Piracy

15. Giving In To Him

Harry recovered so quickly that, had I not witnessed firsthand the severity of his illness, I might have thought he was just pretending to be sick to get my pity. But I had felt his skin when he was burning with fever, I had held him while his body shook with chills. And I hoped it would never happen again.

I snuggled up close to him as he snored lightly. I'd been sleeping in his bed since he was ill and I can't say that I regret it one bit. As I laid beside him, I thought about the very bizarre circumstances that had brought me to him and I was quite convinced that it was fate. I believed that Harry needed me, even though he didn't say it. And I was beginning to need him more than I'd ever needed anything in my life.

He began to stir and then stretched his arms high out above his head. He blinked a few times and turned his head to look at me. "I believe that I've got plenty of strength now," he said with a lopsided smile.

His words sent a chill through my body. I was excited, yet quite nervous as well, for what I had promised him.

"Unfortunately, I need to call a meeting with my crew shortly." I smiled inwardly, thinking he sounded rather like a businessman than a pirate. "I haven't the faintest idea what they've been up to since I took ill several days ago." I felt a bit relieved, knowing I'd have a bit more time to prepare myself. "But that doesn't mean I can't give you anything right now."

He closed the space between us and at first gave me a soft and gentle kiss. And then he dove in for a not-so-gentle kiss, moving his mouth forcefully against mine. His hand found my back side and he pulled me tight against his hips, revealing that he was already growing with desire. I moaned lightly at the feel of him pushed so intimately against me. I began to knead at the bare skin of his back, attempting to press us even closer together.

His tongue worked in a way that made me absolutely breathless and I had to gasp for air every once in a while. But the agony of being pulled away even for a moment was too much to bear. I briefly wondered why I had this intense reaction with him, and if I kissed anyone else, would it be nearly as earth-shattering. Not that I wanted to try. For me, Harry was enough - his taste, his scent, his moans, his body. I felt that I could live here in this bed with him for the rest of my life and not need anything else.

Harry released my back side, much to my disappointment, because I rolled away from him slightly. I tried to press myself to him again, but he put his hand on my hip and stopped me. His fingers worked quickly, pulling up the hem of my nightshirt and wasting no time at all plunging his hand between my legs. I whimpered loudly, eager to feel that sensation, that pressure, that all-consuming peak of excitement that came with his touch. He began to rub slowly and carefully on that very sensitive spot while I writhed in pleasure. He buried his face in my neck and left sloppy kisses on my bare skin, heightening the pleasure tenfold.

"Oh, Harry," I panted.

Gradually, he stopped and pulled his hand away. I wanted to shout at him, telling him to put it back where it was, but he stroked my side a bit, telling, "Calm down. Breathe deeply." And then, "Bring your knees up a bit," and I complied. Then he spread my legs gently and told me to relax. I had no idea what he was planning that could be half as good as what I'd already experienced.

He went back to kissing me, lightly, carefully while he moved his hand between my legs again. Then he slipped one finger lower, lower and finally pushed it inside of me.

"Oh," I groaned and stiffened a bit.

"Relax," he said again.

I tried to release the tension, but it felt quite strange that he was inside of me. He slowly began to move his finger in and out, watching my face intently, placing a kiss to my lips or my nose or my cheek on occasion. As I got used to the feeling, I realized that a whole new source of pleasure was awakening in me. My eyes fluttered closed and I let my head fall back, enjoying him completely. Soon he slipped another finger inside and with both, he created a rhythm that was dizzying. His fingers were so long that he could reach places I didn't know existed.