Protection

It was hard now to believe they’d been apart, ever. Even now after two months of separation, her body remembered his so very well, her body’s idleness now clenched fervently around his perfect male shape, every inch fondled within her expanded slick sheath, the most concupiscent center of his form submerged within the most prurient of hers. Elizabeth had hoped to work her mouth over him, lavish the talents of her eager lips and tongue upon his cock and let his salty sea flood her mouth, but the animal pull of this genital union was too strong, and once more she was on her back beneath his power, Barbossa working her so steadfastly with each deep thrust that her wet folds slurped detectably around his plunging shaft.

Elizabeth’s arms wrapped around his pumping body, her hands traveling from the roundness of his strong hindquarters up his arched back to his square shoulders, cupping the back of his head as he kissed and sucked and nipped at her neck, her own back arching off the bed, her chest and belly pressed to his as he drove deeper into her, one of her legs draped elegantly over his hip as they moved with one another, more rhythmically than the waves upon the shore. His weight came more upon her as Barbossa slipped one hand down between their writhing bodies. Elizabeth’s thighs and groin tensed in anticipation, knowing what he meant to do, and not having to wait very long before she felt his finger at the top of her wet slit. He’d always been a more than considerate lover to her, not letting the opportunity to bring her to climax pass. She closed her eyes and felt the first sudden collision of his digit with her excited clitoris, his pelvis still driving his cock intensely within her. Something like the shattering of ice streamed through her blood and bowed her body even closer to his, wanting him deeper.

His finger now lay to the side of her eager little organ, barely rubbing against its slippery hood, making Elizabeth shudder beneath Barbossa. Her eyes batted open, feeling his stare as his head raised, a faint smile on his lips, his other hand moving to cradle her head and all his weight upon her in the most tenderly acquisitive of ways as the tip of his finger churned over the ripeness of her taut rubescent nub. He kissed her, his tongue sweeping hers into his mouth to be sucked and stroked as his thrusting cock and roiling digit made it impossible to be still beneath him. Elizabeth felt herself suddenly not open enough, not able to take enough of her lover inside her, kissing him back with a frantic hunger for more and more, all the while being carried away by the maelstrom his finger and cock stirred within her beseeching delicateness. Her need hastened, spurred her body to jerk crazily beneath his heavy form, her lips tore away from his so that she might gasp for breath, eyes squeezed closed as the rush and roar of a rogue wave threatened to engulf her from within, the tension magnificent, every nerve ending swelled and billowed to its breaking point.

“Elizabeth,” Barbossa’s voice was raspy and clouded by his own desires, his cock pumping into her faster and faster, his finger rougher with her sensitive clitoris now as she slammed her pelvis into every one of his thrusts. “Elizabeth, open yer eyes, let me see it overtake yeh!”

It was like fighting her way out of a dream, willing her eyes to open and her stare to meet his, to let him taste her pleasure in the gaze they shared, but just as the great strain upon her body reached its peak and she could take no more, her eyes sprang open, lost in a sea of pitching blue waves, her body spastic, each arm, each leg, every finger, every toe, wriggling and shaking below her lover, who moaned above her, his thrusts slower, but still hard and deep as she contracted around him, staring up into his eyes, a connection between them beyond the physical; his eyes, a sea of blue, now gently settling as her body calmed.

Her heart still thundered in her chest, her legs involuntarily locking around Barbossa’s narrow waist, pulling him closer upon her still tingling labia and riding out the last few miniscule, but satisfying spasms, against his body, a few pleasant shivers filtering up her spine as her body drank its aftershocks from his, all the while looking deeply into his eyes, his forehead now to hers, and both arms around her tightly. She felt a new fullness inside her now, within her heavily beating heart, a palpable thrill so pungent she couldn’t fight her halcyon smile. “I love you,” the words came as naturally as did the breath she drew.

“And I you,” came his nearly whispered reply, his breath warm on her lips, his beard skimming her chin as his head bent to hers and his mouth pressed softly over hers, gently at first, but more passionate and lecherous as Elizabeth shifted beneath him, opening her hips more around him, raising her legs, for she felt how stiff he still remained within her, not having reached his point yet, or more likely having denied himself his own pleasure that she may experience hers. His thrusts grew sharper, faster, his cock slipping into a new depth within her and he growled, for a moment seeming to lose all control and refinement and jab himself into her sheath with a series of abrupt, twitching, almost involuntary, shallow thrusts, like the instinctual pelvic drives of a rutting beast. His body could find its way in that manner, but Elizabeth wouldn’t allow such a mediocre finish for him upon his two month homecoming. If Barbossa had no patience for her to work him with her mouth, then she would work him with the musculature that held him now.

