The Pirate Lass

Author's Note: Chapter 7's here and I hope you enjoy it.


Chapter 7:


Remembering the night before as Ruby rested in another port while the men ran to get supplies, Oliver told Eriana, "Perhaps we should rest tonight rather than spend it in a tavern."

"Right," Eriana replied quickly as she remembered the same, knowing it would be better if they stayed aboard the ship tonight. Especially when the men were due back any minute and they would be setting sail once again.

Silently they made their way back to their separate cabins from the deck, deciding on truly resting themselves. It wasn't that they didn't want to be closer to one another. It was that they did.

But despite their efforts, not much rest was being granted as they couldn't stop thinking about the other. When they finally did dream it was of everything that they wanted to come to pass between each other again.

After an hour of his own erotic dreams, each image of Eriana, Oliver was fed up. Not to mention frustrated as no dream could compare to the true feeling of his quarter mistress touching him, grasping him, or surrounding him.

He needed her. More specifically right now, he needed her incredible body.

As his body's heat had grown more intense, he left his vest and shirt off as he made his way to Eriana's door, wanting to know if she was awake herself. He could only hope she wouldn't immediately notice his raging erection that his dreams of her had caused.

Or that if she did notice it so soon, that she would welcome it with an open mouth or parted legs.

From just outside of her door he could hear her pacing lightly. She had her boots off, as did he, but still he heard the boards creak slightly with each gentle step she took. With part of him hoping he was the reason why, he knocked lightly, not wanting to startle her.

Shaken from her daze, Eriana stopped and called, "Who's there?"

"Oliver."

As he had been the cause for her pacing, she breathed a sigh of relief and immediately opened the door to him.

"Trouble sleeping?" he asked with as much of a smile as he could give, his desperation getting the better of him. But at seeing her thankful surprise at the sight of him, he truly needed to feel himself sheathed deep within her warmth again. Her soft, hot mouth, her tight ass or her gripping, seemingly dripping cunt, it didn't matter as long as it was her he was filling and feeling.

Hearing his low tone and seeing the light beads of sweat slowly running down the center line of his sculpted, silken chest, Eriana's own desperation broke the surface.

Without a reply, she moved as close to him as she could and pressed herself hard into him as she stood on tip toe for her lips to reach his, her arms quickly lacing around his neck.

Oliver threaded his arms around her slim waist and lifted her so they could continue their kiss easier and soon he gently crushed her to him as his tongue began to take in each contour of her soft, hot mouth.

His firm bulge was pressing very definitely into her clothed core just as her clothed breasts were mashed to his chest and both moaned softly at the sensations.

Eriana tightened her grip once her arms were around his broad shoulders as he began walking slowly with her, their kiss continuing. He kicked the door closed as softly as possible walked with her to the bed while their tongues were now locked in a duel.

He broke their kiss a second later as she sat down on the side of the bed as her hands moved covetously over his chiseled torso. He knew where her nimble fingers were headed and he exhaled deeply in anticipation.

It was only seconds more until Oliver was kicking off his breeches and felt Eriana's slender hands curling around his hips. Only she didn't bring her mouth to his straining rod as he expected.

Instead, she kissed slowly upwards from his firm, toned stomach to the center divide of his chest before lowering again. Still she went no further south than his lower abdomen while her hands moved upwards and her fingertips circled his flat discs, soon brushing his own straining nubbins.

While Oliver sighed at the incredible sensations, his body was growing anxious with her teasing. But right then he felt the sudden urge to tease her just as enticingly.

He ran his left hand down the back of her head softly before pulling away slowly and bending down to reclaim her lips as he curled his right arm under her legs and laid her down to the bed.

When they parted long seconds later, Eriana could only watch as he moved and resituated himself beside her and ran a strong, covetous hand over her still corseted middle. A quick tug at the ribbon she had tied at the top and her corset was already trying to fall open.

