Chapter 8~

EPOV

I'd been enjoying the water crashing down on me as I leisurely stroked my manhood. Going fast, then slow, using a firm grip then a feathered touch. Part of me wanted to grip it and be done with the craving quickly, but a bigger part of me was enjoying drawing it out. Trapped aboard the ship for so long, there had been no privacy.

Nothing was sacred aboard the ship. Whether you had to relieve the pressure in your belly or in your loins, everyone knew when you did. For that reason alone, I wanted to make this last while I enjoyed the solitude.

I could still taste the mango on my lips and sucked my bottom lip as I squeezed a little rougher and picked up my pace. I closed my eyes and let the memories of my Isabella invade and conquer my mind's eye.

Despite the cool water falling all around, I was heating up, beginning to pant as my belly erupted in a blazing fire. The pressure was building and I knew it wouldn't be long. I was on the cusp of unbridled pleasure when a girly squeal broke my concentration though it did not stop the release that forced itself free of my body.

The squeal was followed by a splash just above me, and with my manhood still twitching and spluttering its seed in fitful bursts, I turned and climbed up the falls, gripping tightly to the slick stones til I could peek over the edge.

I saw nothing but small ripples flowing outward from the center of the upper pool so I hefted myself up and over into the pool. I kept to the edge and waited.

Soon enough I was rewarded by the vision of a very naked person, who was obviously very female, bursting through the water and coming to rest on her feet, the water swishing around her waist. Her long hair stuck to her body, leaving the curves of her backside to peak out erotically, somehow more enticing in this moment than if she'd been completely bare.

My mouth opened and the words came before I thought about stopping them, "Arrrr, what a fine sight tis that to start a man's day, savvy?"

She let out a garbled noise akin to a choking seagull and spun round to face me, her arms darting to cross her chest. When she saw me gazing upon her, she turned again and started for the opposite side of the pool, attempting escape.

But, I'd seen her.

And there was no way I was letting her run from me.

I lunged forward, paying no heed to my nakedness or the length slapping against my thigh as I pressed through the water.

She'd reached the side and was scrambling out, giving me a delicious view of her creamy rump. For a moment I thought she was going to make ground afore I could reach her, but to my favor, she slipped and tumbled backwards.

And I was there to catch her.

Our skin slapped together as she crashed against my hard chest and it felt right. She was silky and warm beneath my calloused fingers as I brought my arms around her to keep her from sinking into the water.

My world was falling into place and I was unprepared for her shrieks of terror as she started thrashing in my arms, screaming for me to let her go and shouting for someone named Jack.

So, she was not alone here. Was I too late, had her innocence been lost to some lucky bastard?

"Avast me beauty! Stop yer thrashin' bout 'fore ya put an eye out," I chastised her as I tightened my grip, attempting to control her arms. When she stilled, I waited before easing up, my hands going to her biceps to spin her around to face me.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and her rosy lips were parted as she panted. Her disheveled hair clung to her cheeks and forehead and her body was rigid in my grasp.

With a tender touch, I moved one hand up to push the hair back away from her face, smirking when I noticed her relax ever so slightly and tilt into my hand.

Her face was not nearly as plump, longer and thinner than the first time I'd caressed it. Her cheek bones were prominent, her lips full. Letting my eyes sink lower, I followed her long neck extending from her delectable jaw to the gentle slopes of her shoulders and then my breath caught in my throat as I took in the contours of her bosom.

If I'd thought her lips were plump and full, they had nothing on the evidence of her womanhood. The size and shape of pomegranates, they drew my attention towards their puckered tips and I instinctively began lowering my mouth towards them, wanting to taste their sweetness.

I had no regards for whoever her beau might be. If she'd been laid claimed to by another, then I had nothing left, except my pirating ways. But her response to me told me all was not lost.

So enamored by my goal, I let my guard down and was unprepared for the knee that met my groin. Expelling an oomph, I released her and folded in on myself.

"Tis good to see ye too, Isabella," I groaned and fell into the water.

oopsy!

Hehe...on that note...I just finished penning this...it's got 12 chapters and over 12k words...