"You're back." I whisper against his lips as he guides me further into his cabin. A shiver runs down my spine as I hear his short, soft laugh near my ear, his lips being positioned right under the lobe.
"Yes, I am." He murmurs back, staring to nibble on the skin of my neck right after answering.
"I can't believe you're finally back." I hiss, as Connor's teeth graze a sensitive spot on my neck. He hums in reply, being too busy backing me into the darkness of his quarters. I raise an eyebrow as my lower back bumps into the circular table standing in the middle of the room, with several maps and other sea themed trinkets spread out on it.
I slightly pull back from Connor and glance above my shoulder, down at the table. I turn back with a smirk on my face and cradle his face in each of my palms. "Kinky." I whipser and let the man, dressed in that fine Captain's uniform I love so much, lift me up and then lower me onto the table, my butt making contact with a map of the West Indies.
"Did you miss me?" Connor asks, his hands taking their sweet time traveling up and down my sides, briefly stopping by places he favors above others but then continuing the journey of tease after a few lingering moments. I smile at him crookedly, tugging at his coat all the while, working on getting him out of the otherwise rather appealing outfit.
I peck him lightly on the lips and search blindly for one of his hands, never taking my eyes off of him. When I finally manage to grab onto his free hand, the other being tangled in my hair, I take a firm hold of the limb and guide it down between my thighs.
"Why don't you find out for yourself, Captain?" Connor pulls his bottom lip between his perfect teeth and briefly close his eyes when his fingers come in contact with my opening that's getting wetter and wetter with every passing moment. I press down on his hand, urging him to thrust a few digits into me, but he pulls away, groaning and tears his hand out of my grasp. I inhale sharply, looking deeply in his eyes and search for an answer to my silent question.
"Not here." He says, staring at his fingers, dripping from my juices.
"What?" I ask dumbly, my voice coming out hoarse, so I clear my throat and hop off the table. I take a step closer and reach out for him, taking his hand he's been observing for the last few moments. "I thought you liked it when I'm here." He looks up at me at last, confusion flashing through his eyes.
"I-I do. It is just that…" He looks around the cabin and frowns. I follow his line of vision and my eyes rest upon a pile of used clothes, a pair of moccasins, an open chest a bit to the side full of all kinda papers and lumber, and books scattering about the floor in various colors and sizes. "It is a mess in here." Connor admits finally, shaking his head. My eyes widen in shock and I cannot contain the laughter bubbling up out of me. I cover my mouth with my hand and hold my belly with the other as I chuckle away on such silly thought. Connor looks at me with raised eyebrows but I just wave him off and continue having fun.
"Connor, seriously though, I don't care about the mess." I assure him when I feel safe to talk again, the urge to laugh dying down bit by bit. I giggle for a few more seconds then close the remaining distance between us and wrap my arms around his neck. "I love you." Smiling, I stand on my tiptoes and lay a gentle kiss on his awaiting lips. He smirks into the kiss as one of my hands decide to have a mind of its own and rake through his dark chocolate hair, leaving the other by itself around his muscular neck. He pulls away slowly, dropping a peck onto my eyebrow and then smiles at me.
"The first thing we do almost every time after I arrive is make love here. Do you not want to go back to the manor and continue this there?" He asks, his voice becoming husky as he finishes the last sentence, for my hands are already getting down to business and hastily taking his coat off.
"No, I don't." I mumble, too caught up in the action of undressing him. His heavy coat falls down and makes a slight thud sound on the floor, strangely working me up even more. I grab his collar with both of my hands and pull him after me, still facing him, gazing up at his beautiful face with a wanton look. I stop right in front of the circular table and let go of him. "I want you to take me here." I breathe, placing my hands on the surface of the table and slipping onto the furniture with ease, causing my skirt to ride up a bit on my legs. I watch him taking in the sight with hungry eyes, gulping in excitement and can't help but smirk when he takes a step towards me, his thighs bumping into the edge of the table between my legs.
"This is hardly romantic." He says while taking my face in his hands, tucking some loose hair behind my ear and caressing my cheeks so gently I have to hold back a touched whimper. He bends his head till the tip of our noses are just a breath away and smiles at me, slowly closing his eyes. The kiss is slow and innocent, sort of like our first one, but I can feel the heat underneath it, desperately trying to surface but the man leading the lip locking stalls it, making me want more. And fast.
