Adrift

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Hello, faithful readers and most revered reviewers! :) Okay, no more teasing...down and sweaty naughtiness ahead, me hearties! Enjoy, CoffeeMuse, Elena and Faeritales...all of your enthusiastic comments have been a wonderful birthday present, so consider this your party favour!

If ye don't care fer explicit descriptions of consensual bliss, turn back now...

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Nothing could be easy with Hector Barbossa, Beth thought as she burst into the guest cabin, not even that which by now should have happened quite naturally. It wasn’t enough that he finally had her alone and back aboard his ship – he had to fashion circumstances to his liking, never mind the fact that he’d hardly noticed the effort she’d gone through to create a romantic setting. If wearing what lay within the box was what it took to finally get what she so desperately needed, though, she’d not deny him that pleasure.

Beth impatiently shook the top of the box off and stopped, taken aback at what lie within. She was no expert in antique textiles; such treasures did not survive the assault of the sea, not even for a few years. It was clear enough, though, that the dress in the box was crafted centuries before. Her brow furrowed – what on earth was a formidable biker lord doing with such a thing, let alone a garment that had to be hundreds of years old? It seemed strange, but likely no more strange that some of what had transpired over the past week. She decided that it was enough for now to know that it meant something to him, and that he wanted her to wear it.

She began to yank the t-shirt she wore over her head and paused, instead pulling the fabric up against her nose and inhaling. After her shower, she’d looked for something to wear and had found the top in Hector’s clothes hamper, ready for the laundry. It smelled so much like him that she’d been unable to resist putting it on and hugging it against her body. Sweat, leather and a musky scent that belong to him alone had been enough to bring her nipples to hard, aching points. Beth whimpered in a needful way as she finally removed it and tossed it on the bed.

The gown was made of raw burgundy silk, accented with gold braid and black appliqués, and lined with some kind of cotton undergarment. The bodice was of a rough black lace and boned, coming down into a fine point at the waist, and the bell sleeves bunched into cream coloured tatting. Rather fussy and likely also very heavy. No doubt it looked far better on a woman than it felt to wear. If things progressed the way Beth hoped, though, she’d not have it on for long.

Flipping the dress so it was front-down on the bed and then gathering up the layers of skirting in her hands, she lifted it up over her head and found the sleeves with her up-stretched arms. It slid down over her body, the lining gliding sensuously against her naked skin and sending a chill through her with its feathery touch. She shifted her hips and shoulders, working it down and straightening the folds as she turned to look in the dresser mirror.

She smiled at her reflection as she tied the top of the shift. Not as modest as she’d thought and the black lace was not exactly reminiscent of either high society or good breeding. Perhaps it hadn’t been made for someone well-born at all. She jerked at the sides of the bodice, fastening the hooks as far as they’d go. Petite though she was, the gown had obviously been made for someone even smaller than she.

The outfit was definitely designed to accentuate a woman’s cleavage and Beth was pleased to see that it gave even her meagre bust a rather buxom appearance. Whether it had belonged to a fine lady or a whore, it didn’t matter – what counted was that after she wore it, Hector wouldn’t be able to see it again without thinking of her.

She plumped her breasts in the bodice, going for the most wanton effect possible. Catching her own eye and biting a smile back, she ran delicate fingers over the top of each pale mound. It was better when she closed her eyes, though, and imagined the touch to be Hector’s instead. Her face warmed at the idea alone.

Just when she thought that she was finally ready to rejoin him, a further examination in the mirror had her frowning at her hair. It was clean but still damp and hung rather lankly over her shoulders, definitely not doing the dress any justice. A hasty exploration of the drawers in the head yielded a couple of elastic bands and a comb; these she used to sweep her hair together and off of her neck into a makeshift up-do. A few errant strands escaped the band and drifted down to curl into her face. Not perfect by any means, but better.

