Chapter Nine

Tate grasps either side of my waist and pulls me up off of his lap to stand in front of him. He takes my hand and leads me through the maze of the pirate ship again. We arrive back at the makeshift bed made of soft shapes, and he gestures for me to sit on it. Tate lays me down and kisses away at the tear trails spread over my cheeks. As I close my eyes he places a gentle kiss over each closed lid.

"You look beautiful even when you've been crying." I open my eyes to see his staring into mine. Tate holds my stare, "Even when you're all blotchy and with the snuffles."

Tate works the buttons loose on my cardigan and opens it to see my chest rising and falling heavily. He peels the woollen sleeves from my arms and drops it to the floor. He stares at my body for just a moment, wide eyed he licks his lips before he slowly inches my shirt up to reveal my stomach.

"Your skin's so soft Vi, and so pale." He says as he trails his fingers over my flesh, I flutter at the sensation the tickling causes.

"You're like a precious stone you know." The excitement of his touch runs through me, hitching my breath. I hear Tate make a small noise in the back of his throat before he leans down to lightly kiss my stomach.

"You're an endangered species. Beautiful. Intelligent. Delicate." Tate punctuates each word with a light nip of my taught skin causing me to squirm under him.

"Yet you're powerful." He slides himself up so his mouth hovers just over mine, his hot sweet breath mingling with my own. "You have such power over me." Tate whispers onto my lips. I can feel my blood rushing so fast through my body, practically boiling. I can see his eyes are darkening as his pupils grow impossibly large.

He kisses me softly, his lips barley touching mine. But I want more; I want his body, his skin, pressed hard up against mine. I reach my arms up to wrap my fingers around the nape of his neck pulling him closer to me and his lips harder against mine. Time cesses to exist as Tate and I kiss.

But then he pulls away from me, out of breath with lips red and swollen, a smirk spread across them. "I love those noises you're making." His voice sounds deep likes it's coming from his feet not his throat.

"W-what?" I frown up at him.

"I've got you so consumed, you don't even know." Without warning Tate swiftly sits me up, pulls my shirt off of my body then unclasps my bra letting it fall from my chest and down my arms. "I can't wait until I'm inside of you and making you cum, I bet I'm gonna make you scream."

He places his arm under my head and gently lays me down again before slowly kissing my left breast. He takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking at it with his tongue. I arch my back at the ripple that flows through me. Now I know I'm making noises but I can't help it and I can't take this torture anymore. I gently place my hands against his ribs and push, trying to get him to stop. Tate pulls away from me, his face confused and a little fearful.

"You too." I smile at him.

"Huh?"

"Take your clothes off." I indicate at his annoying garments with my forefinger.

Tate smiles again and obliges by sitting back on his heels and pulling his shirt over his head. The lingering smell of vomit leaves my nostrils immediately. I splay my fingers over Tate's chest feeling his smooth skin under my hands. As he leans back down to me I catch the sweet smell of his skin; sweat mingled with a light soap and just the slightest hint of aftershave. My breathing speeds up so fast that I can feel my heart pounding against my chest. I want to taste him now but I want all of him so badly, so I push him away again.

"Everything." I demand as I manoeuvre to peel off my leggings and panties together, throwing them away without a care. Again Tate obliges and then we are both completely naked and staring at each other.

I look down at his erect penis and it feels like my heart will burst through my rib cage. My mouth is bone dry and I can't swallow. Suddenly I'm more scared of him being inside of me than I was of him when he was physically holding me down, restraining me against my will.

"We can do anything you want, anything at all. I just want you to be happy and comfortable." Tate cups my face in his hands, looking at me with nothing but love in his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You've already hurt me today and that was with malice, this will be with love. And if you fuck off afterwards...I'll set my dog on you." He chuckles and I take the opportunity to push him onto his back and carefully straddle him, trapping his cock between his stomach and my cunt.

I trail my lips and tongue over the skin of his chest, tasting his sweat. He tastes amazing and I want to taste more, take his cock in my mouth and swallow all his cum. I inch my body down to do so but Tate lets out a guttural moan and lifts me from him. He lays me down on my back again before placing his hands on my knees and pushing my legs up and out. He looks down at my cunt and oddly, after everything, I feel a violent flush cover my body, all exposed and covered with goose bumps.

"I'll never leave you. I love, and am in love with you, Violet Harmon." He lies down between my parted legs and lightly traces the lips of my cunt with his fingers. I can hear his them squelch in my wetness as he spreads it from my opening to my lips and finally to my clit. I close my eyes, forgetting the world and all its horrors as he slowly massages me. Then I feel his lips kissing my soaked ones, just for a moment, but it's enough to make me shake. I can't stand the waiting anymore, it feels as if I'm going to shatter into a million pieces if I don't have him inside of me now, making me cum.

"Now Tate, God now!" I can't help the words rushing out of my lips.

Tate stops kissing me and I open my eyes to see him pull back his foreskin and gently rest his head against my waiting cunt. He feels warm and completely foreign, but at the same time like I've been waiting for it. Right now all I want is for Tate to fill me up so we can stay like that forever, perfectly fitted together.

Tate leans down to my mouth kissing me hard, I taste myself and I like it. As he kisses me I feel him slowly push his penis into me, fraction by fraction, until he fills me up. I break the kiss to utter a moan, whimper and wince, as he goes deeper inside me. He leans his forehead on mine and stares into my eyes. He finally stops pushing and lays there stoking my damp hair from my brow.

"I'm sorry." Tate whispers into my ear as he slowly pulls out a little then back in. The pain is there but it's nothing compared to the bliss I feel with him on top of and inside of me.

"No don't be," I can't help the smile that spreads across my face, "it's perfect."