Elizabeth was becoming mighty restless. After realizing it would take much longer than what she had anticipated, she now laid sprawled on the bed of his cabin -alone- trying to entertain herself with one of the books he had on display inside the small bookshelf next to his desk.
She was aware that he always sought to be in full command of his ship and his crew in case something were to happen, but a few hours had passed now and she was feeling annoyed and impatient because he had not come down to rest yet.
If it wasn't for the pleasant sway of the ship and the fresh breeze of the sea, this would be the same that being left alone at the Mansion. But, while she continued grumbling to herself, the lock on the door creaked open and James finally walked in.
He looked tired and the light of the candles was dim. But he clearly was too distracted to notice her lounging on his bed; because instead of stopping and acknowledging her presence, he walked straight to the table and let himself fall heavily on the chair nearby, carelessly depositing some more parchment onto it, pulling his tricorn off and tossing it in front of him.
His body slumped, his head fell back and his eyes shut close as he used his thumb and forefinger to pinch the bridge of his nose. He looked unhappy and dejected, which made her feel a little regret for the tantrum she threw at him before he left the Mansion. Maybe... he hadn´t wanted to come just as much as she hadn´t wanted him to leave.
Looking at his sad profile, she admonished herself for her hostile reaction and for her lack of planning as well, because -as she sat up slowly- she found herself failing to come up with a way to explain her presence on his ship... or even how to call his attention without startling him.
Still, she needed to let him know she was here. So, as casually as she could, she greeted him with an unimaginative "Hello"
That wasn't it, she realized belatedly when his reaction was to jerk on his seat and swivelled his head in her direction with such force and speed, she thought she heard a crack. He had his gun out and pointing at her in that same movement.
She completely froze in her position, they both did, until the moment his eyes grew twice their normal size when he recognized her.
His voice was full of confusion and uncertainty as he called her name cautiously "Elizabeth?"
Finally letting his pistol drop, he discarded it on the table and stood from the chair, walking slowly towards her. As if he was worried he would scare her, she realized with humour. Instead of waiting for him, she jumped off the bed, and rushed the rest of the way to meet him.
The moment she was within his reach, his hands raised and took hold of her, both of his thumbs caressed the sides of her face gently. Surprise was visible on his face when he made solid contact.
She greeted him again with more enthusiasm and a small smile "Hey!" letting her hands move up and rest on his front.
But when he finally comprehended what she had done, his features became stern "What do you think you´re doing here, Elizabeth?"
She could tell he was trying really hard not to sound angry, but that stung her chest. Why was he upset? They had just gotten married! It was his fault she had to do this.
"I wanted to see you" she said simply, if a little harshly, jutting out her chin at him and clenching the fabric in her hands.
Her words made his face relax in surprise and his arms come down to his sides. His tone softened slightly and he tried again "That's not…" but he seemed to rethink his words as he stared at her face. His eyes dropped close for a second, and when they opened once again, he asked something else instead "How did you even get aboard The Dauntless undetected?"
"I stole a yawl, rowed here and came in through one of the cannon hatches of the hull, then I looked around until I found your cabin" His face looked mildly disbelieving of her words, which truly annoyed her. Was he doubting she was capable of that much? "It wasn't that difficult," she continued dismissively "your security is lax" she added a little snidely, while crossing her arms defensively.
His eyebrows met in an offended frown, but gave no retort to the comment. "We are on a mission, this is not a trip" All the seriousness of his officer persona was stressed in just those words, but she did not care for it.
"I know that. But you said it yourself, you are only going to look for whatever might remain of the ship. You promised me you would be back by tomorrow" she reminded him vehemently "So it's perfectly safe. You can take me with you!"
"I don't know if it's safe" he insisted "What am I to do with you if we were to encounter pirates!?" he argued back, there was true worry in his voice.
But his concern only served to upset her more. "In case you are forgetting, I have fought pirates before! Cursed, undead pirates! And I managed fine!"
His head dropped forward as the heel of his hand dug on his temple. "That was mostly luck, Elizabeth. They could have easily hurt you" he insisted with frustration.
"Are you telling me I'm in danger here with you? This is a first of the line British galleon and you are James Norrington, 'the scourge of piracy' in the eastern Caribbean sea! Can't you protect me from some measly pirates?" she challenged him, making his eyes twitch.
