Seacrets

by Adrianna Wingate

  she took a small sip. "That's not bad a ‘tall." She said aloud, and downed the rest in one walloping gulp.

  Still not feeling relaxed she returned to the cabinet and poured herself another full glass.

  "That should do it. Everybody always says brandy makes them feel relaxed, mayhap I need more, because I am not a regular partaker of the drink." She reasoned with herself.

  All at once she began to feel the heat rise to her cheeks and she felt unusually giddy.

  "I guess I'm relaxed, now." She laughed aloud, held her hand to her mouth and hiccupped. “Oh my, excuse yourself, Maura McCoveny!” She laughed even hardier, this time.

  The clock upon Daniels desk chimed eighteen bells. Maura had finished her chores some time ago and decided to curl up in Daniels oversized leather chair, slippers kicked off with her knees tucked up under her gown. Many more curls had fallen off the top of her head, by now, to frame her angelic face.

  Her downy lashes slowly swept upward as she heard the cabin door creek open. It was incredibly difficult to keep her eyes open for too long, as the amount of liquor she’d imbibed made her overly relaxed.

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  Daniel was unusually late returning to his cabin as he was detained by his old friend, yet a while longer. They had at last shoved off with their prisoners and Maura's letter to home, minutes before he retreated to his cabin.

  Earlier, Godsey had reported back to him his request to have Maura choose items had been taken care of and she had since returned to the cabin to begin her evening duties.

  Daniel was all of a sudden tense and excited, all at the same time. He could only imagine what she might look like in female attire. He already knew she was quite appealing, even in the boy's garb. His mind was racing. I must gain control of myself. She can not be allowed to get the better of me. He conceded he’d never felt feelings of excitement of this character. He suddenly did not trust himself. Damn women, he thought.

  When he opened the cabin door, all of his frustration faded and he thought he'd laid eyes on an angel. The room was filled with the soft light from every candle he had in his cabin. His breath was caught in his throat, as soon as he caught sight of her curled up in his leather chair. One leg was tucked under her gown and the other leg was sticking out bare, to just above the knee. His thoughts were reeling, at this point. Her bare leg was tempting him to come to her and caress its shapely form.

  He stepped a bit closer to take in more of her beauty, when he spied the brandy decantaur setting on his desk still open with a goodly amount gone from the glass decanter.

  He drew a slow grin to his face, shook his head, while running a hand through his shoulder length black mane. He walked to his desk and poured himself a full glass of the warm sweet liquor. Then he slowly and deliberately brought the glass to his lips.

  Daniel took in a full swallow, while sitting on the corner of his desk. He sat quietly for an undetermined length of time, taking in the full of her form in his chair. Daniel found himself actually feeling jealousy for an inanimate object, wishing she were curled up so cozy as that in his arms, instead of that old leather chair.

  All at once Maura felt as though she were being looked upon and with a start, lurched forward in the chair, nearly falling out onto the floor.

  Daniel's outstretched arm stopped her and settled her back into the chair.

  Maura felt dizzy and light headed. She tried in earnest to stand and greet her captain properly. "Why it's Captain Daniel, I meam, mean Cap'n Hargreton, or is it Hamingtom." she stated with a giggle.

  That had Daniel laughing aloud, himself. “God, you’re precious… and drunk.”

  "I'll be right up ta get ya dinner Cap'n and then ya bath. Just give me a minute ta get my thoughts together." Maura staggered from the chair to the stove and almost dropped the plates of warm food on the floor.

  Daniel quickly rose to his feet and caught her wrists, grabbing the plates from her.

  "Here, woman, be still!" He shouted, scaring Maura with his booming voice. "I'll set the places. You just sit still before ya kill ya self."

  Maura let out a great laugh. She had not had such a rouse of laughter, as this, in many a week.

  "What in God's name are ya laughin’ at, woman?" Daniel stated with much frustration.

  "Why you, Captain, that's who!" I am supposed ta be serving you, and you are now serving me." Maura gave another huge round of laughter.

