Chapter 12 #2
“Give it to me, Rosetta,” he snapped, rolling until he was above her on his hands and knees to reach it better. The netting shook around her, making her bounce.
The bottle of wine wedged between them fell and smashed against the deck, glass exploding everywhere below them.
She brought her arm down beside her so she could shove her hand back through the webbing of the shrouds, where it would be more difficult to reach. She giggled quietly the entire time.
They were almost chest to chest as he struggled to grab his eye patch from her. She grinned when she looked over his face; he was so close to her that she easily kissed his cheek right over his scar.
He never saw her coming.
He paused with his own arm through the netting of the rope and slowly reared his head back as she placed her free hand on the injured side of his face, lightly stroking his cheek.
“You look like you have the moon in your eye,” she told him, letting him know she didn’t actually find it hideous.
It did look like the moon, with the way the orb in the sky reflected into his eye as it loomed over them with its cool, white light.
She often thought he held the sun in the other when the sunlight hit it just right, and it almost seemed to glow.
She brushed her thumb over his eyelashes, giving him a warm smile. His eyelid flicked under her touch. She thought it might have been uncomfortable, so she brushed over his eyebrow instead.
“You don’t need the eye patch, Alister. You look just fine without it.”
With his brows furrowed in uncertainty, she watched both his eyes move over her face, seeming to dart over it as he took in her soft expression.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his cheek, right over the bottom of his scar again. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so teasing about something she knew he was insecure about. She just hadn’t expected him to react so suddenly.
When she pulled her head back, the hard press of his mouth had lightened, his brows smoothing.
Alister leaned forward this time and took her lips with his own, bringing his arm back through the shrouds to cup the side of her head. It was light, almost shy, and Rosetta kissed him back just as tenderly.
They had never kissed like this before, a gentle coax. Not even his tongue snaked forward, as if it was bashful and hiding. Instead, his lips brushed over hers lightly, the movement growing quicker and quicker, as if he wanted to get in as many as he could, rather than bury her under them.
It didn’t take long for him to tilt her head himself while he tilted his own to the side, that soft press becoming harder.
His tongue came in to lick against her own for a moment and she heard him take in a deep draw of air. His shuddering groan forced her to answer with her own. The kiss was passionate, heated, and filled with emotion rather than unbridled lust – at least, it was for her.
His hand seemed unsteady, and it shook slightly as he slipped it down the side of her neck just underneath her jaw, brushing his thumb over the column of her throat.
She brought her both hand back through the shrouds so she could hold onto them tightly. Her head swam as their lips started to move in rougher sweeps, hungry to taste each other.
Then his head tilted the other way, forcing her to move hers in the opposite direction, and when his tongue licked across hers again, this time she let out a little moan.
His hand moved away from her throat, and then he pressed his body closer against hers. His other arm pushed through the netting so he could hold onto it while also wrapping around her back. He grabbed the cheek of her arse, hefting her hips closer to his.
His mouth broke away when he let out a deep expire, just as she felt something hard, thick, and long slip over the mound at the apex of her thighs.
He buried his face against the side of her neck as he drew his lips across the tender spot over her pulse. She let out a quiet gasp when goosebumps washed over her skin in a wave. His breath was hot and sweet with whiskey and wine.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be inside you as much as I do right now, Rosetta,” he whispered against her.
Heat warmed her skin, flushing as her core grew slick at the mere idea. His tongue lashed against her in a deep, flat stroke, tasting her skin like he was desperate to.
“I-I can’t.” But gods, did she want him.
Rosetta couldn’t handle Alister pounding between her thighs right now. She wouldn’t be able to take the usual strength and unyielding passion he seemed to dole out to her like a savage.
“I’ll be gentle,” he cajoled while nipping at her skin, making her abdomen tense.
His heated breath wrapped around her throat, seeming to make her own temperature rise and spur her body on further.
“You don’t know how to be gentle!”
A breathy moan broke from her when he suckled on a tender spot at the base of her neck, bringing more goosebumps to the surface. It almost distracted her from the fact that he’d started lifting the side of her skirt to place his palm on the outside of her thigh.
