“But I think I need to punish you a little for leaving me tied to the mast that long.” He grins against my ear, flicking out his tongue to tease the inner shell again. “A little longer and that fierce captain would have had me.”
I nod, trying to look serious, even though I’m melting in response to his kiss. “I suppose. You should just be grateful, though.”
“How grateful?” He reaches out a hand to languidly undo the buttons of my coat, pulling it aside and getting more heated as his hands move to my shirt buttons.
“Impertinent,” I say, flushing. “I’m your captain—”
“Out there,” he says, stripping my shirt away and shoving it aside, leaving me in only a chemise. “In here, we’re equals.” He rolls over and somehow manages to put me beneath him so he’s on top and in charge, as usual.
I pant, trying to get away, but he grabs my hands and pins them next to my head, then catches my lips with his. He kisses me fiercely while I turn my head this way and that and then finally go still with his lips on mine and pleasure still moving through me.
“You don’t really want me to let you go, do you?”
I shake my head fiercely, blushing. “No.”
“You want me to be a pirate in here, don’t you? Taking what I want.” He reaches for my undergarments, begins drawing them down. Dammit, I’m already aching.
I nod. “I know it’s weird. Out there—”
“Out there, you wanted to be the one in power,” he says, grinning. “It really was something to watch. I admit, as a warrior, I do prefer being the hero. But seeing you as the hero was nice.” He smiles, so beautiful I can’t think straight. “Nice to think you would come for me.”
“I would,” I say fiercely. I take a deep breath, running my hand through my hair. “And yeah, I guess sometimes I dream of being the princess, being rescued. But sometimes I also want to be the pirate captain in charge of my own life, able to take on anything that comes for me.”
He cocks his head, still smiling. “In that case, I’m happy to be your damsel.” He trails a hand down between my cleavage. “But what would you like now?”
I move his hand even lower to the cleft of my legs. “I think you know, wench.”
He laughs as he spreads my legs, lowering his head, his gorgeous hair splayed over my knees. “Aye-aye, Captain.”
7
Reve
I watch as Jen’s eyes shut fiercely while my tongue slides up her slit, which is already wet from just the close contact of taking off each other’s clothes.
She’s so sexy, so beautiful, with her red hair splayed across the purple satin sheets beneath her. Her legs are soft against my palms as I hold her thighs and place small kisses along her hip, teasing her.
I can’t say being the one rescued in this fantasy world is the most comforting thought. I like control. I like taking care of things, taking care of problems, even if they’re just imaginary ones like evil pirates.
But seeing Jen with the sea spray behind her, coat whipping in the wind, wanting to fight for me, I can’t help but take heart in thinking she cares for me. Probably much more than even she would admit.
I would do everything for my dream mate. Move heaven and earth for her. Rearrange the stars.
And even though I can be a bit stubborn at times, knowing there’s a place in Jen’s heart where she would brave perils for me, knowing she cares for me too, gives me hope for us.
Even if it’s still early in my mate pursuit.
I finally move back to Jen’s clit, and her soft, plaintive mewls turn into ragged moans as I torture her tiny nub to nearly coming.
She’s wet and writhing beneath me, legs tensing as I kiss her center, then pull back, then kiss her again and again. The only thing left on her is her chemise, which is hiked up around her chest, and between little licks of her sex, I pull the satiny fabric higher, giving me access to stroke my thumbs over her nipples.
“Ah, Reve.” Her sigh is like a whisper in the empty captain’s cabin, and only the light splashing of waves against the sides of the ship and the crisp scent of ocean are present to bother us as I go back to worshipping her clit.
Every time I touch her, arousal so strong it burns inside me like molten metal surges deep within my core. I’m as hard as a rock, tense from every breath, every twitch of her body, or grasp of her hands as they seek purchase on her surroundings.
“Close?” I ask, pausing only for a moment before I go back to her center. I like communication, like hearing the sound of her voice strained from arousal.
“So close. So—”
But my tongue on her is enough to throw her over the edge, and Jen tightens beneath me, body coiling before her hands explode out to her sides, clenching as she thrashes from the release.
I think she’s the most beautiful in these stolen moments of sticky skin and breathless ecstasy.
“So beautiful. So perfect.” So mine.
I want to say the words out loud. But I also know it’s been a hard day for Jen, know she’s taking things one at a time.
But it doesn’t change what I know deep inside.
The thing that one day I hope Jen sees too.
She relaxes against the bed, but seeing her come only makes me more ravenous for her. Hungrier to the point of being insatiable.
I pull her legs over my shoulders, trapping them there as I push her toward another release.
“Particularly excited tonight, aren’t you?” She purrs beneath me, legs tightening as I suck her lightly, increasing the intensity slightly second over second until her hips buck against me with arousal.
“Starving. And I aim to take my fill, Captain.” I say the last word as I look up at her, knowing full well who’s in charge in this moment.
Her brown eyes glance down at me, her face flushed, skin glowing.
