Pirate Souls

II - Chapter 9 - Back together

I could not have dreamed of better reunion. I forget the hold, the theft of my vessel, Tortuga. All I see is her.

All the plans that I had devised fall through. I was crying out for revenge and now all I want is to able to contemplate her splendour. I want to touch her skin, kiss her lips, breathe in her wheaty smell. She is driving me mad.

As usual, she takes the lead. Without a word, she grasps my hand and leads me towards my cabin. I catch sight of Leng and Léon. Even they do not have the power to bring me back to reality. I move forward like a drug addict looking forward to his last pipeful of opium.

Florence leaves me on my own in the closet adjoining my bedroom. Two buckets of seawater have been left there as well as some clean clothes. She is like that. I have always known that she hated dirt.

The wash revives me and clears my head. I must demand an explanation for her behaviour and reparation for the harm she has caused me. Fired up, I come back into my cabin to hear her reasons.

As is her habit, she manages to disconcert me. Florence is waiting for me naked on the bunk, her clothes carefully folded on the chair behind my desk. She is lying on her side, her head nonchalantly laid on her forearm and she is looking at me with her magnificent clear blue eyes. I feel as they are piercing my flesh. She can tell exactly what I am thinking.

No lies. No illusions. Must I still hide my feelings for her? I have helped steal a French army vessel, sailed across the Caribbean Sea and travelled the island of Tortuga on foot to find her. I both love and hate her. Our love-making is the expression of these contradictory emotions. We bring both pleasure and pain to each other.

I am the first to be incapable of controlling my devouring passion. I throw myself on her and roll my fingers around her neck to force a kiss. Her panting breath encourages me to explore the curves of her anatomy. I could just fondle her breasts. No, it is not enough. I bite her and pinch her. I wedge her against the wall with the full weight of my body. She cannot move. She is mine.

Florence is not going to make it easy for me. Her response is to claw at my back and grab me by my hair. We face each other for a moment, her eyes deep in mine. Her hot breath rebounds on my face.

Exquisite.

My right thumb touches her full lips. They reply with a tender smile before she tries to bite me.

My mouth moves slowly towards hers. This time, our tongues stroke each other gently. Just as I was beginning to consider a calm embrace, Sirena pushes me away. I fall on my back on the cabin floor, my head narrowly missing the leg of my desk. A second later, she is on me, tearing off my shirt.

For a brief moment, I have a vision of Fisherman dead on his back in this cabin five years previously. The image fades from my mind, illuminated by Florence's beautiful face. I try to get up, but she is in control here. She blocks my wrists and holds them down on the floor.

"I promised you that I would continue," she murmurs in my ear before leaving a kiss on it.

Her tongue explores my chest. She kisses each scar on my belly, awakening sensations which have been dormant for a long time. She moves down. And even lower.

Ecstasy!

But it does not satisfy me. Much to her surprise, I straighten up and push her over on her side. I place my penis before her face and take hold of her thighs, opening them wide. Does she really think that I shall let her taste me without me doing the same? Does she not want to be my equal?

Our tongues run wild and match each other's prowess. My passion is growing with each second that goes by. It is hard to control myself. But I hold back. I want this passion to last for ever.