Still, Oliver loosened it more to take it off of her, but not in a completely conventional way. He ran his left hand up under the thick, binding fabric and let the sides part more as his hand continued its journey north.

Eriana's torso canted towards his touch, her heart nearly racing and her mounds yearning for his gentle grasp more as he still continued upwards, now reaching the top of her corset.

"Get this off of me," she pleaded, her pulse now racing as her skin grew even warmer.

"I wouldn't need to if you didn't wear it," he replied with a sly grin as he brought his hand back down and pulled the ribbon from her corset completely to take the tight garment off of her like a vest.

"I wouldn't need to wear it if it were only us," she replied with her own sly grin.

"But if it were only us -" he stopped there knowing she had won. They needed a crew, if for no other reason than so they could be here instead of having to be at the wheel. But he had to admit, undressing her added to his arousal significantly.

It also added to hers, equally.

Painfully long seconds passed until Eriana was able to shrug her corset off and let it fall to the cabin floor.

Oliver only sighed appreciatively at her slightly heaving rounds and flat stomach, now able to fully appreciate the sight unlike the night of their drunken encounter or when they had been in the galley. Looking her over, he almost didn't know where to start. He wanted to touch all of her and taste her every inch all at once while wanting to take his time.

He was truly torn between his many options, but soon Eriana made it easier for him to decide as she raised a hand to the back of his head and sat up slightly to kiss him sensuously again.

When he broke their kiss, he brought his left hand slowly up her left side and lowered his lips down her throat and neck. He felt her left hand slide down his right side and come to a rest as he moved down her slim frame, his lips taking each inch of her pale skin at a time.

Eriana only sighed and a little moan escaped her throat as she felt her already erect right nipple soon being tweaked between his right index finger and thumb while his series of kisses continued downwards.

"Answer me this," she breathed through her gentle writhing.

"Now?" he asked through his continued kisses down her bare torso, deciding he could wait to taste her soft, tender swells until he was finally inside her again.

"How do you know this?" she asked her upper body leaned into his incredible mouth while his hands lowered again. The waistband of her breeches was soon in his hands and he was slowly bringing them down.

"What do you mean?" he asked, a warm shiver running through his lover as his hot breath hit her moistened, flat stomach as he tugged her pants off completely, his own seemingly growing tighter at the sight of nude body.

"I've never known of a pirate who knew his way so completely around a woman's body," she answered as her lower half was now as bare as her top.

At that Oliver returned his hands to her fevered and slightly dampened skin as he answered, "This is all because of you. I look at you and -" he ended his sentence there, unsure if he should tell her his true feelings.

"And what?"

"There's no part of you I don't want to touch or feel or grasp or taste."

"Then there's another thing we have in common," she stated as she felt her skin prickling from his fingertips running down her sides. Now seeing Oliver nearly just above her, she knew she couldn't wait any longer to give him what she had been given.

Eriana brought her slender hands up to her lover's broad shoulders and canted towards him, her mouth soon locking onto his again. Her tongue soon slipped past his parted lips and teeth and twined with his again.

Knowing he was too distracted with their kiss, it was easy for her to move closer to him and press his body to hers as she rolled them both over so she now hovered above him.

Soon she broke their kiss and looked his handsome features over, soon almost losing herself in the sight of his own beauty. She knew then there may never be another she would ever be as attracted to. Nor another she could ever want or need more.

Within moments her lips were at his smooth neck and her left hand was running down his sculpted chest, her lips not far behind.

Now Oliver was sighing blissfully and just on the verge of moaning as her lips lowered down his muscular frame quicker than his had with hers.

But this time she let her right hand curl around his aching erection just before she began stroking him slowly.

It was then his first true moan of the night produced itself. His eyes fluttered closed and his hips gave an involuntary pump into her tightening fist.

Easily feeling how hard he was, Eriana lowered her mouth to his swollen member, smiling slightly to herself as she heard him moan again at the first waft of hot breath to fall over it.