“I wanted to say something piratey in response, but it’s hard to think with your head sitting between my legs.” She lets out a gasp as my warm breath goes over her sex.
“It’s going to be a lot harder in a moment,” I reply, and I gather her hands in mine and bring them to my hair. I know she loves to touch it, and she’s going to need to hold on for this next orgasm.
She hesitates for a second. But the instant my mouth closes over her center, small fingers tighten on my teal locks, and the tension in my scalp is only further evidence of the effect I have on Jen.
I kiss and suck, rolling the base of my tongue over her as I lap up her wetness, slick and delicious on my mouth.
“More. More.” She’s gasping, arching her back from arousal, but with nowhere to go, there’s only me and her and what I love doing to her.
I reach a hand to her center, sliding a finger along her wet entrance, teasing her there.
“Yes, you like this, don’t you? You like when I tease you here?”
Her eyes fly down to meet mine, body hanging on the precipice of release. But I want to draw this out, make her feel everything.
She nods desperately, and I slide in one finger, hooking up to tease the sensitive spot in her slick sheath.
“You’re so wet. So ready for me. I love that you can’t help your reaction to me.” I kiss her clit, then insert another finger, stroking slowly.
Jen moans, eyes shut but body completely alive as I tease her externally and internally, forcing her to the edge and back over and over.
And just as she’s about to come, I wait. I can feel her core tighten. Feel her one breath away from release, then pull back.
“This is… torture… Reve.” Her breasts bob from heavy breaths, body glistening.
“Good.”
She’s so strong, such an incredible person both as a woman and as a mother.
And I’m just so lucky to be with her.
She’s still close, still tight. Even her pussy clenches around my fingers as I kiss up her hips, worshipping her body even as our souls connect on a level far beyond anything physical.
But now I need to see her fall apart.
She curses, and I hold her steady as a long, arduously wonderful orgasm rips through my dream mate.
And I soak up every second of it.
The wooden bed creaks as she strains in release, her moans softening as all the pent-up arousal breaks over her like crashing waves. And when she finally relaxes against me, I slowly draw her legs off my shoulders and place a trail of kisses up her abdomen and over her breasts until, finally, I claim her lips with mine.
Without hesitation, she opens to let in my tongue, and I capture her muffled sounds as I plunder her completely.
All booty jokes aside, Jen’s booty is mine and no one else’s.
When I pull away, her brown eyes are glistening, sparkling likes stars, and I can sense the question on her lips before she even speaks.
“Reve?”
“Yes?”
“Can we go all the way? I mean here, in this place?” She bites her bottom lip lightly, and I lean down to nibble it, dragging my teeth ever so lightly over it before I go back to answering her question.
“Of course. Everything you want, it’s yours, Jen.” I sit back, and my cock strains against the tight-fitting breeches.
Jen seems to notice before even I do, gaze drawn down my shirtless body toward my hips.
She reaches a hand up to stroke over my length, and I can’t hold back a groan at how sensitive her touch is. “Then hoist the mainsail,” she says with a giggle.
I snort, unsure exactly what she means but at least knowing what a mainsail is.
“What are you saying?” I capture her hands in one of mine, pinning them above her, loving the way she writhes beneath me and her eyes light up with want as I take in the sight of her curvy body, feel her softness against my thighs.
“It’s a pirate joke. You know, raise the—”
Suddenly, the ship bobs heavily as a particularly high wave crests and makes the vessel roll back and forth. I hold Jen, who squeaks in surprise as the room moves back and forth a little, and by the time it’s settled again, she’s giggling in my arms.
“Sorry. I guess the simulated waves had a little too much variation.” With a thought, the sea calms until everything is smooth around us.
“For a second, I thought there was a storm or something coming on.”
“No storms in your dreams, Jen. Only good things, excitement, happiness…” I look between us where my hardness is pressed against her hips. “Arousal. Joy.”
“And hoisted mainsails?” Her mischievous grin nearly breaks me as she wiggles against me.
“Even that.”
I let her go, and I start to unbutton my breeches, stepping off the bed to kick them aside. Meanwhile, Jen pulls off her chemise, leaving it in a silken pile as I crawl over her, watching her eyes widen as she takes in all of me and I take in all of her.
The sight of her, naked and hungry and turned on, is the only thing I could ever dream about now that I’ve found her.
“I guess we don’t need protection here since it’s a dream. It’s been so long since I…” She trails off, distracted by my member as I sit above her, spreading her legs.
“Now it’s just you and me, Jen. Forever.”
“You and me,” she replies, voice husky.
I can’t help but feel the slight sting of the missing returned promise, but I know this is still a lot for her to take in.
I’m still learning things about her, and she’s learning about me.
And the better we know each other, the more I hope she realizes how perfect of a fit we are.
I position myself at her entrance, my body thrumming with excitement and arousal so tense it’s like a bowstring.
And when I start to slide into Jen, she utters an oath, head arching back.
I slow a little, wanting to give her time, when I feel her legs wrap around me and force me the rest of the way in.