But when she saw a glint of real hurt caused by her words, she lost all her anger. She didn't want to fight with him, she didn't want to make him angry, and she most certainly did not want to hurt him; she just wanted them to spend their wedding night together and happy.
So she decided to try a different approach: guilt.
She deflated piteously and clung to him with a pout. "You were going to let me spend our wedding night by myself while you sailed the sea" she complained, trying to coax him to concede. She knew it wasn't very fair but she added sadly "I was not about to allow anyone to ruin our first night together as a married couple, not even you James"
Sneaking a glance at his face, she saw sincere remorse shining in his eyes as he brought one of his hands to rest on his hip while the other clutched his mouth. As she continued gazing at him from under her lids, she could see him slowly give up on their dispute, so she stepped even closer to him and brought one hand to his chest, letting her forehead rest against his sternum.
It wasn´t until she felt his body start to unwind that she pulled away from him a little and forced him to release his jaw from his tense hold, bringing it down and caressing his knuckles with care, before reminding him with a placating tone "I´m already on board anyway, please"
His eyes finally lowered and focused on hers. Suddenly he demanded very seriously "If we were to encounter pirates or if there was any emergency, you will follow my commands"
His tone made it obvious that was a non-negotiable point but she just smiled at him "Alright." It was an easy concession to make in exchange for an end to their dumb fight.
"And you will not try to stop me nor will you interfere in any way if we do encounter them" was his last instruction.
She nodded again, hoping she managed to hide the small scowl that his words elicited. "Why would I do that? I would rather prefer to avoid being kidnapped again"
She knew the reminder was in poor taste, but sometimes it became really difficult for her to understand the way James viewed her, especially when it came to pirates. It was clear they did not agree on that particular point, but while it was true she hadn't made an effort to hide her fascination, it was not like she had ever shown particular care for the lot either.
She could simply see the appeal to their devil-may-care lifestyle: go where you want, because you want, having to give no explanation to anyone and having no one judge you for it? It certainly sounded freeing. But she was no longer blind to their nastier side, especially after her unsavoury experience with the undead crew of The Black Pearl. They lacked honour and they were willing to betray or abandon even the closest of friends at any given moment. It had become quite clear to her that pirates' reputation had been well earned.
Lacking a sense of honour, decency or morals, she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her at having that thought while still looking at her husband, who was the exact antithesis of that. He could certainly be pretentious and difficult but he was noble, probably a little too much, which gave her the urge to corrupt him a little sometimes.
At her mirthful smile, James´ shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly as he finally gave up trying to scold her, allowing both of his hands to come up and rest on her hips, squeezing her gently "You are incredibly difficult sometimes" he lamented jokingly, giving her forehead a kiss.
"You certainly should have been aware of that before you married me" she answered promptly with not a trace of repentance in her, feeling his mouth pull into a smile against her skin.
The pleasure of her victory quickly made her forget completely about their argument and instead asked him excitedly "Can you tell me where you are headed to?"
Before he could even attempt to answer, she had already detangled from his arms and had started walking towards the table where he had a big map of the Caribbean extended over its surface.
Stopping abruptly on her journey when she noticed he wasn't following yet, she turned her head over her shoulder and stared at him with an expectant expression until he did. She was leaning with interest over the map, trying to calculate the distance they must have already travelled away from Jamaica, just as one of his arms came up over her shoulder, pointing at their current location on the map. Not too far from where her estimation was, she noted with pleasure.
"We recently passed this islet marked here before I came down, and the ship should have been attacked somewhere around here, approximately thirty miles south" he explained succinctly as his finger traced a line thru the imaginary path towards their anticipated destination.
She frowned, turning to glance at him "The route the ship was following looks familiar"
His teeth clenched and his jaw muscles visibly twitched at her words. "It´s one of our shipping lanes. That particular ship was a merchant vessel scheduled to arrive in Port Royal within the next couple of days. And the cargo that it was transporting belonged to a close aide of the King; which I no doubt will be hearing of the moment the news reach him back in England," he added the last part almost to himself with a look of pure annoyance, which convinced her of the idea that it would not be the first time something like that had happened to him, even if she was having a difficult time remembering any such event.
