Making her way nervously down to the beach, she could not help but admire the beauty of the landscape; the sea stretched out as far as the eye could see, the waves silver and black in the shadowed moonlight, as grey wispy clouds drifted aimlessly by. It was like a page from one of her novels, all she needed now was a band of pirates to anchor off shore and it would be perfect.
Walking along the beach, she stopped and removed her boots, allowing her feet to run through the fine grains of sand like silk, occasionally picking up the odd shell and examining it in the moonlight. Making her way toward a collapsed cliff side, she found the Captain sat impatiently on a rock that jutted out from the cave, his face serene and shadowed from the flickering from a fire he had lit inside the cave.
“What do you want?' She shot at him, his eyes fixed upon her face.
“Lovely to see you too Katherine” he teased as he wandered to the back of the cave and stretched out next to the fire. Propping himself up on his elbow, he nodded at her to join him.
“Mr Ackley, please don't mock me, I'm a woman not a child.”
“You, a woman? I'll believe that when I see you act like one.” She shook her head. She could not be doing with this.
“I came down here tonight, not for you” she began, pleased she'd enraptured his attention as he sat up and gazed intently at her. “Rather, I came down to ask you to not put ludicrous ideas in Sarah's head.” He frowned at her.
“Put ideas in her head? Whatever do you mean?” He stretched out again, leaning back and staring up at the cave's low roof.
“You know perfectly well what I mean.”
“No I don't. And with regards to you coming down here tonight, you did not come down here for Sarah, otherwise you'd have pulled me aside during dinner tomorrow. You came down as curiosity got the better of you.” He raised his head and smiled at her, she stared open mouthed at him. How dare he! How could he be so assured in thinking that he knew what she wanted? She glared at him.
“I can assure you now, I most certainly did not.”
“Really, so why are you blushing?”
Shaking her head she began to walk away, when his voice sounded from behind her.
“Do you remember this Kat?”
“What?” She sighed stopping in her tracks and turning slightly to face him.
“For heaven's sake Will, what?” she snapped, stepping around the fire, feeling its warmth wash over her body sending goosebumps up and down her flesh.
“You'll have to bend down, come here-” He reached out his hand to help her move round. She stared at it for a moment, unsure on whether it was such a good idea or not. His voice made her jump. “Come on, I'm not going to bite.”
Tossing down her boots with a dull thud on the sand, she took his hand and he guided her round to the space of floor next to him.
“What?” She impatiently asked again, and diverted her eyes from him to where he was pointing. Upon the cliff wall, drawn shakily with jagged pieces of rock were the images of a boy and girl encased in a heart, and a ship with a wonky mast drawn underneath. She gasped as the memory flooded back to her; the night before he was due to leave on his first voyage. They had snuck down to the cave, and sat in firelight they drew this picture together,
'Their own story' she remembered telling him.
She looked round at him, and saw his eyes flicker over her face, a smile across his handsome features, knowing that she had remembered. His hands ran across the picture, tracing around the faded heart. Picking up a jagged piece of rock he pressed it into her hand. Guiding her movements, they drew a bolder line around the heart; her own beginning to race when his fingers began caressing hers. She glanced over at him, and saw the warmth and contentment in his features, her heart skipping a beat when he looked back at her. Aware that they had stopped drawing, she gently pulled her hands out from his grasp; looking down, she began twirling the rock round nervously with her fingers.
He observed her for a moment before staring at the picture. “That drawing you did of me, is my nose actually that huge in real life?” He ducked as she threw the rock towards him.
“You've got to be quicker than that Missy.” He laughed as she pretended to hit him, grabbing hold of both her wrists, leaning back as she jokingly tried to lunge at him. Releasing her he leant forward and tapped his right cheek. “I doubt you could hit like that again” he laughed, as she smiled sheepishly and apologized a pink blush staining her pale cheeks.
“Did I just hear that right? Did Miss Crowell just apologize?” he mockingly gasped.
She bowed her head, and glanced up at him through the strands of hair that gently brushed her face. He gazed down at her, and gently tucked the strands back behind her ears, his hand pausing, then cupping and stroking her face. She laced her fingers through the hand that caressed her face, and closed her eyes, relaxing at his gentle touch. With his other hand, he pulled her close to him by her waist; she could feel now, his hot breath on her cheek, his forehead resting against hers; heard the slight nervousness in his breathing. Her heart beat wildly as his hands moved from her face to her neck. Opening her eyes she reached out for his face, and caressed his sturdy jaw; pulling his gaze toward her, locking with hers, his piercing blue eyes staring into her soul.