“Belay, Captain, belay,” she spoke lowly through a gentle smile, tracing up his spine with her fingertips, entwining her fingers in his long red hair. “Slowly,” she encouraged him with the easy motion of her own hips moving upwards against his. “Let me feel the shape of your spar, not just the crest of your wake.”

Barbossa slowed, but with a groan of protest. “Can’t last much more, Elizabeth,” he cautioned her over heaving breaths.

“I know,” she whispered, her hands moving out across his shoulders, palms flat against his hot skin, rubbing the tense muscle. “You don’t have to. I just want to savor your spoke down to the last inch as you bestow it within me,” her words caused him to growl again and she could feel him fighting the urge to ram into her, keeping his strokes long and slow and deep instead. “You feel so very good,” Elizabeth half moaned, letting her eyes close as she focused on the tight fit of her body around Barbossa’s, the large mushroom like head of his cock pestled and belabored along the snugness of her sheath, catching sharply at the neck of her opening before he slammed himself deep inside her once more. “So strong,” Elizabeth sighed, “You feel so beautiful inside me, so heavy and so thick, so unequalled by all other sensations,” she contracted the muscles of her channel as tightly as she could, her lover crying out with a gnarled grunt of intense pleasure, his body bucking against hers now as he fought for control of himself within the sweet vice she’d buried him within, able to pull himself free enough to thrust into her even deeper than before.

“The feel of meh body pales in comparison to yers,” Barbossa panted, still moving into her slowly, daring her to close around him again, and she did, squeezing as much as she could, all the muscles of her abdomen and thighs locked as she swallowed his swelling organ deeper into her body. Her lover slumped against her, unable to move, but squirming between her legs as she took it upon herself to move beneath him. “Can yeh feel it?” he gasped, regaining some of his composure and moving against her. “The allurement of yer passage? The miraculous splendor of a woman’s quim, covetous of man’s cockhead…” he drew himself back, pulled out of her nearly all the way, stronger than her strangling muscles, and thrust back in, hard and fast, the bed shaking with his awesome need. Still, Elizabeth gripped him, but in shorter spurts now, holding him tight within her for a few seconds at a time, the sensations only making him growl more and thrust harder and faster.

“Gods, girl!” Barbossa ground out, burying himself still deeper, with more and more urgency. “Yeh make a man want to wolf yeh down when he fucks yeh!” And then his body froze, he didn’t even breathe, every muscle stiff as a board above her, but his blustering cock wallowing and surging within her, expanding and pounding with each blast of hot semen that well washed Elizabeth’s deepest of points.

For a few seconds he didn’t move, his chest heaving against hers, both their bodies shining with perspiration, but Elizabeth didn’t mind, her arms around him, her lips kissing his neck softly as he exhaled sharply against her shoulder. She felt her body relaxing beneath his, loosening enough that his now limp cock slipped from her sheath, falling wet and warm between her thighs, long and flaccid. Soon after, Barbossa rolled to his back with a tired and satisfied groan, running his fingers through his hair and laying beside her with his eyes closed, breathing nearly back to normal again and every muscle tranquil. He sighed, tucking his hand behind his head and crossing one foot over the other, settling back into the bed with an almost smug, closed mouth smile.

Elizabeth sat up to look down at him and silently shake her head, smiling also. It was good to see him so reposed and satiated, especially when it was she who had set him adrift upon such flat waters. Barbossa was a man who definitely enjoyed his women, and who definitely loved her. “Require you wine?”

“Nay,” he replied with a slight shake of his head. “Just a moment or two to rest, and then I’ve news to tell yeh.” His grin grew more smug and he opened his eyes halfway to peer at her with a smirk. “That is, if’n yeh’ll let me tell yeh this time, Miss. Tried to before, but yeh were bully to sit naked in meh lap and press yer lovely breast into meh hand.”

Elizabeth laughed, she had been rather eager to have him as a lover again the moment he’d set foot on her exile island. She leaned over him, her hand skimming through his chest hair and her voice husky in his ear. “Would you love me if I weren’t what I am?” She placed a kiss on his lips, not expecting that he would return her favor, but surprised when he sat up and pulled her close, cupping her chin and kissing the breath out of her.

Barbossa pulled away and sighed heavily, stroking her hair and seeming suddenly reluctant, but locked eyes with her. “Would yeh love me, if I were a king?”


Thank you for reading! One more chapter to go! Hope I haven't lost my erotic touch! Thanks again for your interest, and your comments are always so appreciated!