  Daniel reached out and in one fell swoop picked Maura up out of her dining chair, into his arms, mid laughter and dropped her, clothes and all, into the tub of steaming water.

  Maura resurfaced, hair streaming down her face, gown soaking wet and completely awakened from her drunken state. She was certainly not laughing now.

  "What did you do that for? Oh my brand new gown, it's soaking wet! Oh you!" she was furious.

  Now he was laughing so hard he needed to hold onto his stomach, for it was actually in pain from laughing. He too, had not had such a laugh in quite a while. “Oh thank you Maura for this well needed laughter.”

  The laughter came and went as quickly as it began and he was left looking into her eyes, of which he noticed were even more beautiful, when fiery.

  Her emerald green eyes glared at him through the wet strands of hair, covering her face.

  Her breasts heaved, with each breath she took. The steam from the bath water rose off the swell of her breasts. Up over the bodice of her drenched gown, he could see a small hint of pink cresting above a tiny tuft of wet lace.

  Daniel, thoroughly overcome by her innocence and beauty, was unable to take his eyes from her. He imagined she was trying, in her very inexperienced way, to prepare herself for him. He surmised from her drunken state she must have become afraid and in an attempt to relax herself, she ingested too much brandy. He fought against the temptation to ravish her at this moment. He had never taken advantage of any female. All had been most willing participants, when he felt the urge to partake of the opposite sex. He felt certain she’d never been intimate with a man and he did not want to frighten her. He knew he would not be able to sail all the way to New England without tasting her. Of this he was certain. But it must be done delicately.

  Daniel moved closer and bent to one knee, beside the tub. He reached out to caress one side of her face and brush away the strands of wet hair from in front of her beautiful eyes. He ran a thumb across one smoldering cheek and felt the soft velvet of her lashes brush against his thumb as she cast them toward the water. He moved his hand down, wiping away the droplets of water from her chin and neck, stopping at her décolletage area, above her breasts.

  Then He removed his hand, completely, from that part of her body, never taking his eyes from hers. He reached down below the water line, into the tub, in search of one, smooth, shapely calf. He ran his hand along the fine line of it and when he was sure he was being given silent approval, he proceeded to advance up, under her gown, toward her soft, shapely outer thigh.

  There was not a sound, between them, only the swirling, ripples of the warm water.

  Before advancing any further, he took careful notice of Maura's facial expression.

  When he began to advance toward her thigh area, he noted her eyes to resemble a frightened doe. There was a dreamy, yet somewhat, frightened look to them. This told him she trusted him, but he should go even slower. To ease her tension, a bit, he smiled into her eyes.

  This look was very different than any other Maura had seen upon his face.

  She continued to stare straight into Daniel's eyes as if she knew he were trying to comfort her for what would happen next. Maura's mouth suddenly went dry and she instinctively parted her lips and ran her tongue across them, in anticipation of his kiss.

  Daniel leaned in close, and with both hands, cupped her face pulling her to him.The kiss was soft at first and then became more desirous as he pressed closer to her.

  Maura knew this kiss was much different than the first kiss they had shared on the morning he discovered her true
identity. This kiss had a definite purpose to it. It was a hungry, open mouthed kiss, animal-like, in nature. He was marking her as his and his alone… This was passion. She was thoroughly enjoying this new experience and did not want it to end.

  Continuing to hold her to his mouth by tugging gently at her full bottom lip, he dropped both hands down to her waist and stood her out of the water.

  Maura leaned into his rock hard chest and soaked his shirt with the warm wetness of her gown. Before she knew what was happening, he had every clasp of her gown undone in the back down to her waist and was lowering the bodice below her breast line. Her chemise was little protection from his eyes, as the gossamer fabric was now wet and transparent.

  He cupped one breast, through her chemise, never breaking their kiss.

  Maura felt intoxicated again, as with the brandy earlier.