She ran her fingers through his hair and untied the ribbon which let his hair cascade about his broad shoulders. Her other hand resting lightly upon his muscular torso, she felt his body move with his soft breathing. His hands either side of her face, gently pulling her towards him, their lips brushed. Gently nuzzling his bottom lip as he brought his lips to hers, he kissed her tenderly, his hands running down her face to her neck. Kissing him lovingly upon the mouth, she ran her hands up and down the length of his body, curling her slender legs around his waist, she slowly began to unlace his shirt, before teasing it off, revealing his powerful frame, and a battle scar that streaked across his chest. Tracing the scar with her finger she lowered her head and began to kiss along it as he watched her, his hands running up her back.
Bringing her head back up, he gave her a long, lingering kiss before kissing a path down her neck and then onto her chest as he loosened the lace on her dress. Delicately removing each garment his eyes blazed at her slim body before him, goosebumps appearing on her skin from the draft that floated in from the caves entrance. His hands either side of her slender waist, easing her back onto the sand, he kissed her breasts making her moan with pleasure. She caressed his neck with her fingers, before running her nails along his shoulder blades, tracing her fingers across his firm frame.
He ran a tounge down her stomach, her hands in his hair, moaning audibly, as he gently began stroking the inside of her thigh. She sat up slightly and watched him run his tounge along her, teasing her. Tilting her head back as he kissed and licked her, she closed her eyes and let pleasure fill her entire body. He leant over her, and kissed her softly on the mouth, as his hand lightly brushed against her, feeling her wetness as he slowly pushed a finger inside of her, causing shivers to to course through her body. The pace of his fingers quickened, causing her to groan in his ear as she wrapped her legs around him.
Panting slightly and enjoying the warmth and tightness of her, he moved his fingers in a circular motion, causing her to tense, her breathing becoming quick, deep and erratic. He watched her closely, enjoying the intent look of concentration upon her face from the pleasure he was giving her. Gritting his teeth as his fingers moved fast and furiously, he felt her being close to release as her body shook with rapture. She tensed her whole body and he let out a sigh of pleasure, as she gasped, resting her head back on the floor, her chest heaving. She looked over to him, and smiled as he leant forwards and kissed her mouth. Sitting up, her hands brushed against the hardness of his cock, detectable through his clothing. Pulling off his belt she pushed him back against the floor, and peeled off his clothes, exposing his big, hard cock.
She inhaled lightly as her hands closed round his shaft; detecting the aroma of her scent in the air. Gently stroking him, palm down he sighed with appreciation, and she gazed at him; saw his eyes alight from the pleasure she was giving him. Closing her hand around the his hardness, she pumped her hands slowly and rhythmically up and down his shaft, occasionally stopping to lick sensually, and take it deep down into her throat, her tounge swirling round his pulsating cock. Rubbing him harder and faster, as his breathing increased, he shut his eyes and groaned with approval as he became completley solid and hot. She increased the pace until there was no set rhythm, just a raging speed and her tight grip.
“Oh God” he moaned, as his face tensed, the muscles in his neck and cheeks becoming more pronounced as his body contracted back in waves, his come wetting her fingers that lightly scratched up and own his shaft.
Sitting up to kiss her, his hands wandered over her body, she could still feel him panting as he nuzzled her neck. Pushing her back against the warm sand, he caressed her legs, his hands slowly moving up her thighs. Stroking him till he became solid again she gasped with the intense feeling, so sudden and fulfilling as he thrust his cock inside of her. He began slowly, taking luxurious, long strokes, then gently building up, faster and faster, till every stroke was a fast and deep grind.
Her legs wrapped around his body, her hands caressing every inch of him, she screamed with pleasure, the sound echoing round the cave, making the hairs on his neck stand up. Gasping and panting, he leant back a little to see her, arms above her head, her fists clenched as he pounded into her. Her body shook as her muscles tensed, she closed her eyes and arched her back as she released and cried out. He pulled out of her and released onto her, his cock shining with her wetness, his frame trembling, as she clutched his body to hers. Collapsing down next to her, holding her, he gasped satisfaction in her ear, as their bodies began to relax. Turning to face him, he gently kissed the tip of her nose, and pushed her hair back from her face. Laying on his back and closing his eyes, he felt her head rest upon his torso; wrapping an arm round her waist and pulling her closer to him, they lied as such for a while until fatigue overpowered their racing minds.