Beth twirled slowly, making sure that everything was in place, and smiled back at herself. The gown flattered, that was certain, and although not the most comfortable thing she’d ever donned, it made her feel desirable and confident. What any man should want, right?

Her smile faltered somewhat. The package might look good, but she wondered now if her lack of experience would disappoint. Most of her limited sexual repertoire she owed to her ex-husband and while William had been enthusiastic at times, making love with him had usually been very sweet and very predictable. Comfortable.

Beth had dated after the divorce but the few times she had gone so far as to take a guy to bed, she’d almost always been disappointed. It wasn’t as if the sex had been physically unsatisfying but without some kind of intimate connection, the act had lacked intensity.

But Hector…yes, Hector was intensity personified. Intensely physical, intensely passionate, forceful and fearless. True that he had been gentle to this point, but she knew that he had been practicing remarkable restraint and that he likely would not have done so for anyone but her. That alone spoke to her of his feelings, for his own need to have more than an outlet for physical desire.

Beth wouldn’t dare call it love, not so early on. She didn’t want to taint it with that hope. But tonight…it was more than the relief of tension. More than infatuation. It was more.


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Hector rose quickly when she swung the door open, sloshing some of the wine out over the rim of his glass. He didn’t seem to notice as it dripped from his hand onto the floor, so intent was he on the sight of her in the heirloom gown.

Beth closed the door behind her and bolted the lock, determined that there would be no further interruptions and no more excuses. As she approached him, his eyes sparked blue in the candlelight and he took in an unsteady breath. “Yer beautiful, ‘Lizabeth. Gods above, I’d nearly forgotten.”

The awe in his words made her heart swell. She took the glass from him and put it down on the bureau, then lifted his hand to her mouth. Keeping her eyes on his, she slowly licked away the droplets of wine from each of his fingers, unable to completely keep the smile from her face as he exhaled sharply.

“You nearly forgot? Gone that long, was I?” she teased.

His nostrils flared as his breathing deepened. “Seemed like centuries,” he growled, searching her eyes as he turned his hand to cradle her cheek, “and I’m thinkin’ that I’ve earned me just reward fer showin’ such patience.”

“Well, perhaps you should do less talking and more claiming of said reward,” Beth said, leaning in towards him as if for a kiss but then stopping a hair’s breadth from taking it. “I grow tired of conversation.”

She knew Hector would take the bait but the force with which he did so stunned her. Her back hit the door hard enough when he seized her that she was knocked breathless before he even began to kiss her. His mouth came down hard, his full lips capturing hers in a brutal testament to his desire.

Beth’s hands slid up his arms and clutched at his biceps, thrilling at the tempered power of the muscles beneath her fingers. She drew back from him just a little, taking what few gasps of air he’d allow before he resumed his joyously welcome exploration of her mouth. All but purring, she leaned into him, just as desperate to taste him and to further fuel his need.

Hector’s breath was hot against her face, and she could taste the ghosts of wine and apples in his kisses. He had her by her hips, pushed back against the unyielding door, but she needed to be touched. She wanted to feel him against her, wanted more than he was giving her now. She wriggled against him, working her hands between them so she could divest him of what little clothing he wore. As Beth began to tug on the string of his pants, though, he reached down unexpectedly and grabbed her wrists, trapping them against the door on either side of her body.

“Think ye that yer in control here, missy?” he whispered hoarsely against her cheek, chuckling in such a deliciously sinister way that she whimpered in anticipation. “Ye’ll do naught but what I permit. Too long have I cosseted ye and let ye have yer way. Ye will submit tonight and thank me fer it in the morn.”

With his words, Beth’s breath hitched in her lungs and wetness dampened her thighs, but she wasn’t so easily subjugated. “Another speech, Hector? Or is that the only thing of which you are capable? Perhaps my patience deserves a reward as well.”

