Cutlass Anne

Cutlass Anne - Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-three

Something took over me as he teased and tormented my body. I let out a yell like I had never yelled before. I grabbed Flynn and rolled him over so that I was sitting comfortably on top. He had a look of surprise and shock on his face.

"What is this, Lady Anne?" He reached up and grasped my waist.

"I think it is safe to say that I am no longer a lady." I smiled momentarily before seeing the fresh wound on his shoulder. It was still healing and looked so painful.

"It's fine," he said, touching it for a moment.

"It looks as though it hurts. Does it?"

"A bit, but it's nothing I can't tolerate."

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

"For what, my darling?"

"That is my fault."

"No. Do not blame yourself. If you had stayed in South Carolina, things would be very different for a lot of people."

I leaned down and kissed him. Our bare, hot, sweaty chests pressed together. My skirt had ridden up, and I could feel the excitement rising beneath me. I squirmed a bit on top of him, feeling it throb beneath me. I kissed Flynn's neck, trailing my lips to his chest. He smelled amazing. It was a mixture of salt and something else. Perhaps just him. I inhaled deeply as I continued kissing and biting at his sea-hardened skin. He closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying himself.

Maybe I know what I'm doing, I thought happily.

I reached down for his trousers, but he grabbed my wrists lightly.

"Are you entirely sure you want to do this?" he asked.

"I think it is a bit late for that question," I said.

"Only if you are sure."

I reached between my legs and began to untie his trousers. My heart thumped and my fingers fumbled. I was nervous. I really was not entirely sure if what I was doing was right, but I was entirely sure I wanted to do it. Once they were untied I quickly parted the placket and pulled his breeches down, revealing the wondrous splendor they held. It was obvious by the state of his manhood that he was as ready as I was. His cock was hard and ready. My eyes widened a bit at the magnificent sight before me. My chest rose as I took a sharp breath in. His was the first I had ever seen.

Do they all look like his? Are they all such a splendid sight?

The ship rose suddenly, throwing us up into the air slightly and we landed on the bed with a thud. I did not even care. My heart was beating so hard. My stomach felt as though there were butterflies aflutter in it.

"Do you know what to do?"

I could feel my cheeks begin to burn. I had no idea what to do with him. He smiled gently and lifted me off his lap, laying me back on the bed. He pushed my skirt up to my thighs, tracing his hands along the thick stockings I wore. He allowed his fingers to walk up past the tops of them to my bare skin. His hands were cool and felt so good against my increasingly warm skin. As he reached my most intimate of areas he kept going. I closed my eyes as he explored every inch of my body. Once he was finished with his hands, he maneuvered his body so he was between my thighs, poised above me.

"Are you ready?" He had such a kind and caring expression.

I nodded nervously. He eased himself onto and inside of me. It was an odd feeling. There was a slight pain as he pushed further in, but it gave way to such an intense pleasure that I just let a gasp escape my mouth.

He stopped what he was doing and watched me. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Flynn," I said breathlessly.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes," I pleaded with him.

"All right." He pulled himself out a little before thrusting a bit harder than the first time.

It was an entirely new sensation as he varied the speeds in which he would withdraw and enter. An amazing sensation began to take over my body. I could feel it in every inch of my being. It was the most intense, mind-shattering feeling. My body began to shudder under Flynn as he began to move faster and faster. A scream died to get out. It wanted to escape my lips in the worst possible way. I clawed at his back, moaning and groaning, as the sensation took over. I heard a gasp and moan from him as he quickly withdrew from me.

"What happened?" I panted.

"What is supposed to." He laughed.

"Are you all right?"

"Anne, I'm fine. I should be asking you that. How are you feeling?"

"That was the most intense and amazing thing I have ever experienced."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He kissed my cheek.

He stood up and pulled his breeches back up, not even bothering to tie them. He dug through his trunk and pulled out a large, white shirt and handed it to me.

"It might be more comfortable than some of your things."

"Thank you." I smiled.

"Anne?"

"Yes?"

"Do you regret what we did?" He sat back down beside me and held my hand.

"Not at all. Why?" I examined his face, trying to find out if he was the one who regretted what we did.

"I just want to make sure you don't hate me for being your first before your wedding night."

"I don't hate you, Flynn. In fact I, um, well . . ." My voice trailed off.

He smiled, looking up at me. "I love you too."

He fell onto the bed next to me. Within a few minutes, he was snoring softly. Despite not doing much in ways of physical exertion, I was utterly exhausted. I curled up next to Flynn and tried falling asleep. The ship swayed back and forth as it sliced through the water had become something I was used to. The pale moonlight streamed in through the window illuminating our room. I was happy for the moment. Things were right and soon enough I would have Jane back.