He had always seemed to be in such control of everything before, and the only time she had actually seen him fail was on his persecution of Jack, and that had been partially her fault. But maybe that had not been the only time? It always frustrated her when she realized she had not paid proper attention to something important.
His voice brought her out of her reverie "so it needs to be investigated promptly, and it will be much preferable if I can rescue at least some of it"
She just hummed absentmindedly, still staring at his long fingers moving around over the parchment.
"We should arrive before dawn, but we´ll wait to start the search until after sunrise, there is no point in trying to find anything in the dark of the night"
Those news did catch her attention. "Then, that means I have you all to myself until tomorrow morning. Is my understanding correct?" she questioned purposely while slowly turning around to face him properly. He was standing so close to her that she ended up pressed snuggly between the edge of the table and his body.
He looked briefly confused by the question, before quickly settling into a conspiratorial smile "I suppose you´re right"
"I do have to wonder how will we ever manage to pass the time" her tone was coated with pretend naivety as it was made obvious by the way her hands started sliding up his chest. The moment she reached his shoulders her hands burrowed inside his coat, pushing the heavy fabric off of him until it fell limply to the floor.
"But, I think I have some ideas in mind we could implement and I am most certain they will be to your taste" she continued her insouciant monologue even as her hands began working in undoing his cravat, giving his exposed throat a small lick once she managed to dispose of it, only to continue down to the buttons of his waistcoat.
When she realized he had yet to say a word, she stopped her efforts and instead wrapped her arms around his neck. The extra weight of her body forced him to bend down until he had to place both of his hands against the top of the table behind her, caging her inside his arms. But she did not stop pulling him forward, not until their faces were just an inch away from each other´s and their eyes were level.
"Why are you suddenly so quiet?" she wondered with amusement, giving his lips an affectionate peck.
He gazed at her with a mellow smile before whispering sweetly against her lips "You are so very beautiful" making her cheeks flare at the unexpected compliment.
Still, she smiled coquettishly and bumped his nose with hers before closing her eyes and biting his bottom lip gently, prompting him to hold her closer and give her a proper kiss.
She couldn't help but marvel at how incredible it felt every time they kissed, but when she opened her mouth for him and his tongue sought out hers... she stopped thinking altogether.
As he pinned her against the table while they kissed roughly, the hand he had on her back held her securely to his chest, while the other one started wandering down until it dipped under the hem of her skirts, making its way back up her leg slowly, all the way to her thigh, which he grabbed firm hold of; before changing his mind, bringing his hand behind her knee and suddenly pulling her leg up and around his hip bone. The loss of balance made her clung onto his back even tighter so she wouldn´t have to stop part her lips from his.
But her effort was in vain when, they saw themselves eventually forced to in order to regain a little bit of air.
He took the opportunity to reluctantly rasp out "We should stop now"
His voice was lower than usual and, for some reason, it made her shiver in anticipation, but his words were confusing. Both of them were panting heavily and she was feeling mildly woozy, but she still wanted nothing more than to continue exactly were they had left off.
She was having trouble finding her voice back, but the moment he made a weak attempt at putting some distance between their bodies, the leg he had helpfully wrapped around his waist tightened and seized the back of his leg more securely.
Elizabeth pulled back just enough to get an unencumbered look at him: he was breathing hard, his cheeks, neck and chest were flushed, his eyes were more black than green and she did not think he could look any more appealing to her.
She could not understand what the problem was.
"I don't want to stop though" she panted out with a mischievous smirk, moving closer and tracing the line of his jaw with her nose. Only to pull back abruptly so she could reach up to his head and take the obstructive wig of off him, carelessly tossing it on the table behind her.
"I don't want to either," he promised her, holding her even closer to his chest "but I´m afraid I have reached my limit my Lady"
She wasn´t listening to him anymore though, answering his concern with a simple "That's alright" shrugging nonchalantly, and sneaking her hands back up to his buttons so she could resume her endeavour, albeit having some difficulty doing it successfully due to the minimal space left between them.
"You need to stop teasing me this way. Otherwise you might become a young widow" he complained in jest, hugging her tighter and resting his head on her shoulder. Even with their clothes still between them, she could feel the heat radiating from his skin and the excited beat of his heart under her hands, his woodsy smell surrounding her was only working to entice her even more.