" ' ." I purr into his ear after swiftly breaking the kiss and tilting my head back so I could lick his earlobe. I feel him shiver under my touch and my smirk widens, my body acting on its own and leaning back on the table. As my back touches the top of the table and the cream colored dress I'm wearing rides up further on me, I hear my man groaning agressively, unclasping the holster from around his hip and tossing it onto the bed a bit to the side from our current location. Motioning with my index finger, I mouth a "come here" to him and laugh shortly when he leaps forward, taking hold of my hips and pulling me a bit down towards his hardening groin.
"Here?" He whispers hoarsly, pushing my dress further up on my legs, his fingers leaving a hot trail along the skin, making me shiver in pleasure and anticipation.
"Here." I nod and reach out for one of his hands and jank it high on my thigh. His eyes widen when he feels the area of the lingerie, or rather the lack of it really, and groans.
"You are not wearing underwear." He chokes out, wanting to pull away in hesitancy but I steady his hand and smile at him slyly.
"Oh, is that so?" I ask innocently, giggling like a teenage girl caught in the spot light. Connor draws in a sharp breath and swoops down on me with much force, his lips crashing with mine in a frenzy of moans and grunts. I feel his hands haul me even closer to his lower body, his strong digits digging deep into my flesh and I can't help but smirk in satisfaction -he knows I'm a goner for a bit of roughness- and wrap my legs around his waist. "What are you going to do about it?" Connor raises an eyebrow at me and I inhale his intoxicating scent deeply, as he leans closer to my ear and whispers huskily into it.
"Just watch." He pulls away, and grudgingly though but I let him and wait for his next move in increasing excitement. He looks me deep in the eyes and I feel his hands on my thighs again, the fabric of my skirt disappearing from along the smooth skin I lotion every day, and my breath hitches as he lifts me a bit by my waist and brushes the skirt from under my bottom. My cheeks make contact with the cold mahogany table and he laughes shorty at the face I make in surprise. His hands caress the lenght of my exposed legs and though it's not the first time for either of us to be intimate, a slight blush creeps up my face and warms my cheeks. Connor kisses my nose then makes his way down along my neck, collarbone and shoulder, his expert hands undoing the clasps of my dress on the back all the while. He loosens the dress but doesn't move to pull it off of me, just janks a bit on the sides so the edge of my corset would come to sight. He smirks and leans down to kiss the mounds pushed up by the tight corset, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking on it until I hiss and grab his head.
"It's going to show." I reprimand but Connor just chuckles and nods with a soft 'mhmm' then goes back to the task of pleasing me. He's now nearing my lower body, his open mouthed kisses driving me crazy. I look around in need of a proper and massive something I can hold onto but since I've already screwed up with the bronze statue standing on the table the last time I clutched at it, I decide to lean back and prop myself up on my elbows. I look down at the top of my lover's head, covered by darkdarkdark hair, and take a deep breath, waiting eagerly to his next move. He delivers it rather quickly, diving between my thighs, kissing the inner side of them and caressing the eare around my already dripping opening. "Connor." I whimper, my impatience gushing out, and pull at his hair. He glances up at me from between my legs and smiles innocently.
"Yes?" He asks then soundly kisses my vagina. I draw in a sharp breath and try to stifle a moan but as he smirks at me crookedly for the umpteenth time and gives another, very french, kiss to my opening, I cannot help but let the moan slip. He doesn't stop from here on, I feel him separating my folds, one finger penetrating while his tongue works its way up and down, licking and sucking, nibbling gently on the petals. He goes deep and slow and I'm unable to control the shuddering that posses me from time to time, my hips jerk up on their own and my hands grip his shoulders as I pull myself up and bend my back, leaning closer to him. A second finger makes it into my wet, slippery sheath and I moan long and loud, making Connor smile proudly. He pecks my womanhood for a last time then straightens and unbuttons his shirt, letting me reach for it and slip it down his muscular arms. It drops to the floor and I eat the sight up with my eyes, eyes that've been hungry for weeks now, and bite down on my bottom lip in thrill. Perfect copper skin covering even more flawless muscles. I feel like my head is spinning and I have to take a hold of his forearm, scooting closer to the edge of the table and thus, to him.
"I missed you so much." I whisper as I drop my forehead into the crook of his neck and kiss a faint scar along his collarbone.