Even with the preparation, it’s a tight fit, erotic and engulfing. Like I’m joined to her body and her heart.
“That’s even better than I imagined,” Jen says, adjusting her position a little beneath me as her breathing begins to pick up.
“So you imagined this, hm?” I prop myself above her, loving how small she feels next to me. So precious and warm and soft.
She flushes with embarrassment. “No. I mean… Well, maybe once or twice.”
I lean down to nip her ear, then kiss her lobe as I reach my other hand up to stroke through her fire-red hair. “Hot. I like knowing you think about me, Jen.”
“It was just a fantasy.”
“And I’m going to make every one of your fantasies a reality. Starting with this one.”
I pull out just enough that the tip of my cock strokes over her G-spot, then thrust back in. She gasps, and I continue to hold her in my arms.
“Every. Single. Fantasy.”
Then there’s no more space for words in the erotic motion of our bodies, in the intense heat that burns between us like a furnace.
I start slow, letting her acclimate to my girth as each motion makes her moan in ragged want. Every inch of her makes my chest tighten, makes my heart throb from arousal. And each time we meet, hip to hip, it almost knocks the wind out of me.
I could have never prepared for the effect Jen has on me. In every way.
She leans up to kiss my collar, kiss my chest, as I continue to move for both of us, faster now. The wet, slick sound of us meeting fills the cabin along with the creak of the wooden bed beneath and the soft groan of the ship on the water.
But there’s nothing of the world beyond just me and her now. And even as I push us toward release, my own need to have more of her can’t be quenched, and I grasp her hair lightly, tilting her head back as I kiss down her neck and suck hard on her shoulder.
“Reve. Reve.” Her whispers are as hurried as they are hungry, body responding to every touch even as the slick thrust of my hips into her starts to fall into the motion of the ship as it rocks gently side to side, only quickening our pace.
“Jen. My love.” My voice is tight in my throat even as I continue to kiss her shoulder, her neck, up to her cheek, back to her ears.
She’s most sensitive there.
The tighter our connection is, the stronger our bond is and the more I need to touch her.
She’s getting closer, legs tightening around me as she writhes with more intensity than ever. But I’m focused, pumping into her over and over, filling her until both of us are gasping from the relentless build of need.
I’m at the edge. She’s at the edge. I can’t even feel where I am or she is at this point.
So I lean down and claim her lips in a harsh, possessive, overpowering kiss just as I thrust into her one last time.
Jen lets out a muffled sound against me just as I feel her sex clench down on mine, dragging me past my physical limit with her.
And everything just explodes.
White heat like starlight slams through my insides, and I pull my lips off of Jen’s just in time to hear her scream my name into the empty cabin, the sound resonating off the walls like music.
Music I hope to hear every day for the rest of our lives.
But I can’t focus on any one thing as my cock throbs and jerks inside her, only furthering the pleasure inside us as it releases. And even though all my cells feel like they’re ripping apart and coming back together, I force my eyes open so I can gaze down at the love of my life.
To my surprise, she’s watching me too through a hooded gaze that opens and closes as little aftershocks of release jump through us.
I just hold her tightly, and our bodies stick together as I wrap my arms around her. Both of us are overwhelmed by what happened, and neither of us knows exactly where to go from here.
“So se
xy. So perfect, Jen,” I say.
She nestles into my chest, and it’s so hot I could take her all over again and still want more.
“I’m officially all out of nautical comebacks,” she murmurs cutely against my chest.
“Then just let me hold you until it’s time to get up, all right?”
I can feel her nod, and I slowly pull out of her and then draw her small body into mine as we lay atop the bed in the cabin of her pirate ship.
Regardless of what happens tomorrow, I have this moment with my Jen.
And that’s more than I ever dreamed.
8
Jen
The next morning, I wake up achy and confused not to be on some pirate galleon.
Even more confusing, there’s a warm, soft, muscled arm beneath me, and I stare at it, my gaze following up the line of it to the beautiful face with vivid teal eyes that are watching me pensively.
“I liked last night’s fantasy,” he says, smiling. “Particularly the end part.”
My face flames bright red. I really did get into being the pirate captain. After a day of feeling caught off guard and, frankly, humiliated to be caught in my secrets, it was nice to escape to another world.
But it’s even better to come back to this world and realize Reve is still here with me.
That he’s so accepting of my son. I’m still not sure I can make life work with everyone. I’m not sure Reve can step in with Joey since he’s already so untrusting.
But at least the two men who are most important to me know each other exists.
Truly, if it were anyone but Reve, a literal magical fairy insisting he has waited a thousand years for me, I could have turned him down.
I could have stayed single forever despite the struggles of single parenting sometimes.
But as beautiful and sweet and kind as Reve is, I’m just not sure he could ever fit in the human world.
And I know Joey and I wouldn’t fit in the dream realm.
Reve is still playing with my curls, watching me thoughtfully, as a knock sounds on the front door.
“Oh no,” I say before thinking about it, and Reve’s eyes tighten.
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