Why was he insisting they needed to stop was completely incomprehensible to her, more so when she was finding it exceedingly amusing how his words and actions were at odds with the other. He claimed they should halt but made no real effort to make them.
They are married, it´s perfectly acceptable for them to do it now, is it not?
"James" she called his attention, grabbing his chin and using it to lift his face away from her neck "I'm completely serious, we don't need to stop. We´re married now" she reminded him. Making sure to look him in the eye so he understood her meaning clearly, she whispered invitingly "And… I really want to"
That's when all trace of his jocular behaviour stopped and instead stared at her with seriousness, trying to determine how honest she truly was in her offer.
She simply held his gaze, and although her eyes were filled with lightness, there was no hint of uncertainty in them.
"Elizabeth…"
She interrupted him with another deep kiss, burying her hands in his soft hair and massaging the back of his head. It´s funny how easy it is to distract him in this way, she thought with some pride as his immediate reaction was to reciprocate her affections.
With a little bit of courage -and taking advantage of his distraction,- she let her hands wander down his chest, past his belt and then lower still until she brushed the front of his breeches …it was hard. He went completely still at the contact.
She had never felt him before, the firmness of it was startling but also intriguing, so she let her fingers delicately move up and down slowly, carefully tracing his outline over the soft fabric of his clothes.
They had stopped kissing properly, only keeping their lips close enough to allow them to brush occasionally, but his breath had started coming out in even shorter bursts of air than before and his eyes had fallen close, while he kept a desperate grip around her.
When he eventually let his forehead fall forward against her shoulder with a pleased groan, she took it as his acquiescence.
"Are you going to tell me you don't?" she asked sultrily in his ear, planting a wet kiss on the shell.
Her question seemed to be all the encouragement he needed to stop hesitating, as his face turned towards her neck and started planting open mouthed kisses along the column of her throat.
Was this what he had felt that day on the beach? The sensation was plain divine and he easily aroused a delighted moan out of her with a small nip on her skin.
Her hands tangled on the soft hair at the back of his head and held on tight, unable to decided whether she wanted to pull him away or encourage him further. All his sucking and licking was making her so dizzy it was becoming difficult to remain upright, and her thoughts were a complete jumble.
"Bed" was all she could manage to gasp as she pushed him off just enough so she could slip away from her confine.
As soon as she was free, she pulled him by the sleeves and tried to walk them backwards in the direction she thought the bed was. Although, in her haste, she stumbled back for a second, only to end up back in his arms, right were she wanted to be.
His face was back in front of her and she took the chance to capture his lips again, forgetting all about her objective. Fortunately, he had taken her cue and helped her walked them the rest of the way towards her intended destination, not separating from her mouth until the moment her knees hit the back of the mattress and she fell on the bed, bringing him down as well.
He caught himself, right on top of her, caging her in under his body and bringing his lips back to hers without any words.
Her hands were back on him shortly after. Only able to think of the way his skin had felt under her palms that afternoon on the beach, wanting nothing more than to feel it again. But his clothes were getting in her way, so she tried to push his waistcoat off, fumbling with the fabric a few times without success before she grew too impatient and started tugging up forcefully instead, only managing to pull his shirt out of his breeches.
He finally seemed to acknowledge her blind struggle when in one fluid motion he abandoned her mouth, sat up and roughly yanked his belt off. Then, he shrugged off the useless piece of fabric and moved on to his shirt.
She didn´t even have the mind to feel dumb about her omission. Instead, she sat up as well and unceremoniously deposited herself on his lap, helping him drag his shirt the rest of the way up and over his head.
His attention was back on her as his hands came up and carefully pulled her hair loose from the ornaments that had been holding it in place, gently carding his fingers thru her locks. She couldn´t help but close her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy the delicious sensation, humming in pleasure.
"You are aware that we´re currently in the middle of the sea, on a ship that is headed towards potential danger, right?" his abrupt question brought her back to reality "Hardly what most would consider romantic, Elizabeth" his voice was soft but marked with humour.
Despite his words, his hands moved down to her legs removing her shoes carefully, hesitating for just a moment before he took off her stockings as well.
"You don't seem too concerned about that possibility anymore" she pointed out, dragging her hands up his arms leisurely, feeling every ridge of muscle along the way.