He let out a bawdy laugh, walking backwards towards the bed and pulling her along. “Clumsy attempt, lass. I won’t fall fer yer manipulation again. I be chartin’ the course now.” He twirled her in his arms, catching hold of her wrists once more and trapping them behind her back with one large hand. When she’d regained her bearings, Beth could see that he had the both of them facing the full length mirror on the closet door.

She watched her chest rising and falling, her breasts pushing forward against the constraining hold of the corset with each breath. Hector leered at her over her shoulder, catching her confused eyes in the reflection before them. “Tell me, girl – have ye ever seen yerself get lost in the throes of lust?”

Uncertainty rose in her. It was one thing to lay herself bare before him, imperfections and all; it was quite another to observe herself doing so. “No, I don’t want to do that, Hector. Please…that’s not something I can watch.” Beth turned her face away, flushing with embarrassment.

His hand moved up the smooth lining of the dress, towards her throat. “Ye can and ye will. Enhances me pleasure, it does, to see a woman watching as she goes to pieces at me touch.” Hector took her chin in his hand, gently forcing her to look back again, “The sight will do the same fer ye, I swear it.”

She stared warily back at him but didn’t attempt to look away again. The wicked glint in his eye assured her of his approval and he lightly ran a finger up the side of her neck. “Keep yer eyes open, ‘Lizabeth. Know how lovely a woman undone can be.”

A shiver travelled up through her limbs – the lack of control was thrilling, the way in which he exerted his domination almost unbearably arousing. He smiled knowingly before closing his eyes and nuzzling her nape, his warm breath making her feel weak.

He kissed a slow wet trail from behind her ear and down to her collarbone, gently blowing the escaped tendrils of hair from his path. She was helpless to do anything but observe as she bared her neck to him, silently begging for more of the same. His long hair slid forward and tickled her back with a feathery touch that teased more than it satisfied.

Hector placed a palm across her throat and coaxed her to move her head so he could give the same kind attention to the other side. Beth writhed in the tender torture of her captivity, frustrated that she couldn’t touch him but increasingly turned on that she was completely at his mercy. For someone who worked to manage all aspects of her life, to lose the ability to do so was an almost decadent thrill. To watch her skin flush in the wake of his every touch doubled the sensation.

Her breasts were aching for attention, her nipples hard and rubbing almost painfully against the inside of the shift. Each kiss he lavished upon her neck and shoulders made her breath come faster and made the friction within the corset worse. If she could just loosen the bodice, just a little, it would be so much more pleasant.

“Hector…oh!” she cried, his tongue finding the ridges of her ear and causing more tremours in her legs. “Please…uhn…”

“Be there somethin’ I can do fer ye?” he breathed, taking an earlobe into his mouth and biting at it until her eyes rolled back in her head.

“God…oh please…the dress. If you would let go, just for a moment…it’s so tight…oh!” Beth clamped her legs together, seeking friction that would relieve some of the throbbing. How could he reduce her to this with only kisses? When her eyes blinked open, she could see desperation on her face and her chest heaving even harder in its lacy bonds.

“Beg me, ‘Lizabeth” he demanded softly, “and look at me as ye do so.”

Indignation flared briefly but when she locked eyes with him and saw the naked hunger burning there, the fires of rebellion seemed rather dim compared to the pulsing heat of her core. “Please. Please let my hands go – it will only take a moment.”

His lips spread in a wolfish grin. “No.”

“How can you be so cruel?” Beth laughed in disbelief, although she was nearly in tears from the warring sensations of longing and discomfort.

“I’ll be havin’ ye on me own terms, lass, but I’ll not have ye calling it cruelty,” he answered, the mirth gone and the hunger returned. Hector’s hand slid around her waist and she watched it slip towards the bindings on the garment. His long, graceful fingers crept upwards and found the first clasp, releasing it with a twist of his wrist.

By the time the third hook had been unfastened, she was sighing in grateful relief. He watched her face closely as he continued on, finally undoing all the hooks. “How’s that feel?” he asked softly, moving aside the boned panels that had held her upper body in check.