  Daniel could feel she was unquestionably willing, but at the same time awkward and scared of what was to come from this warm and extended kiss. He could tell she'd never been with a man before for she had no clue what to do in response or even where to place her hands, during a heated embrace. But he vowed he would remedy that issue, before nights end.

  Daniel removed his hand from her breast and took hold of her wrist and wrapped one arm around his waist and she instinctively followed, in suit, with her other arm.

  He broke the kiss, but not the spell. Her lids opened half way as he stepped back. Keeping her stare and not speaking a word he reached for the tiny satin ribbons on her chemise and began untying them, one by one, until her breasts were beginning to become exposed.

  He leaned in again and roughly reclaimed her mouth, sucking in gently on her full succulent bottom lip. Maura drew in several short anxious breaths with this sensual display. Daniel then let go of her bottom lip and slipped his tongue inside her mouth and just as quickly, slipped it back out, as if to tease her. He reached inside her chemise and felt the warmth of her firm young breast in his hand and felt his knees buckle just a bit.

  Maura let out a soft whimpering sound, way in the back of her throat, while still trying to catch her breath from the excitement of this wonderful new experience she was being introduced to. She thought only for a fleeting second this could be wrong, and then completely dismissed her thoughts.

  With her inexperienced fingers fumbling she began to undo the ties on Daniel's shirt. To ease her frustration he helped her to finish and she undressed one shoulder, and then the other. Maura moved in closer to him and when her breasts finally touched his bare chest it was such an incredibly intense feeling. It was as though powder kegs were exploding, all at once, for both of them.

  Daniel let out a low, guttural groan in response and tore the chemise off her shoulders, so it rest in a raveled heap about her waist. She was completely bare to his gaze for the first time. He wanted to take in the whole of her and did not want this moment to be lost in his hast. Her eyes were a smoky dark emerald. A much different look than when she was happy or angry. This was the look of a lustful woman. He knew it…she felt it.

  Maura stood before him unabashed and unashamed. Daniel placed his fingers on the inner front seam of her gown, and ripped it from her, letting it fall away from her into the water. Maura was somewhat stunned and a bit frightened, but trusted Daniel, although she did not know why. When Kilern had tried to get to her she fought with all her being, but this man had her in the palm of his hand and she could do naught except bend to his will.

  Daniel stood back from her and unclothed himself. She looked away out of shyness.

  Before Maura could take another breath she was being lifted out of the tub, into Daniel's arms and taken over to his bunk, where he then ripped the woolen bed cover from the cot and gently placed her upon it as if she were a precious gem.

  The candle light enhanced her beauty all the more, he thought, as he slipped under the sheet and wool blanket and drew Maura close to him. Looking down on her face he kissed her forehead, then her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and finally made his way back to her full voluptuous lips.

  She felt totally ravished, at this point. Her hair was a tousseled mass of soft black curls that cascaded over shoulders, her lips were swollen from his passionate kisses and she was utterly out of breath as if she'd just run an extreme distance.

  Daniel leaned in again to take her mouth to his and was beginning to become more forceful with his passion. He forced her mouth open wider to take in the breadth of his tongue. Maura pulled back a bit and moaned her approval. Her passion for him was beginning to match his own. She cupped his face with her tiny hands and with a force to equal his, she kissed him back with a deep tenderness he'd never experienced before.

  Daniel was lost in this moment and it not only surprised him, but had shaken him to his core. His hands were all over her body, now. He had ventured to every curve and crevice, except for one.

  Daniel took in a deep breath, and slid to her side. He arched himself up on one elbow and looked down into her eyes with fierce determination. Instinctively and without hesitation Daniel began to speak to Maura in Gaelic, as though they had always done so. He whispered to her how truly beautiful a woman she is, “speirbhean is ea tusa, Maura” then he bent to place hot kisses on her breasts and then came back up to slowly run his tongue along her bottom lip.

  Breathless, Maura replied, in kind that he is the pulse of her heart “Mo chuisle, Daniel, A chuisle Mo Chroi.”