His shoulders shrugged unapologetically "You were right, if anything were to happen I will keep you safe" he promised seriously, making her smile.
Her eyes gaze a quick glance around his cabin before she spoke again "I think this place suits us rather perfect, don´t you agree, Dear?" she used the endearment as to tease him, but his eyes glinted with elation when she did, which made her heart do a flip inside her chest.
"The sea really does suit you best, Elizabeth"
His reply was so sincere, she felt every part of her body burn uncontrollably at his declaration.
Seemingly unaware of the way he was tormenting her, he simply laughed softly and lifted his hand to move a lock of hair away from her eyes.
"So keep going then" she ordered impatiently. Her eyes were completely focused on him as she reached to grab onto his wrists, dragging them until they met at her lower back instead, where the laces of her dress were.
When an solemn question appeared in his eyes she simply nodded, letting him to his task while she occupied herself with his neck, where she could feel the elevated temperature of his skin against her tongue every time she licked. Her hands moved to stroke his strong back lazily.
James appeared to be too distracted with divesting her of her clothes to pay attention to any of what she was doing though.
When his hands started delicately pulling on the lace of her bodice, she felt the fabric pull loose easy enough, it wasn´t until he reached her stays that he suddenly stopped. Making her stop as well while feeling a hint of annoyance at the possibility that she might have to argue her case once again.
"What's wrong?" she panted against his neck.
He was silent for a long moment but she couldn´t she his face from where she was, so she just waited for him to continue. "I believe I might be in need of assistance" he finally confessed with an impatient huff, tugging gently at the fastens of her stays still tightly in place.
She hid the small chuckle that left her against his shoulder, before reluctantly moving away from his body and letting her bodice slid off of her, falling in a crumple on her lap.
His eyes glazed momentarily at the sight, making her smile with satisfaction. But there was still a small frown of dissatisfaction adorning his face, which made her bring up her thumb up to rub away the scowl off his lips as she told him pityingly "I'm afraid I can not be of much help, my maids are the ones that put me inside this torture device"
His frown deepened in thought, staring with the utmost seriousness at the front of her corset.
Thinking about the situation for barely a second she suggested plainly with a carefree shrug "You could always just rip it off"
His eyebrows lifted with alarm at her words "I am not a barbarian, Elizabeth!" he protested, sounding so affronted that she ended up laughing heartily against the back of her hand.
"Alright, I´m sorry" she agreed, leaning forward until her lips touched his cheek, planting a sweet kiss there before she turned around in his lap and moved her hair out of his way "Try to find the knot at the bottom first, Estrella always hides tries to hide it from me," she confessed with amusement, remembering how much it distressed her maid when she would pull her stays loose when she first started wearing them "once you unfasted it, pull on the strings like you did with the bodice, it should come loose then" she directed.
In spite of his first stumble, his hands were quite dextrous as he followed her instructions. Soon enough her stays were off, and her skirts and bottom drawers followed right after. As she carelessly kicked it all to the floor, she briefly wondered how she was going to put it all back on again tomorrow.
"You wear entirely too many layers" James noted innocently as they both glanced down at the pile of clothes adorning the foot of the bed.
She hummed in agreement, not really interest in talking about clothes now that the only thing covering her body was a delicate chemise.
She was still sitting on his lap with her back to his chest and she was enjoying their new position immensely, so instead of turning to face him, she brough his arms around her and wrapped them around her middle. But when his hands opened and pressed against her while covering the entirety of her abdomen, the thin layer of cloth separating them made her feel keenly aware of how very close they were and how very naked she was. Which sent her heart into overwork.
In an attempt to distract herself from her realization she grabbed his jaw and turned his face towards hers. The familiar feel of his affectionate mouth caressing hers allowed her to fully relish on the feeling of his warm body surrounding hers, her head fell back on his shoulder and she allowed the euphoria to take over her body.
His kiss was slow but passionate and she was thoroughly distracted by it, right until the moment his hands moved up to cover her breasts, massaging them gently and sending her already abused heart into frenzy. All while provoking a needy whine to tear out of her throat.
