The ship's First Mate was doing something unspeakably obscene with his mouth and his tongue. Oh God, his tongue! Grace's hand grasped his hair tighter and she clamped her eyes shut as his bare broad shoulders pressed her thighs further apart and his wicked fingers joined the torturous pleasure he was meting on her.
"Joshua!" she gasped, as two fingers sank slowly inside her and his hot tongue lashed over that unbearably responsive nubbin he seemed so familiar with. Her thighs began to shake and she pushed his face firmly onto her, hardly aware of what she was doing any longer. "Don't stop!" she cried as he sucked her into his mouth and his fingers found a spot inside her that made her whole body convulse around him, great waves of pleasure bursting from her core and engulfing her in shuddering pulses.
When she came to, she found she was still grasping his hair and he was looking up at her, his blue eyes dancing. He lazily licked her swollen folds one more time, making her twitch and then he stood up. His hair had come out of his pig tail, his lips were slick, his eyes were heavy and hot, his chest was bare, all gloriously smooth and muscular and he looked utterly beautiful. Why he would want her, plain little Grace Ferris, she had no idea.
He smiled again, his lazy languorous smile that always, without fail, made her heart give a little leap under her bindings, no matter how hard she tried to subdue it. Glancing down at his breeches he said, "Now I have a little problem."
She gulped and studied the considerable bulge straining the seems of his tight white breeches. As usual, very little was being left to the imagination. She could make out the shape of his tight testicles and the vein that ran the length of his shaft. She was a doctor after all. She was no stranger to anatomy. But when he touched himself and ran his hand along his length without taking his eyes off her she gulped again and felt a little hot. She also realised her legs were still spread and open to the elements and anyone who may care to stumble across them. She reached for her own breeches which were in a hastily discarded pool on the floor.
"No!" Hanson said rather roughly, and reaching forward he pushed her back onto the beam she was balanced on, gently opened her legs again and ran a finger through her wetness. "I want to look at you a while longer."
"Anyone could find us, Joshua," Grace said, her voice coming out in a whisper. "It's dangerous."
"Just a little while longer, Gracie," he murmured, stroking his hardness and gazing at her private place. "You are so beautiful there."
As if in a trance he unbuttoned his breeches and pulled out his cock. Grace was not surprised at how large it seemed in his hand, and how it seemed to grow in girth as she gazed at it.
"I would love to sink inside you," he said, his voice taking on a dark quality that made her squirm. "But you are so determined to stay a virgin."
"I am, Joshua," she said emphatically, although looking at him now she was closer than she had ever been to changing her mind. "My life is difficult enough as it is without the added complication of pregnancy." Her voice sounded priggish and frigid even to her own ears and she winced. "And who knows, one of these days I may have a normal life and want to marry," she added, an unexpected lump suddenly appearing in her throat.
Hanson's clear blue eyes suddenly became smoky and grey and fiercely taking her face in his hands he kissed her, a soulful kiss full feeling that went all the way to her toes. But as his tongue found its way into her mouth the kiss became more heated and Grace wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her, so that his exposed member was grinding hard against her belly and then lower against her enticing wetness, and she could feel a growing longing to open for him, to open up and take him in. Then the slippery head of his cock was nudging into her and she had pushed his breeches down and had her hands on his tight backside and he was groaning into her ear, "Just a little way in, Grace. Just a little way." Her nails dug into his skin as he pushed a fraction of an inch inside her, and her whole body was screaming out for him to push all the way in, to fill that aching void, but something stopped her and she cried out, "No!" and sinking to her knees she wrapped her fist around his cock and stroked it up and down his shaft just as he had shown her before. She looked up at him as she worked him. He held onto one of the rough beams of the ship to steady himself as he gazed down at her, beads of sweat breaking out on the tight skin of his chest and belly. Her hand moved slickly over his steel hard shaft lubricated by the pre cum that leaked from the tip and his whole body started to tremble. "Oh yes," he gasped as he threw his head back. "Keep going, Grace," he moaned as she felt his cock pulse and leap in her hand and streams of cum shot into the air and splashed onto the wooden boards. She continued to stroke him until every drop of sticky seed had leaked from the tip of his still hard cock and he was no longer shaking.
He took hold of her under the arms and dragging her up to him, kissed her hungrily, pulling her hair out of its pig tail and capturing her bottom with his big hands. "Joshua," she laughed against his lips, "We have to stop. We have to go ashore. Everyone else has."
"Nassau be damned," he growled into her mouth.
Grace pulled her mouth away from his and held his lovely face in her hands. "Look at me," she said. "You are a pirate, Joshua Hanson. One of these days someone is going to catch up with you and hang you from some gallows and I will be damned if I am going to cry over your corpse." His clear blue eyes gazed into hers, so deceptively innocent she could cry. She took a deep breath. "I am disembarking in Nassau. You are sailing off to God knows where on your pirate ship. That's all there is to it." And giving him one last kiss on his full lips she pulled up her breeches, tied her hair back into its pigtail, rammed her hat back onto her head and left the room, trying her very hardest not to look back at the naked God who was slumped against a beam stunned into silence.