First she licked upwards from root to tip, letting her soft tongue take in each of his long, satiny inches before bringing her lips to his very reddened and yea-close to oozing crown. Slipping her lips over it, she gave a few short pumps to the head of his prick while her right hand stroked the rest of his length.

Another groan and slight twist of his hips followed as he had to fight not to push himself all the way into her hot, sucking cavity.

Sensing his need, Eriana let her tongue glide over his long, slender pole again, this time from tip to base while her lips lowered to where her hand now closed around the base of his cock.

Oliver groaned pleasurably again as his hips rocked towards her. So far she was as good as he had hoped since she had mentioned being good with her hands. He just couldn't have imagined her being so incredible with her mouth. Not outside of his dreams, at least.

As if hearing that thought, Eriana raised her left hand to fondle his seed heavy sac before taking his shaft slowly back into her.

A sharp, warm shiver shot through her a second later when she discovered his girth was absolutely perfect for her. Not just from the memories of the other nights, but she knew then that when she was done filleting him tonight, her jaw wouldn't be sore afterwards.

Oliver felt little more than molten excitement and desire coursing through each part of him as Eriana's tongue teased his glans once more before her left hand met his middle and she sped her suction and tempo at his pulsating tool. He watched as her head bobbed rhythmically up and down at his fevered groin, taking more of him into her mouth at each slow stroke, the sight only turning him on more.

But when Eriana could taste his precome emerging, she slipped her soft lips off his engorgement and lapped eagerly at each drop until his lower half thrust towards her again, signifying his climax's closeness.

He groaned again, this time out of disappointment, his edge having been so near. But truthfully he didn't want to come yet, not until he was truly inside her again.

With that in his clouded mind, Oliver sat up and kissed her briefly before moving atop her once again, soon lowering himself between her slightly parted slim legs and toned thighs.

Eriana moaned softly as she knew what would soon follow and her lower half soon began to open itself to him more in response.

Oliver smiled to himself briefly at knowing she wanted this from him. At hearing her increased breathing and little moans growing just a little louder, he placed a series of long, sensuous kisses upwards from her inner left knee to her inner left thigh.

She only writhed more beneath him as each soft kiss brought him closer to her moistened hot center. She struggled to stay quiet, not wanting the others to hear, but it was proving impossible as the most incredible lips she had ever felt were now so close to her glistening dark curls, his equally amazing tongue sure to follow.

As if summoned by the thought, his tongue was soon combing through her curls and tracing her nearly sopping pouted lips, exploring and tasting the whole of her cunt. He had never tasted nectar so intoxicating and he drank down each drop he could. When her hips rocked towards him again, he knew she was enjoying this as thoroughly as he was.

Still Eriana was fighting her moans, but it was growing more difficult as her clit was now achingly throbbing and as desperate for relief as his swollen, almost painfully throbbing cock was.

But despite his body's growing demands, Oliver knew he could hold on a little longer and was determined to as he brought his lips to needful, pebble hard swell. He was soon suckling at it just as she had done to his now glistening shaft.

Though Eriana was loving the fire he was igniting in her veins, she knew she wouldn't last much longer now as his tongue now met and began intently massaging her positively throbbing bud. "Oliver," she breathed.

He licked the whole of her juicing core once more before pulling back and asking, "Hmm?"

"I don't want to finish yet," she told him. "Not until you're inside me again," she added as she parted her legs a little more, inviting him into her.

Oliver wordlessly moved atop her once again, letting the tip of his steel hard tool glide along her hot, wet slit.

Both had to fight a groan at the sensations.

Eriana couldn't remember another time she had ever felt this need to be filled. But it was then she knew why. Oliver was the only one who had ever filled her so perfectly. Not to mention had known so completely what to do next.

Both wanting to tease his quarter mistress just a little more and wanting to make sure she was absolutely certain, Oliver brought his lips back to Eriana's and pushed just the cap of his rigid prick into her eager snatch.