She didn't want to think about anything anymore, not about the way she kept letting moans escape against his mouth, not about how he could definitely feel the strength with which her heart was thudding against his palms or about how difficult it was becoming to draw air into her lungs. She just wanted to feel more of it all, so she tightened her grip on his jaw and kissed him even harder. Trying to let him know she was enjoying his actions.
The next moment her brain was able to register was the soft feeling of the sheets under her and the weight of his body settling over hers. He had somehow managed to turn her in his arms and laid her down on the mattress before she was conscious of the movements.
When his leg brushed her, she felt fabric rub her, he still had his breeches on. "You are the one who´s wearing entirely too many clothes at the moment, James" she informed him with discontent, shifting under him to let the tips of her fingers trace down a teasing line down his abdomen. She could feel clearly the way his muscles contracted under her touch as her fingers made their way down, only stopping once they hit the hem of his breeches.
Staring at the spot her fingers had stopped on, she hooked two of them in between the obstructing fabric and his skin, trying to unbutton them "I´m not an expert but I believe the next part calls for their disposal" she observed playfully.
They had developed a silly game of quips, so when he didn't answer back her obvious teasing, she returned her gaze back up to his face.
The expression she found on James' face was so genuine and unguarded she stared at him in fascination. His face was inches away, his eyes were completely focused on hers and his voice was no more than a whisper when he confessed full of earnestness "I love you, Elizabeth"
Before he could even think of adding anything more, she had already flung herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest.
"I love you" that was the only thing she cared for him to know as she clung to his frame so desperately he probably found her ridiculous, "I really do love you" she repeated hoarsely, sniffing softly as she tightened her arms around his shoulders.
His arms were holding her just as tightly when he asked with a mix of amusement and concern "Are you crying?" while one of his hands caressed the back of her head soothingly.
"No" she retorted stubbornly, even as her voice cracked and another sniff came out, making him laugh gently.
Feigning ignorance, he buried his face on the top of her head. "My mistake" he apologized against her hair before depositing a kiss there.
She had no idea for how long they lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, but she was not about to let him see that she had shed actual tears as if she was a little kid.
The break of the waves outside served as a gentle lullaby and the breeze entering through the open glass pane windows brought with it the smell of sea salt while the warmth of his body kept her content.
Eventually, she calmed down enough to lift her face from the hollow of his neck and look at him. He said nothing about her silly crying, instead he simply stared at her, mapping her face with a tenderness that made her heart swell.
She reached for a strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes, placing it back behind his ear before brushing his cheek with her knuckles.
The words were out of her mouth without her conscious effort "I want to keep going" she concluded, giving him no further explanation before she surged forward and captured his mouth with enthusiasm.
His lips reacted with the same hunger from before and his body pushed her back against the mattress. This time their movements were more rushed as their hands started yanking forcefully at the rest of their clothes, trying to eliminate all barriers between them quickly.
When he finally got rid of her chemise, she immediately felt the cool air of the night hit her directly, which made her shiver and her skin goose. But it was only a moment later when his naked chest pressed down on hers, for the first time unencumbered by fabric, the heat radiating from his body was so deliciously warm that she let out an involuntary groan against his mouth.
Her heart was beating so erratically she worried it might stop, but she needed him closer still. Her legs shifted so she could bring his hips in between them and her hands pushed down on his back.
That's when she felt him press against her stomach. He was hard and warm, and the sensation sent a tingle down her stomach that was equal parts anxiety and anticipation.
When his mouth left hers and his body pulled away slightly, all her limbs tensed around him in protest "Wait! Don't stop" she whined.
James smiled at her happily, moving his mouth down towards her neck as he breathed against her skin "That´s a very difficult command to follow" he breathed purposely against her heated skin, making her shiver "Which is it?" he asked with a playful tone as his fingers travelled gently along her right side and his tongue licked wetly behind her ear.
She had no idea where all the reluctance he had shown her for months had gone to, but she was not about to question it.
Ignoring his teasing, she pleaded instead "Don't stop." She really was beyond caring how pathetic it may sound "Please, don´t stop"
Her nails dug against the back of his shoulders and he hummed with pleasure. "I´m not going to" he mumbled against her ear, a promise that sent a shock of delight through her entire body.
