The Jackdaw

Chapter 7: I Blame the Rum

Edward shifted beneath you. Slowly you drifted out of your lazy slumber. It was his humming that tugged a smile from your lips. It wasn't a shanty you recognized if it was even one to begin with. A hand ghosted up along your spine, twirling circles along the bend of your shoulder before his tune came to an end.

You lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest and gazing into those cheerful, crystal blue eyes.

"Morning, love." He grinned, his head tilting slightly. "I may have had a bit too much to drink last night." He pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes clenching for a moment.

"A bit?" You rose a brow then pushed your lips off to one side. "You were talking in a different language."

"Ah." His gaze averted down towards the floor. "Welsh. My mum's side."

You could see a twinge of pain flicker across Edward's expression but he always managed to hide his emotions behind a grin. "You don't talk about them much."

He chuckled, eyes beginning to smolder down at you. "You don't talk much about your family either." 

"Not much to talk about," you retorted, your tone turning bitter just thinking about them. "They're vicious monsters. Your turn."

Edward must have seen the twinge of grief that pinched your expression. He wrapped his arms around you, shifting in bed until you curled tighter against him. "I suppose we've all got our demons, aye, love?"

"And what demon do you have?"

His tone took on a lilt of humor, "Greed. Gluttony." A gleam flitted across his eyes. "Lust." He rolled with your bodies until you were tenderly lying on your back.

"Kenway," you scorned but your laugh cut through any seriousness you were trying to convey. "We're in someone's house. And let's not forget I was bleeding a few days ago."

He got up onto his hands and knees, lowering his lips down until they kissed ever so softly. "I know how to make love to woman, lass. You let me do all the work. Relax and you won't regret it."

"Someone could walk in." You snatched up the thin sheet, pulling it up to your chin. A giggle nearly burst out of your chest when Edward began to move down between you and the sheet.

"And they'll have quite a show on their hands." He gave a haughty grin before ducking his head down out of sight. "Then again, love, they might not see much of anything."

"Edward," you tried to scold him again. But it was so damn hard when his large hands tugged hold of your hips, his hot breath seeping through the shirt over your navel.

He chuckled, teasingly stating, "Still only wearing that shirt I gave you, love."

"Considering you tossed my pants and jacket at Joey..."

His fingers were like fire, sneaking their way beneath the hem of your shirt. The fabric glided higher up along your stomach. A breath gasp left your lungs as Edward peppered kisses from your naval to your hips. He moaned and let his tongue sweep out to taste your skin.

"Edward," you breathed. You knew you should have stopped him but a wave of euphoria and delight clouded your mind. The further down his mouth moved, the harder it was to keep your eyes open.

The heat of his mouth finally reached your center, his tongue flicking across your swelling clit. "Tell me to stop, love, and I will."

"Edward, we should, shouldn't we?" The words left your mouth but your legs began to move around him, wanting to pull him closer.

"Should we?"  His hands, rough as sandpaper, molded the muscles of your thighs, widening them as his mouth dived down to suckle on your small, hardened bud.