“It’s better, but I need…” she watched his hand disappear back behind her, disappointed that he hadn’t continued to make his way through the thin layer of fabric covering her breasts. She so needed to have his hands there, to feel the roughness of his touch against the stiffness of her nipples. A breathy moan escaped from her lips at the thought.

“Mmm. Ye need, what? Out with it.” He plucked the elastics from her hair and released it from its careful arrangement. It slid over her shoulders and skimmed across the exposed skin of her back, causing her to sigh unevenly. He lifted the tresses and buried his face against them, obviously revelling in the feel against his skin. It tormented her to no end he could take whatever he wanted while she was forced to watch him do so.

“I need you to touch more than my hair and my face,” she finally confessed, blushing again. She wasn’t used to expressing her own physical desires, not out loud. “I can’t feel anything with all this material. I don’t want to play this game anymore - I need to have you pressed against me with nothing between us.”

“Do ye now?” He met her eyes again, smugly satisfied at drawing it from her at last. She felt the skirts lifting from behind and sliding up the backs of her calves until they had gathered up around her hips. The cooler air hit the skin on the back of her legs and then further up, following the progress of gown. Hector groaned from behind her as he smoothed his hand reverently over her fully exposed buttocks. Beth’s legs trembled at his caress and she spread them slightly, wanting him to go on.

His breathing was ragged and she felt him shifting behind her. The voluminous dress hid him from her sight and she didn’t realize what he was doing until she saw his pants fall to the floor between their feet. She pulled at her hands, trying to draw away so she could finally turn and see him…all of him. Her struggle was in vain, though, as he effortlessly kept a tight grip on her.

Hector yanked her back against him in rebuke for her resistance. She gasped as he pushed his cock up against the cleft of her ass and her eyes fluttered closed on the look of shock her mirror-self wore. Although she had touched him through his jeans and had felt the promise of his arousal pressed up against her body through her clothes before, none of it had prepared her for the length or heft of what was now nestled between the globes of her ass. Trapped between them, the wet tip of his member kissed the small of her back and throbbed so hotly that she was sure it would leave a brand against her tender skin. Her body clenched hard and her breasts quivered as she moaned, wanting to see…wanting so badly to touch the thick, hard flesh straining against her.

He flexed his hips against her bottom again, causing her to gasp and squirm against him in search of gratification. His sing-song voice rasped as he murmured against her temple. “Now that ye can feel me, ‘Lizabeth, tell me that ye must have me. Tell me that ye want me to ram the whole of myself into yer sweet pink depths ‘til ye weep from bliss.”

“Yes, I want you! What do I have to do to prove it?” Beth swivelled her hips backwards, crying out in frustration. He bucked against the part in her cheeks and swore, forgetting to keep her hands snugly trapped as he grabbed her by the waist to halt her movement.

“Still, girl, be still!” he croaked huskily. “Ye’ll have me finished before we’ve begun.”

Hearing his plea but desperate to soothe the unfulfilled agony raging within, Beth ripped at the cords that laced up the lining of the dress. Fingers shaking, she pushed the weighty gown from her shoulders and then down, stumbling out of Hector’s reach until the stifling clothing fell to her ankles.

She stepped away from the fabric and stared into the mirror before her, her blood racing as she watched him approach from behind, wanting fervently to finally see that which she’d so keenly felt. He stayed maddeningly out of sight, though, and just as she would have turned, his arms came around her and his strong fingers spread over her midriff.

“Perfect,” he muttered against her temple, bringing her hard up against him once more as he devoured her with his eyes. “Suits ye even more than the dress.”

Beth tipped her head back against his shoulder. Reaching up to thread a hand through his hair, she pulled his face down for a kiss. His long, shuddering breath betrayed his yearning and swept over her lips just before he claimed her mouth once more.

