He evoked a hum from her before their lips finally - reluctantly - separated. Their eyes met and he let out a small chortle of merriment.

"Did you seek permission from the Commander before you appropriated his bedding chamber?" he asked with a great deal of mirth.

"No. Do you think he will be perturbed by my presumptuous attitude?"

He smiled and leaned towards her until their foreheads met.

"No. I actually believe he may be decidedly cheerful that his personal surroundings beguile you to such a serene state."

"They do. I do not know how to explain this phenomenon to him but I feel at home amongst his belongings."

"Perhaps you could attempt to influence him to allow you to repose in his chamber on a more customary basis?" he asked between pressing small kisses along her exposed neck.

"How do you suggest I persuade him to find favour in such a suggestion, sir?"

His knuckles ran up and down her sides and she allowed her hands to wander and tangle amongst his hair.

"You are an intelligent woman. You ought to be capable of formulating some contrivance to ensure the Commander agrees to such a proposition."

She hummed again. "I could perhaps offer him some compensation if such an arrangement was to be agreed to," she said.

"Compensation, my Lady?" he murmured. "In what form?"

"I only have one form. I fervently hope the Commander finds it acceptable," she said. She slowly drew up her dress and pulled it over her head.

She turned to him, clad now only in her corset and bloomers. He took one pace towards her, placed his hands securely on her hips and forcefully spun her around, bending her over his desk. She moaned and gripped at the ornamental wood. He began to untether the ties that laced the upper garment with no apparent haste. As each segment opened, his palms made sweeping circles upon every newly bared section of the translucent skin of her back. When he finally fully removed the garment, he lifted her into an upright position and turned her around once again.

"You do not need such apparel to define your shape," he affirmed. "You are almost too perfect without such a device."

She groaned as he proceeded to worship her perfection with his hands and mouth in tandem. He hooked his fingers on the waist of the remainder of her underwear and drew them down. Before she could dispose of this unwanted clothing item fully, he scooped her up into his arms, took the three paces to his bed chamber and gently lowered her onto the mattress.

His eyes never wavered from hers as he efficiently shed his own trousers and undergarments.

"I do not believe I will ever be graced with a more comely vision than I am witnessing at this moment in time," he declared.

"I am not certain I have the fortitude to continue with our witticisms, sir. My body and mind is in a most lethargic state."

"Such perversity - my body and mind is audaciously stimulated. Let me offer you assistance that you should find yourself in a similar circumstance."

He moved and made himself comfortable at the end of his mattress. Clutching and raising her legs so that they rested on his strong shoulders, he bent his head and gently probed between them with his tongue. She bucked like a wild horse and let out a whimper as he had his first taste of her delights. Moisture immediately flooded the area and he felt her muscles clench in reaction to his ministrations.

Her delightful responsiveness only caused him to continue with added enthusiasm.

He flicked his tongue over the rosebud-like piece of skin that lay hidden between her folds, causing her to writhe and vocalise her adoration of his effort. After a period, she exhibited signs of satisfaction – her body quaking, his mouth was flooded with further juices and, one of her cries in particular, resounded loudly off his cabin walls.

He cupped her mound gently and shushed her as he settled his body higher in the bed chamber to eventually position himself beside her still-quivering one.

"Commander," she finally found her voice, shaky as it was.

"Ma'am," he murmured, his hands mapping the contours of her nakedness.

"I believed I was in possession of such a vacant mind earlier that I was unable to partake in our casual banter. Now, I find my vacancy has increased two-fold."

He chuckled and kissed her cheek at her endearing confession.

"I shall endeavour to atone for my incoherency in due course, Commander."

"I shall look forward to your recovery, my Lady."

Their eyes met and they gaily laughed together before she reached over and entwined her fingers with his.

"Thank you," she said with sincerity.

"Trust me, my Lady, it was my pleasure."

She laughed again before she reached out to stroke and massage his body. He groaned his pleasure at her touch.

"I cannot control my urges for another minute, my Lady," he growled.

"You do not need to, sir," she promised him, widening her legs to accommodate his weight between them.

Then, he consummated their coupling, pushing his hardness into her and finding a gentle rhythm.

Soon, however, he could no longer maintain their moderate tempo and he began to thrust into her harder and faster.

She raised her hips and encouraged him in such a manner that he soon lost all control, crashing into her and climaxing with a loud groan of her title.