When his mouth started slowly travelling down her neck, she made herself hold completely still, absorbed in the tingles he provoked in every place he touched: her shoulder, her clavicle, down her sternum and further still. She didn´t dare to move a muscle in fear he would really stop, up until the moment he reached her breast and licked, making her twitch; but when his lips suddenly captured her nipple and sucked… her back left the bed and she could no longer repress the whimpers that demanded to come out.
She could not even concentrate on that for long as his hands started caressing every inch of skin he could reach. Her sides made her stomach tense, her bottom made her sigh and the gently scrap of his short nails on her legs made her lips tremble… every new place his hands discovered sent a new thrill down her spine and directly to that place between her legs that was starting to drive her mad with need.
As if he had read her mind his hand slowly inched closer, towards that place that was burning her down from the inside, the feeling of his warm fingers in that place, ripped such a loud cry out of her she actually felt embarrassed. It was all too much and not enough. Every delicate stroke elicited a jolt of pleasure along with a strange, high pitch from her throat, and all she could do was cling as hard as she could to his back, unable to care if she might have been hurting him.
She wanted him to keep doing exactly what he was doing, but she could no longer tolerate the scorching deep inside her stomach that was keenly demanding his attention, she wanted more, she needed more. "James" his name was the only word she could muster coherently.
At last, his mouth stopped its insistent attention to her chest and trailed back to her mouth. When his eyes met hers, the beautiful green of his eyes had been consumed almost completely by the black of his pupils. His gaze was so intense, she almost thought he was angry.
But his mouth opened and his rough voice came out "I want you" her toes twitched with anticipation at the desire displayed on his face "Now" he demanded forcefully, clutching her hips and pulling her closer.
The need reflected in his voice made her love him even more.
His body was taut with want… it was clear what he meant, she knew it because it was the same that she wanted.
"Yes… I want to... please" she begged breathlessly, reaching up and letting one of her hands tangle in the back of his head, the other clutched his shoulder and pulled him down vigorously, latching her mouth to his in the most fierce, passionate kiss she had ever given him.
She didn't just want him, she needed him, badly. Needed him to bring an end to the torturous fire he had ignited inside her and was now threatening to consume her entirely.
James didn't need any more encouragement, he used one of his forearms to brace himself while his free hand moved to seize the back of her knee and lifted her leg, easily bending it back and securing it against his hip. All without ever freeing her lips.
A moment later, she felt his body shift to accommodate himself more comfortably between her legs, deliberately rubbing his hardness against her, and suddenly there was a hard heat probing her entrance. His hips pushed forward and the two moaned in unison at the overwhelming sensation of him entering her body.
She couldn´t decide where she should look so she stared at his face, he looked oddly calm but the strong beat of his heart under her palms was almost as fast as hers.
When his eyes closed in concentration, she had the sudden urge to look down at where their bodies joined. The soft glow of the candles on the table made it a little difficult to see anything clearly, but she could see enough and the intimacy of their position made her feel unexpectedly shy, so she turned her eyes back up and to the side, staring at the enticing path of blue lines drawn on his forearm. She could feel the unbearable warmth radiating from her face.
Her attempt at trying to keep her breathing steady was thwarted when she felt him push harder and even more of him came inside, impossibly deep, making her breath hitch and her legs tensed around his hips. James noticed her discomfort immediately and stopped his movements altogether.
His hand came up to stroke her hair affectionately in an attempt to make her look back at him. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, if a little short of breath.
It did hurt a little but it was mostly an odd sensation and it certainly was not nearly bad enough that she wanted him to stop. Besides, while the size was uncomfortable, there was something... tantalizing about it being inside her.
When her eyes met his concerned gaze, she gave him a reassuring smile. "Yes" she nodded, burying her face in his hand "Just… slowly, please"
Thankfully he seemed to believe her and didn´t questioned her any further, continuing to make his way in, very slowly and keeping his eyes on her expression, making sure he wasn´t hurting her. His actions were so endearing that he managed to make her relax.
She was fine, but the pressure was making it difficult to catch her breath and she didn't want him to worry even more, as she was convinced that 'I'm going to faint' would definitely ruin everything. So she grabbed onto his wrist and closed her eyes, concentrating on maintaining her breaths steady while he continued his intrusion.
