Abigail woke up before dawn, still wrapped in his arms. He was still sleeping and she sighed contentedly before remembering last night. She was embarrassed at letting her feelings get the best of her, but it had felt good to share it with another, with him in particular.
She looked up at his face. Studied it intensely. He looked younger when he was asleep. The lines on his face smoothed by sleep but she knew the fierce persona that rested next to her. He was a warrior. He took what he wanted without apology. When it mattered he was loyal to the bone and he was not afraid to risk his life. She also knew how gentle he could be. She remembered how he had carried her to bed last night. Her heart wept when she recalled the intense look in his eyes. And she knew it was him or no other, for now and forever. She would fight by his side for however long she could.
Before she could stop herself, she gave him a gentle kiss. His eyes flew open and with a groan, he clutched her tighter, deepening the kiss. Abigail could not help but moan. His kisses were so intense, stoking the fire in her belly. Frantically she ran her hands over his body, needing to be closer to him. But it was not enough. She did not know why but she needed to feel his skin. She yanked his shirt out of his trousers and ran her hands up his back, savouring the feeling of his skin under her fingers. His skin was so warm and it felt so good to touch him.
She was shocked at her own forwardness. Her actions were going against everything she had been told time and time again. By all accounts, what she was doing right now was sinful and bad and not befitting a lady, but truthfully, that was not her anymore. They had seen to that. So instead of stopping, she let herself be swept up by the moment. It was too late to resist him anyway.
She surprised him. AGAIN. When they started kissing, he never expected her to reach under his shirt. He would have her eventually and that day could not come soon enough, but he had not expected to proceed there this fast. But she seemed to languish in touching him if her moans where anything to go by, and Charles would not withhold something that was so clearly requested. He let go of her for a second and raised himself up.
Abigail opened her eyes in confusion. The heavy weight on top of her suddenly gone. Abigail could not believe what Charles was doing. He was grinning at her and unceremoniously removed his shirt. Her eyes grew wide at the side of his naked chest. She had felt it while resting on it, of course, and she had seen some of the other pirates' naked torsos, but she had always shily looked away.
Not this time though. This was for her and she feasted on the sight above her. He was devilishly handsome, especially with that smirk grazing his features. With time she would map and memorize every little bit of his body, but right now she did not know where to look first. She reached out to him and he gladly came back into her arms.
Abigail was growing slightly frustrated the longer they continued. It was still not enough. She needed more, so much more. She tried pressing herself closer to him, but they were as close as they could possibly be. Charles's face was currently buried in her neck, doing unspeakable things to her. She had never felt this way. This undefinable need to be with him. Her body had never known such bliss and such frustration at the same time.
She raised her arms and lightly pushed Charles away from her. He detached himself from her neck with a groan. He figured he had gone too fast too soon and staying true to his word he would not push, but he soon figured out that this was not what Abigail had in mind at all. As soon as he had given her enough space to move her arms, she hastily went about removing her own shirt.
He lowered himself back down and kissed her senseless. The skin to skin contact driving them both mad. Abigail could not tell where she ended and he began. She was trapped in a world of bliss. All coherent thought left her brain when his mouth found her breasts. Gently suckling and biting them, until he finally took one nipple in his mouth. She could not stop making noises. Her hips involuntarily started moving, seeking him out.
Charles was amazed at her responsiveness to him. He was close to release just from making her fall apart underneath him. He decided to push her further and moved his left hand down between her legs and a loud gasp escaped her lips. He applied light pressure, just giving her a surface to grind on, and once again focused his mouth on her nipple.
Abigail's hips involuntarily started moving again. She had dimly registered the foreign object between her legs as his hand. It had caused her to briefly stop, shocked at feeling his hand in such a private region of her body. But the pressure he applied simultaneously sated and stoked the throbbing in her lower body. She could not think; only focus on the pleasure he was bringing her. Suddenly, her entire body stiffened, a guttural moan escaping her lips. Wave over wave, pleasure was crashing through her body. Her back arched, she drew in one more shuddering breath, before all strength left her body. She fell back on the bed exhausted. Her body's need temporarily sated. Whatever Charles had done to her, it had been amazing.
Sleepily she tried to open her eyes but her body was too relaxed after what just transpired and within seconds she succumbed to sleep.