With the tip of his tongue he sought entry but she resisted, drawing back for just a moment when he groaned in displeasure. When they kissed again, it was she who plundered, sliding her tongue into his mouth and filling her senses with his taste as she sought out the delicate flesh inside. She stretched her other hand out behind her, sliding her fingers from the solid flesh of his thigh up to the soft cleft above his hip bone.

Hector came away gasping with a trace of a smile on his full lips. “A sinful temptress ye be,” he whispered, “intent on havin’ yer wicked way by stealing the very breath from a man.”

“I want more than that from you,” she purred as she turned to brazenly stare at herself. Hector had been right. Seeing herself aroused – and seeing how it aroused him in turn – helped her understand that while he might think he was forcing his will upon her, she held the real power.

Arching an eyebrow at him, she licked her fingers and ran them lightly over her swollen nipples, leaning into her own touch and sighing as she slowly shifted her hips side to side against his massive erection. “I want you to take me with your hands…your mouth…your cock…”

“Vixen!” he hissed from between clenched teeth, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he fought for control again. “Ye’ll not rush me in this.”

Hector’s coarse hands slid slowly up her torso, pushing aside her fingers as he found her breasts and lightly tracing the curve of each one with his thumb. Beth whimpered and grabbed his hands with hers, impatient with the mildness of his caress. He was true to his word, though, when he said he wouldn’t be hurried, and he teased her with obscene tenderness until she was sure she’d die from the anticipation.

When he did drag a lazy finger across each nipple, she squealed and jerked in his arms, so intense was the pleasure. Her clit throbbed in time to her heartbeat and she dropped a hand to nestle between the folds of swollen skin between her legs, unable to keep from touching herself as he stroked and rolled her taut pink buds.

She saw the raw lust grow on Hector’s face as he watched her fingers working and it took her breath away. A noise of wordless desire rumbled deep in his throat and he began to move his hips against her backside. Her secretions surged and slicked over her fingers, and she felt herself opening for him, ready to take what he had to give.

“Please,” she begged, arching back against him. “Now…I can’t wait...”

With a feral growl, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the high bed. She landed softly on the cool, luxurious sheets but immediately sought purchase so she could prop herself up on her elbows and finally look at his body as he had looked upon hers.

Beth knew he would have doubted her sincerity if she said it out loud, but he really was beautiful. He had scars, true enough, but each one seemed only to accentuate a tanned canvas of lean muscle that belied his age. A light sheen of perspiration lent a gleam to his skin in the glow of the candles, the hard lines of his shoulders, arms and hips etched in light and shadow.

From a thatch of dark coppery hair at his groin, his cock swayed up towards his body, thicker than her wrist at the base and tapering slightly before the flare of the bulbous, dusky purple head. Fully emerged from his foreskin, the smooth tip glistened with a single lustrous drop that she yearned to lave away with her tongue.

With that thought, Beth licked at her bottom lip and his cock dipped, almost visibly pulsating as he reacted to her scrutiny. Her eyes followed the pale blue veins that lined his shaft, down his long and lovely length to the full, rosy sac between his legs, large enough to fill her hands with its fleshy weight. Even the hard ledge of his hip and the rigid planes of his legs called out to be touched, caressed and sampled.

Her gaze raked back over every part of him, over his pectorals, his shoulders, his lips. Beth reached out to take his hand and saw that while Hector stood straight and proud over her, the look in his deep blue eyes was one of hopeful vulnerability. She wanted him all the more for it and pulled him steadily towards her.

Hector climbed up onto the mattress and she moved back to make room. Beth’s heart thudded against her ribs as he crawled over top of her, advancing like a big game cat stalking its prey. She lay back until he stopped with his face above hers and his hands and knees on either side of her body. Beth curled an arm around his neck and brought his lips to hers again, needing to kiss him now every bit as much as she needed to breathe. His mouth felt like fire against hers, his tongue parrying hers as his beard scraped over her soft skin.