Eriana only groaned slightly in mild frustration, wanting to take him all at once. A second passed until she realized what he was doing and as she was certain this was what she wanted and that she wanted it from no one else, she quickly raised her hips and impaled herself on his silken, solid rod almost as she had dreamt of doing.

Both moaned loudly into the others' mouth at the bliss rushing through them at the sensations. Oliver feeling his engorged cock bathed in her thick moisture immediately upon entry and Eriana feeling her walls already closing around him once he was nearly completely inside her.

It was then they had to abandon their kiss and Eriana brought her slender hands to his wide, squared shoulders and clung tightly, bracing herself for their soon-to-emerge fiery rhythm.

Oliver then saw his chance to taste her pale mounds and rosy tips and he wasted no time as his mouth descended onto her right. His tongue was immediately circling her hardened nipple, feeling it strain more against his hot, wet tongue with each motion it made.

Eriana only moaned against as her hips began rising and falling against his, seconding his every thrust and meeting him at each.

Their breaths were coming quicker and Oliver let his round treat slip from his mouth and switched to her left, repeating the same circular motions, flicking his tongue over her hardened bud, feeling her writhe more beneath him ever as he sped their pace.

The petite brunette's nails were digging slightly into her lover's shoulders now, but it only added to his own enjoyment, knowing he was the one pushing her so close and her moans being her cries for more.

Now being too far beyond comprehendible speech and their moans growing louder and lasting longer, Oliver released her left mound and drilled his sex farther into hers.

Eriana's eyes fluttered closed as her whole body was now canting towards his, being completely overtaken with all he was giving her, hoping she was giving him at least a fraction of all she felt.

The same thought was in Oliver's mind as he felt her tight muscles gripping him tighter each time he moved to pull out before she relaxed to let him thrust into her as hard as he could again and again.

The slapping of their wet flesh was sounding louder in the room with each meeting of their hips and the heat between them was growing impossibly hotter as their bodies truly began to near satisfaction.

Oliver could feel her muscles coiling seconds later and sped his pace, knowing it would only be a matter of thrusts more before their volcanic releases would be granted. He knew now this younger, incredible woman was truly made for him as they were a perfect fit together and knew just how to move with each other.

Both somehow knowing when to make it hard, when to make it soft, when to kiss and when to let it go, when to cling to their control and when to completely surrender and give in.

The time for giving in was finally here for Oliver as he pushed into her willing center again, this time his body tightening in his lover's grasp, just before he let out a muffled groan and convulsed all over as he bathed her insides with a rush of his hot cream.

Feeling him still moving within her, his pace only slowing slightly, Eriana knew she only needed a few pumps more from him. But what she almost didn't expect was what she got.

Knowing he couldn't keep his same pace now, Oliver brought his lips back to hers and lowered his right hand down between their closely pressed nude forms, quickly combed through her wet curls and intently rubbed her stiffened clit.

Just seconds into his massaging of her most sensitive point, even as he still thrust deep into her and she continued to meet him, Eriana gasped sharply as her mouth opened in a silent scream of her ecstasy just seconds before shuddering almost violently, just as he had while her hot juices bathed his spent sex in return.

Once their tremors had faded long, blissful moments later, Oliver moved off of his lover and laid weakly on the mattress beside her.

"And here I thought pirates only cared for themselves," Eriana said once she had managed to regain enough of her breath and strength, turning to her side to face the handsome captain.

"I was told the same of pirate lasses," he replied as he turned to her just before he moved as close beside her as he could and gathered his petite quarter mistress into his strong arms and cradled her to him.

"This feels good," she purred as she ran her right index finger between his sweat-dampened pectorals, still wanting to feel as much of him as she could.

"Well you said you like to be held by strong, caring arms," he commented with a smile.

Eriana nearly giggled as she melted into his embrace at those words and his smile, just before she leaned in to kiss him sensuously again, her right arm now resting against his smooth, sweat-dampened back.

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A/N: All right, that does it for this chapter and don't let this fool you, more actual action will take place in the following chapters.