"You're so warm," he groaned against her hair, pulling himself up on his hands once he stopped pushing in. Letting the fingers of one hand brush her breast, using his thumb to stroke her nipple distractedly "and soft" his breaths sounded ragged and every inch of skin touching hers felt flushed and sweaty.
Meanwhile she could barely concentrate on anything that wasn't ordering her body to relax and keeping the air going in and out of her lungs.
The hand on her chest came up to her face and caressed the apple of her cheek.
"You really are the most beautiful woman I´ve seen in my life, Love"
The endearment and the tender, husky tone he used made her heart squeeze painfully tight.
It wasn't fair, his ridiculously earnest sincerity always ended up throwing her heart into chaos.
She wanted to tell him so many things: that she was grateful, that she wanted him, that he made her happy. Unfortunately, she only could think of "You´re not unpleasant to the eyes either, Dear"
But, somehow, her dumb compliment made him laugh lowly, making her unwind enough to finally let go of her grip on his wrist and venture to explore his body.
She stroked his skin lightly, happily entertaining herself. Everything about him felt completely different from her own body. The tight muscles of his stomach were especially distracting, and the way they expanded and contracted with each strained breath he took, was almost hypnotic.
She had barely managed to catch her breath back when he finally decided to start moving, pulling away from her slightly and going right back in. The moment she felt him rub her insides in that heavenly way she cared for nothing besides that new sensation.
Wanting to implore him to do it again, and again, but unable to find the words to.
He was slow at first, careful, but every soft thrust made her body jolt with pleasure anyway, it was an irresistible torture that made her woozy and she wished for nothing else. Although she changed her mind almost immediately after having that thought, when his movements started to become more aggressive and his rhythm accelerated, the lewd sounds their bodies made as his hips met hers were echoing in her ears.
His face had dropped to rest against her neck and she could feel every laboured breath he was taking, and every harsh grunt of his pleasure resonated on her skin. Knowing he was enjoying it so much allowed her to finally relax completely.
"It… feels… so good" she managed to mutter against his temple, while holding onto his back tightly.
He let her know of his accord with a short, distracted hum, but continued sucking on her neck without saying anything.
When she opened her eyes again she couldn't see his face as it was still hidden against her, but she did catch the way the hand next to her head was tightly fisting around strands of her hair.
It wasn´t until he became louder and the hand holding her hip in place loosened that she realized she had started moving her hips as well, she couldn´t control it and she couldn´t stop.
His movements inside her had become unrelenting and she had no sense of what was happening anymore. But, suddenly, the combined sensations he was imposing on her body became too much, making the heat inside her build up uncontrollably fast, until she couldn't endure it any longer and it burst into a hazy cloud of unbelievable pleasure. She let out a loud cry as her vision went white, her head went blank and every sound disappeared.
Once the pleasure subsided, her entire body went limp and she finally let go of the death grip she had on him. The moment she did, James sat up on his haunches and gripped her hips firmly, guiding her body back to meet his every time he thrusted.
She just let him, she had no notion of anything else besides him and his body, still moving over her, inside her.
And before she was able muster the will to open up her eyes again, she felt his thrusts become more urgent and erratic. Just as he rasped out deeply "I'm going to…" his grip tensed on her skin and he stuttered to a sudden halt deep inside, letting out a sensual growl that made her skin goose all over. Then his movements stopped altogether, holding himself still while a sensation of flowing warmth flooded her being, it was so intense her toes curled and her back arched in spite of her complete lack of energy.
They stayed frozen like that for a long moment, both fighting to slow down their hearts and bring their bodies back from their high.
Gathering enough will, she forced herself to open her eyes and once her brain decided to start working again she noticed they were both covered in a sheen of sweat. She felt thoroughly wrung out, and he looked completely dishevelled, but his thoroughly sated expression was an accurate reflexion of how good she was feeling.
Once the intrusion inside her eventually softened, he retreated from her, and when his eyes locked with hers, he gave her a little smirk that was unfairly attractive.
"Are you alright?" he asked her softly while moving back up her body so he could see her clearly, brushing the sweaty locks of hair that clung to her, away from her face.
More than alright, she thought giddily. But she couldn´t bring herself to talk, the only thing she did achieve was a small nod in response, blinking at him with heavy eyelids.
She was barely awake long enough to feel him settle by her side and bring her close to him.