripped the sheets harder. She licked from my navel all the way to my nipples, and then she ran the tip of her tongue around each one. The feel of Isabella's wet tongue against my hot skin was both a pain and pleasure. As much as I enjoyed these feelings racing through me, they also increased my desire for her. Knowing I couldn't have her was unbearable. I was afraid my noises would scare her, so I clenched my jaw to muffle the noises bubbling out of my throat. It was taking all my control to keep my hands off her, but this was her sexual awakening, and I was loath to stop her. I tried to sit perfectly still, enjoying her teasing touches, but I was afraid if she kept this up I would embarrass myself by spilling my seed in my trousers.

As if she sensed I was about to lose control, she worked her way back to my lips. Her hard nipples poked against my chest as she wiggled her body against mine. We were both moaning and groaning while our hips were grinding against each other. I reached for her breasts, fondling and gently squeezing her nipples. Instead of relieving some of my pent up desire, our kissing, fondling and gyrating made me ache more. It would be so easy to roll over and take her. Her juices were leaking out, so I knew she was ready. We were both teetering on the edge, but I couldn't stop. Maybe I was a masochist, but I couldn't get enough of her. I broke the kiss and fastened my mouth around one of her nipples, sucking and twirling my tongue around it while I massaged and tweaked the other. She arched her back and threw her head back. I stopped for a moment to take in the beautiful sight. She looked like a goddess. She made the most beautiful and sensual sight. After feasting my eyes on the sensual creature who had enchanted me, my lips were on her other breast.

Her core was just over my cock so I thrust up into her, trying to relieve the tension. Thrusting. Rubbing. Grinding. She matched my moves. We created a delicious friction, and although I couldn't bury myself inside her, I could get a release this way. The front of my trousers was now soaking from her juices and the fluids leaking out of me. I forgot about my need for release and focused all my energy on giving her pleasure. Her hands moved between our bodies, and I thought she was going to touch herself. Instead, her fingers slid along my aching erection, rubbing it through my clothes. My hips bucked harder. Her breast muffled my loud groan. When she started undoing the lace on my trousers, I knew I had to stop her. God knew I wasn't a saint. I cupped her face in my hands and stared into her eyes.

"Isabella, you've already given me the most enjoyable sexual experience of my life without having intercourse. I don't need anything else." I caressed her cheeks and stared deeply into her eyes. I wanted to convey how special this moment was. She looked so disappointed I tried to soften the blow. "At least not tonight." She stared back at me intently. I shook my head. When I'm with her, I find myself agreeing to things I know were not right, but this was one thing I'm not giving in on.

"I want to touch it." Oh God.

"No."

"Taking off your shirt is not undressing you. I want to continue."

"I may not be able to control myself if you touch me there and I don't want to do anything to ruin the night."

"If it gets to be too much for you I'll stop." She looked at me with those beguiling brown eyes. "Please." Like a fool, I nodded. I never believed stories about sirens, or other female mythological figures who lured sailors to their death, but after being with Isabella, I can imagine such things happening. If she beaconed me to walk off the ship in the middle of a hurricane, I'd do it in a heartbeat. I took deep breaths, trying to collect my thoughts to regain some control. When did I become such a weakling?

"Lie back." Again, I obeyed.

Her fingers fumbled, but finally, she freed the little monster. It burst out like a cannon out of a gun. It was thick and hard, and the head was swollen and purple.

"It's so big." As if the little monster knew she was praising it, it pulsed and twitched in her hands then leaked out some fluids. She giggled.

"He likes you." I said with a chuckle as if we were talking about a puppy or a kitten.

Her fingers ran over my length, following the veins. If I thought her caresses were arousing before, the feel of her hands on my cock was indescribable. Her hand trailed slowly up and down from the base to the tip, making me groan from the intense pleasure. I tried to think about the constellations and the location of countries on my navigational charts, anything to keep from throwing her on her back and fucking her until I spilled my seed deep inside her. I was barely holding on. I decided to warn her, so she wouldn't be surprised when I came all over her hands. "If you keep touching me, I'll spill my seed on your hands."

"Don't you have to be inside me?" I groaned. I tried not to think of being inside her. I'm sure it would be incredible.

"No, men could get pleasure without being inside a woman." I refuse to mention the other ways we could get our pleasure, because as inquisitive and as eager as she was to experiment, she'd want to try one of them, and I don't know much more of this sweet torture I could take.

"Show me." Was she a mind reader?

This is not going to take long. As it is, I'm almost ready to burst. I put one of my hands over hers and pumped up and down. Like a pubescent youth, I was ready to blow my load almost immediately. The muscles in my ass tightened. As much as I wanted this moment to last, there was not stopping it. "I won't last much longer," I ground out between clenched teeth. I pumped our hands faster. Apparently she found this just as stimulating because she was rubbing herself against me.

"Yes...yes..yes."

My cock jerked. Stream after stream of seed jetted out of me. We both looked on. I didn't think it would stop. I'd never experienced such mind blowing pleasure. This was vastly different from any wild raucous fuck I'd ever had, and it was all because on this innocent girl. Even in my dazed state, I knew I had to take care of her, so I rolled her onto her back and buried my face between her legs. Using the tip of my tongue against her nerve of pleasure, I flicked and licked and circled it ruthlessly. Her hips jerked. She moaned and thrashed. I sucked it into my mouth. She gasped. I brushed the nub with my teeth. That threw her over the edge. She trembled violently, and a sharp cry tore from her throat. I licked at her juices before moving up to cuddle with her, holding her as tightly as I can. Cuddling again.

I didn't want this euphoria to wear off. I wanted this forever. I wanted her forever. From the very beginning, it had felt as if we were magnets unable to resist the force of being pulled together. That feeling was reinforced by the eclectic current which flowed between us. Now I knew why I had not retired months ago when I had been disillusioned with my life. It all led to this. Isabella was the missing puzzle piece to make my life complete. I hope after our talk everything will be resolved satisfactorily. She had been right when she'd said, these feelings don't happen every day. I would be a fool if I let her go without a fight.

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