Lady of the Sea

Ch 26

Warning: Smut

Marina's heart pounded in her ears. She wanted to push Jack away, to deny the connection between them, but something in his eyes held her captive. Her body betrayed her as her lips parted, and she leaned just a fraction closer.

Before she could retract, his lips had reached hers, rough and demanding, pulling her into a kiss that felt as inevitable as the storm brewing between them. The world around them seemed to disappear as they gave in to the tension that had been simmering for so long.

Marina's fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, while Jack wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her body against his. His hands roamed over her back, tracing her spine down to her thighs, as if he were trying to memorize every curve of her body.

Marina's hands drifted down Jack's chest, exploring the contours of his body as she lifted his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. His body radiated heat, and she traced her fingers along his lower back, pressing her nails gently into his flesh, pulling his pelvis closer to her. A low groan escaped Jack's lips, sending shivers through her as she felt him respond, growing harder against her.

With a sudden shift, Jack pressed Marina against the wall of the ship, his intensity palpable. He grasped her right thigh, lifting it and wrapping it around his hip, drawing her in closer. His hands slipped beneath her dress, grabbing her thigh roughly. 

It was Marina's turn to become impatient as she slid her hands back to his lower abs, to then lower his pants. As she managed to get them down, Jack had reached her panties, which he stretched aside. Marina wrapped her second leg around him, still resting her back on the wall. 

With his right hand holding onto her panties, Jack used his left hand to guide his dick inside Marina. As he slowly inserted himself, they both had to stop the passionate kiss to let out a moan. Jack started going in and out slowly, making sure Marina was not too sensitive. As she became wetter, the movement became easier, and Jack went faster. 

He then took her off the wall and set her down slowly, staying inside the whole time. He laid her down on the wooden planches and grabbed both her hands with one hand to put over her head. He then burried his head by hers and went back to moving back and forth, going faster and faster. Marina raised her legs higher, giving Jack as much access as she could. For each thrust Jack growled louder than the previous one. Marina could feel him reach deeper and deeper. Every hip movement stronger. Her breath got caught as she felt Jack reaching the furtherst point in her. As Jack gave his strongest thrust, he let out a loud growl. His movements slowed and eventually stopped. 

They stayed in this position for a while until both of them caught their breaths. The sound of their heartbeat could be heard. Their chests were rising fast. Sweat was dripping on his forehead.

As Jack's dick softened and fell out of Marina's vagina, she pulled her dress down, avoiding eye contact with him. Jack pushed himself back up on his knees, facing Marina. But she still didn't look at him, and instead got up and walked away. 

Once Marina retreated to her room, the door clicking shut behind her felt like a barrier against the chaos that had just unfolded. She leaned against the door, her heart racing, a whirlwind of emotions surging through her. 

She pressed her palms against the cool wood, trying to steady herself. The memory of their heated exchange flooded back, how anger had twisted into passion in an instant. She could still feel the heat of his skin against hers, the way he had held her with both urgency and tenderness. The way he had touched her, explored her, had awakened something inside her that she didn't fully understand.

But now, as the adrenaline began to fade, doubt crept in. What had just happened? Was it a moment of weakness or something deeper? She could still hear his growl in her ears, the way he had moved against her, every thrust echoing the tension that had been building between them for far too long. Marina brushed her fingers against her lips still tasting him. 

Marina sank onto the edge of her bed, her hands trembling slightly. The thrill of their encounter mingled with a flicker of anxiety. She had let her guard down, crossed a line she hadn't meant to. But beneath that uncertainty lay an exhilarating sense of freedom—freedom from her worries, her past, and the expectations that weighed heavily on her.

The memory of Jack's eyes, dark with desire and intensity, sent a shiver down her spine. Despite the complications, a part of her craved that connection, the raw, unfiltered emotion they had shared. It felt real, visceral, and alive. As she lay back on the bed, her mind swirled with thoughts of him, the fire ignited by their confrontation sparking a new understanding within her. Marina closed her eyes, allowing herself to bask in the warmth of the moment, the pulse of the ship beneath her.