“Touch me,” he whispered raggedly against her lips. “Take me into yer hands, feel what ye’ve done to me.”

Still being slowly undone with his kisses, Beth slid her hands down his heaving chest, delighting in the topography of his abdomen and tracing each straining muscle as she went. His erection bumped against her fingers and she felt the sticky traces of fluid as she wrapped her hands around him as best she could.

As Hector groaned against her mouth, she gripped him and firmly slid her hands from head to base and back again, his foreskin sliding sumptuously in her grasp. His cock jumped as she smoothed her thumbs over the broad crown and he impatiently lunged into the sheath formed by her fingers.

Her own hips came up off the bed as she reacted instinctively, a new flush of moisture leaking from her opening and coating her inner thighs. She swept her fingers down his shaft once more, finding the hard ridge on the underside and tracing its descent to his heavy sac.

Beth cradled his balls, grazing them carefully with her nails and drawing another astonished gasp from his lips before she dragged her hands back up once more. The lush scent of his arousal grew stronger and she breathed it in deeply, desperately. Hector grunted as she caressed the weeping head of his cock.

“Open yerself to me,” he said, his voice quaking. “Must tip the velvet before the smell of yer desire robs me of all control.”

“Tip the velvet? What do…oh!” Beth froze as he gently removed himself from her hold and moved backwards, dipping his head towards the dark curls between her legs. He closed his eyes, inhaling as if savouring some exotic bouquet. She trembled as he smoothed his fingers over the soft skin of her thighs and her legs fell open instinctively, boldly.

“Aye…,” he drawled, “that’s it. Just a taste, ‘tis all I need. Fuck, girl, but the perfume of yer quim nearly takes me to the brink…”

She closed her eyes and sighed as he touched her in her most intimate of places, fingering her softly and parting each delicate fold as though opening up the petals of a rose. He spread his fingers over her mound and in so doing, coaxed her wider and laid her most secretive self bare before him.

Beth’s limbs stiffened as if she’d been electrified when his hot tongue touched the edge of her opening, circling slowly. She drew her knees up as he suckled at her outer lips, his fingernails carefully grazing her engorged pussy before he pushed a rough finger into her, testing her readiness.

Thrusting forward to meet him, Beth moaned deeply and reached down to grasp a handful of his hair. Slowly she rode his finger as he continued to suck and kiss her incredibly sensitive flesh, the vibration from his throaty moans of need igniting starbursts behind her eyes. He slowly withdrew his finger only to push his tongue into her, a firm hand sliding beneath her and tilting her hips up, all the better to taste her more deeply.

She writhed in pleasure, a harsh cry of happiness breaking from her lips as his tongue finally found her own small erection from where it had emerged hard and ready from beneath its hood. His damp locks brushed across her navel as he jabbed and lapped at her pliant flesh, and again he pushed his fingers into her, spreading her wider before him. She threw her head back into the bed, finally determined to give voice to her own hunger.

"I want to feel you move inside me, Hector. Now, goddammit!”

He snarled his response and lifted his head, giving her a look so ravenous that a shudder moved through her. He swept forward over her again, capturing her mouth with a kiss that jolted her with its ruthlessness. Driven by the tangy taste of her need on his lips, she hooked a leg around his hip and lifted herself in offering as she grabbed hold of his arms. He took his organ into his hand, stroking it tantalizingly over her swollen, slippery entrance.

“Need to take ye…gently. Don’t…don’t want to…to hurt ye,” he stuttered, every muscle tense with his restraint. “I’ll take no…pleasure in yer pain.”

“You won’t hurt me, I promise,” she murmured, punctuating her words with small kisses. “You’ve seen how wet, how ready I am for you. Don’t you dare hold anything back.”