  Daniel stopped himself for a moment, and then in a soft ragged tone he whispered into Maura’s ear. “I know this is a new experience for ya, Maura, and I don't want ta go any further without ya permission, but I'm beggin' ya not ta deny me.

  Maura swallowed hard, and then spoke her words of consent."Captain, I'm not askin' ya ta stop" she spoke in a low throaty tone.

  Her acquiescence of his request drew a sexy half grin upon his face.

  "Now woman, don't ya think the formalities are a bit ridiculous considerin' that we're bein’ so intimate? Please love, call me by my given name."

  Maura touched his face and a sequence of emotions, Daniel had never felt before, washed over him as if this were the first woman he’d ever made love to.

  In a sexy, throaty tone Maura replied, "Oh Daniel, I do not wish for this night ta end. You’ve awakened in me all the passions I have only dreamed of. I’m wantin’ ya ta take me. I'm not afraid." Maura ran her delicate hand up to caress his muscular shoulder, then leaned in to lay her warm kiss upon it.

  Daniel felt a shiver go down his spine when her warm moist lips fell upon his skin. He pulled back from her for a brief moment and looked deep into her eyes. "Maura I must know for sure, for I've only guessed ‘til now ...Is this your first time with a man?”

  Maura did not speak but nodded her reply, never taking her eyes from his.

  "I want ta try and make this as easy on ya as possible, love." Almost sounding apologetic that he was about to open her up to the kind of satisfaction most women never get to experience throughout their lifetime.

  Daniel had been with many women in his twenty-eight summers, and through trial and error, learned the secrets to making a woman feel fulfilled sexually. This was a gift he so desperately wanted to bestow upon Maura.

  To relax her he kissed her again, while running his hand down toward her stomach and gently caressing her well rounded hip. Then went a little further to her thighs and nudged her legs apart, gently. She responded to his gentle prodding, while he continued to draw her into the experience with his tongue gently caressing the inside of her mouth and playfully convincing her to respond by briefly slipping her tongue into his mouth. Now they were both spellbound, looking deep into one another’s eyes. He pushed further down toward her most private area. She instinctively began to close her legs, but he gently massaged her inner thighs to allow him to be able to continue to advance.

  "Oh, my beautiful Maura. Let me in, love. Let me in." His throaty Irish burr nearly thrilled the very breath from her and she did as he requested. Maura opened her thighs to all
ow for him to slip his fingers into her soft mass of velvet curls and then further into her wet sheath.

  "Oh, love, ya are so tight." The more he talked to her in this tone, the wetter she became and the more she wanted him to push further on. He pulled his fingers out of her and leaned up on one elbow. Looking down on her. He could see she was out of breath.

  This sudden change between them startled Maura a bit. "Why? Why are ya stoppin'?" She asked him, pleading for his continued caresses.

  "Lass, in a few moments from now ya will no longer be lass, but a woman and I'm just wantin' ta make certain that ya are alright with that."

  "Aye, Daniel, I am. I don't know for sure what I'm feelin' but I know that I'm likin' it with you. She clasped her hand inside of his and brought it to her mouth, placing her soft kiss of approval reassuring him she was ready for this transition into womanhood. "I know ya are a good man, Daniel, and that ya will not hurt me, purposefully." Maura reached up and gently caressed his face. "Please, Daniel, I'm happy that you'll be my first."

  He bent his head to one breast and took the delicate pink nipple into his mouth and gently suckled it to him. Then he cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while sliding his tongue across it.

  Maura made a searing sound that told him he'd hit the right spot. He then returned to her slippery sheath and gently massaged her. Maura opened her legs to invite him in, but he was not quite ready, yet, for this to be over. He knew not where he was getting his self control from, but he was thoroughly enjoying this whole experience too much to quickly end it. With his arm about her waist he rolled her to the side of him. Her breasts where tucked tightly against him, and the feel of her skin on his was overwhelming, even to him.

  Maura lazily draped her naked thigh over his and slid herself up against him. He could feel the heat and moisture from her soft private area. This was driving him crazy for her.