“Aye, I do.” He broke away so he could kiss his way up to her jaw and over the side of it. “Let me show you.”
He took her mouth with his own once more, and she realised he’d never been this affectionate before. From the moment he’d started kissing her, he hadn’t stopped; little pecks rained over her.
Something was different this time. Alister was almost being... tender with her. There was affection in each kiss, no matter where he placed his lips.
He lifted her leg until it was bent, her knee pressing against his side. He pushed her arse forward while pressing his hips against her again, this time slipping his shaft, hidden away behind those breeches, right against her clit.
She felt herself undulating into him when the pressure was just right.
I want him. Despite her initial hesitancy, she was wet, and her sore and tender core ached for him to fill her.
He stayed with me. She returned his fiery kiss that seemed to make her mind go numb. Told me about himself. She slipped her tongue against his when she felt it twist past her lips. Showed me his face. She curled the leg he’d lifted around his side to pull him in.
Their day together in the market had filled her with joy and contentment. She’d felt swell after swell of emotions with him, sweet and pleasant ones. She wanted to share them.
Understanding she was accepting him, he finally moved his hand from her thigh and reached between their bodies. She heard the buttons of his breeches popping one by one.
Each time she heard the sound, desire flipped low, making something flutter deep inside her. Every delicate place throbbed.
“Please...” she begged in between kisses. Please be gentle with me.
Under her skirt, the broad head of his cock brushed against her clit. He used her folds to guide his way lower to tuck it against the pooling dip of her entrance.
His heated kisses continued, even when a mewl came from her as he started pushing in until she felt the head pop inside just past the rim. Her leg tightened around him when he slowly pushed his cock further inside, and she felt the burn of him stretching her.
“Haa, shit,” Alister gasped, nearly breathless. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Rosetta was so swollen and tender, and he felt so much unbelievably bigger than usual. She knew she must be snug around him, and she had to force her body to adjust to the strain and the pressure.
Her mouth drew open when he pulled his hips back to collect her wetness before pushing the rest of himself inside. She felt the tip kiss against her cervix as his hips pushed in deeply, almost lifting her.
He finally moved his hand from between them so he could hold onto the netted rope supporting them, but he grabbed it right where her hand was, interlinking their fingers.
She didn’t know if he did it on purpose, but she had to squeeze his hand back as her core quivered around him.
Rosetta didn’t know if the wild, deep throbbing she could feel was coming from him or her, but it made her legs weak. The one curled around him slipped repeatedly, and she had to keep moving it back up.
He placed his lips against the side of her neck as he murmured, “I’ve got you.” He squeezed the cheek of her backside to show her he wouldn’t let her fall.
She was able to lift her other leg up around him, tilting her hips forward for an easier perch, making it feel like he was impossibly deep. Rosetta’s back was pressed tightly against the shrouds, the ropes curving around her body, helping to hold her up.
She almost couldn’t believe they were doing this here, a metre off the ground, out in the open, on her ship.
Her head fell back when he partially withdrew before languidly pushing his cock back in. Her vision went hazy, and she thought the stars had split in two.
He’s everywhere.
Her channel was so sensitive, it felt like she was being stroked all along it.
Rosetta knew if he had gone any faster, it may have felt like a painful friction rather than the careful glide that made her clench onto him in bliss.
If he had hit the end of her hard, it would have felt like a deep, bruising slam rather than the light kiss that made her pull her legs in so he could press deeper.
His breaths sounded so loud, laboured, and shaken in her ear, she wondered if she felt as good around him as he did inside her. His pace was slow, finding a soft but deep rhythm, and Rosetta could feel it all.
Instead of being lost in the pleasure, she was losing herself to him.
To the way he felt. The shape of him. The way his hips ground against her folds to massage her needy little clit rather than tapping it.
The hard warmth she felt not only deep inside, but also blanketing her body.
Muscles squishing into her and forcing her soft form to mould around him.