She was squirming beneath him and trying to urge him forward when he suddenly plunged into her up to the hilt, the silken fluids that had been coaxed from her body easing his passage. Even so, the scale to which he filled her startled her. Beth bowed her back and clutched at his shoulders, crying out his name as her body worked to stretch and accommodate his sheer girth. Her hands trembled as she sunk her nails into his skin, waves of ecstasy spreading up through her channel ahead of him.

Slowly he began to move, gently withdrawing a few inches before surging forth into her again, his breath catching in his throat each time. “Too long have I waited to take ye and make ye mine. Ye feel so good, ‘Lizabeth. So hot, so snug…a man could lose himself forever in such,” he panted, looking down into her face with awe as he thrust languorously. “Break me apart, ye will, and I’m not of a mind to resist.”

An unsteady whimper spilled from her lips as he pulled out almost all the way, only to slam into her again and send new carnal rapture swirling through her as their hips collided. Beth tried to keep her eyes open, wanting him to be able to see the extent of her passion, but the sensations were just too powerful and she let her lids fall closed, carried on the crest of her building tension.

She felt his beard brush her breast and then wet heat surround her nipple. With each thrust, Hector flicked first one stiff bud and then the other with his tongue and teeth, causing her to jerk in tormented delight. The walls of her pussy slowly clenched around him, drawing him in even further and causing him to curse under his breath. The pulse of his cock within her matched the thundering beat of his heart…or was it her heart? So intertwined were they that she could hardly tell the difference anymore.

The tell-tale flutter deep inside of her had already begun to grow, the pressure becoming less bearable. She lifted her other leg over his hip and hooked her ankles behind him, wanting more than he was giving…wanting him to take more than he was… before she found her climax.

“You’re…too slow! Hector…please…God…harder!”

He cried out and reared back on his knees, and her eyes flew wide open as he grabbed her by her ass with both hands and pulled her hips up over his thighs, burying himself in her as deeply as he could. She lay helpless before him, impaled on his erection like a butterfly pinned to a board, barely able to breathe from the suddenness and depth of his entry. He pushed her knees apart as far as they’d go and pumped into her, his balls hitting the soft flesh of her buttocks as he forced her further into the mattress with the weight of his assault.

She twisted and tried to match his rhythm, but it was impossible from her position and she surrendered herself to his strength and will. The tremours began to ripple through her and she grabbed at the sheets around her, trying to steady herself against the rise of her orgasm. Hector’s eyes were closed, a grimace creasing his face and the most primal of sounds emanating from his parted lips. Droplets of sweat shone on his brow at the effort of their frenzied coupling, and the muscles of his stomach flexed and bowed as he pushed himself into her.

Beth was going to explode, she was so close…and as if he knew exactly what she needed, he slid a hand from her hip to her pussy, circling around her rigid little clit with the pad of his thumb. She ground against his hand until she came apart completely with a scream that emptied her lungs, and left her limp and quivering.

Just as her own quaking began to slow, Hector bucked against her with complete abandon, roaring ferociously as he came into her with a burst of liquid heat that she felt sear her womb. He held her hips to his, shaking from the force of his release and gasping for air as his spasms died down.

They remained like that for a time, trying to compose themselves before they moved. As his softening member slipped from her, Beth edged back gingerly before collapsing in spent satisfaction on Hector’s pillow. Her thighs still trembled from the after-effects of the adrenaline racing through her veins and she swept her tangled hair beneath her so it was out of her face. She smiled to herself as Hector lay down beside her, resting his damp head upon her belly and laying his arm possessively across her legs, his breath tickling her warm skin.

She thought of saying something, but there were no words that wouldn’t have taken the shine off of the moment. Instead she ran a hand slowly through his sweat-slicked hair, content to be held so tenderly by such a wild and forceful man.

After a while, Hector lifted his head and she beamed happily down at him as he searched her eyes, for what she was not sure. He moved closer so that they were face to face and he kissed her sweetly before tucking her head beneath his chin and drawing her into his arms. She snuggled up against him and closed her eyes, letting fulfilled exhaustion gradually claim her.

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