"I missed you more." He replies, his hands working on my dress, pulling it further down on my body, the light yellow corset appearing in full sight. I sigh and think that it's not possible for someone else to miss me more, but I'm unable to voice my thoughts as Connor fumbles with his belt and pants. My hands shoot out eagerly, helping the process of undoing those otherwise perfectly fitting captain pants, and I catch Connor's gaze, overwhelming passion flashing through his eyes and I can safely say that my orbs mirror them entirely. When I'm about to rid him of his pants entirely, licking my lips in excitement and letting him to shower me with open mouthed kisses and nibbles, the door of the Captain's cabin bursts in and a breathless man with unruly hair stands in the doorway, leaning a bit to the side.
"Captain Kenway, finally!" He roars with something aching to a mix of satisfaction and rage in his voice. I whip my head towards his direction, still clutching at Connor's shoulder as he's gently scraping my neck with his teeth, kissing away the slight pain they caused. My eyes widen in time with his and I groan, holding Connor tightly to my almost entirely naked body.
"What the bloody hell?" I shriek, searching blindly for my dress left forgotten on the table, not missing the narrowing of Connor's eyes. I can't make it and cover myself with my dress, but Connor helps me out and rushes to his bed, retrieving his coat that's followed his holster not long after and dropping it onto my shoulders. He makes sure it hides everything intimate from the other man's sight then adjusts his pants, turns around and stomps to the entrance of his quarter's. He grabs our intruder's elbow, he seems a few years older than Connor, and pulls him a bit to the side.
"What are you doing?" He hisses, his voice cutting the tension that has built up between the three of us the exact moment that sorry excuse of a sailor (judging by his clothing) realized what he's just walked in on.
"I, uh…I - " He sneaks a peek at me above Connor's shoulder and gulps loudly, giving me a once over. His behavior earns him an aggressive jank and a hardening of eyes from the Aquila's Captain, so he decides it's safer to keep his eyes trained to the floor. "I've been waiting for you for days and I just wanted to meet you at last. A friend of your's told me you're back so I had to seek you out." He finally confesses, his eyes becoming determined at once.
"Why?" Connor growls impatiently.
"Well, I don't care for his reasons!" I snap at last, fisting the front of the Captain's coat and hopping off of the table. I make my way to the two men towering over each other, though since Connor's a head taller than this unknown man; he clearly wins, and despite the objections of Connor, I halt in front of the unexpected guest and point a finger at his nose. "Who in the name of Lord do you think you are, barging into the Captain's quarters without even considering to knock? Matter of fact, who are you?" Connor looks at me then back to the intruder, raising an eyebrow in question, because, as far as we know, this man is definitely not a part of the Homestead community.
"She has a point. I have never seen you before." He states, letting go of the elbow he's been squeezing for some time now.
"Well, I'm…I'm in dire need of a capable ship and heard a lot about you and the Aquila. I've come to you in hopes you'd lend me this majestic ship and your help."
"What's your name?" I bark again, ignoring Connor's hard, disapproving gaze and take another step towards the man. I feel my lover pulling at the back of his coat, wanting me a lot more further away from the third party in the cabin, but I wave him off, cooling him down with a smile thrown back above my shoulder. I look back immediately, cocking an eyebrow. "Well?"
"It's, uh…it's William Hills, at your service, ma'am!" He stutters, gulping hard again.
"Listen William, I'm really happy and proud that Connor is such a well-known Captain amongst your kind, but I've been going crazy these last three weeks I had to spend away from him." I shoot a brief glance at Connor and note his discrete blush then with a satisfied smirk turn back to William and continue. "So I'm going to kindly ask you to go the hell away and never come back to the deck!" I finish with a huff and make my way to the bed and plop down in aggravation. William looks at my man in confusion as Connor ushers him out and yelps in despair.
"But what about your help, Captain Kenway?"
"We will discuss that later." He looks back at me and adds, "A lot later." He sighes and I hear him explain to William the time and location they'll meet in a few hours (Mile's End, a good 3 hours from now) and then the door slams shut after his gruff goodbye. Connor turns back on his heels, his chocolate brown eyes penetrating into mine, holding something I cannot name. He walks up to the bed, his eyes briefly sweeping along my body, then leans down to me and smiles.
"Where were we?" I squeal in surprise as his large hands grab my arms and pull me up into a standing position then just as abruptly, he seizes my waist and lifts me off of the floor. Instinct takes over me and I wrap my legs around his body, reveling in the feel of his fingers squeezing my bottom as he takes me back to that circular table in the middle of the room. He lowers me onto the hardwood table and attacks me again, with renewed energy.
