Chapter 12 #3
The smell of his skin wasn’t tainted by sweat, or the sea, or the smell of heavy booze. She was breathing in all of his essence as a pure scent, and it made her eyelids flicker in heavy arousal. Woodsy. Musky. Fuck, he smells so nice.
The sound of his deep voice emitting tiny, barely noticeable groans tingled her aching senses. She’d never heard him sound so delicate before.
His beard tickled her skin as his lips pressed messy kisses against her neck, like he couldn’t stop tasting her. They slipped over her jaw, over her ear, making her shiver when he touched somewhere sensitive.
She wanted to wrap her arms around him, draw him closer. He was being so sweet with her, so gentle; nothing had ever felt like this. There was the passion always present between them, heat and fire, but she felt like this was something more.
Her eyelids drooped, and she squinted against a sensation building in her chest and swirling around her heart, which almost seemed to stop every time he was as deep as possible. There was this strange feeling of warmth spreading over her, leaving an ache she was afraid of.
Her throat was tight with a clogging emotion she didn’t understand – like it’d choke her if she let it. It would break her, destroy her if she continued to let it grow.
They were only having sex. They’d done this many times. So why did Rosetta feel like something was changing inside her? Every steady and perfect thrust from him was pushing her further and further towards emotions she’d never felt before.
“W-wait,” she gasped out, her brows furrowing deeply.
Alister shuddered against her.
She realised he’d stopped kissing her, had been so focused on what was happening between her thighs that he’d been laying his forehead against her like his head was swimming and weak.
“Fuck, Rosetta.” His hand squeezed hers tighter. “I’m being as gentle as I can.”
But it wasn’t her core that she needed to run from. It was the fact that she was drowning in tenderness. Why do I feel like this?
Her emotions pushed her, driving her closer and closer to the edge so swiftly, he grunted as she suddenly clenched around him.
“A-Alister!” she cried out.
Like a wave pushing her underwater backwards, her body arched. The tension that clamped her body forced her to silence, her legs shaking as they wrapped and squeezed around his waist. Rosetta pulled her arms up on the shrouds when wetness trickled from her core as she came.
His hips broke their rhythm when they twitched in response to her milking him. Such a loud, guttural groan broke from him she knew it would have been accompanied by an oath if he had the thought process to speak.
Sparks flashed behind her clenched eyelids, making her brows draw together even closer as she was swept up by pure, aching rapture.
Her body slumped against the netting when she’d finished wringing his cock, all her energy sapped from her. I-I feel so strange. Good, but undeniably strange.
Alister was still moving, his big cock still spreading and penetrating her over and over in such bliss, her mind felt exceptionally dizzy. Why?
Penetrating her deep. Penetrating her slowly.
Every time he prodded and glided over the ridge of her G-spot, her eyelids flickered, and her eyes rolled lightly. Rosetta felt like she was floating as the sensation of drowning seemed to intensify.
She no longer cared if she was saved.
Why...?
That question was all she could think about, and she no longer understood what she was even asking. All she knew was when he pulled his head back so he could stare at her, and she looked back into both his eyes, she was irreparably doomed.
His mouth came down to kiss her.
Rosetta was so desperate to breathe that she kissed him back hard, slipping her tongue into his mouth to taste him. She needed his breath, needed him to breathe for her.
Light-headedness began to eat at her. Her head fell back before she felt like she’d gotten enough. Dizzy. Hazy.
Her blood was rushing, tightening her body once more around him. It was too much; she felt tears prickling against her eyelashes.
She pushed her heels against his backside, trying to force him harder, faster, forgetting that she needed him to be kind to her body. She ached, she needed, and she was desperate as she came.
“I’m about to come.” His voice was so croaked and hoarse, under so much strain that it rung in her ears. Those four words made her abdomen flutter so heavily and strangely, she wondered if it felt odd around his cock.
A split second of clarity spiked through her mental freeze.
“N-not inside.”
Despite saying this, she clung to him, didn’t want him to pull away, didn’t want him to end this. Rosetta was afraid of what she was feeling, but it felt so good she wanted to live in this moment forever.
“I need you to move your legs,” he huffed out, just as she felt his hips break their rhythm to twitch.
A groan fell from him, and he placed his chin against her shoulder, his arm wrapping around her tighter.
He continued to thrust, slowly, gently, but she could feel it was becoming uncontrolled. Suddenly, he’d be too deep. Suddenly, a thrust would slam before softening. He’d give a few quick pumps before shaking his head and slowing down once more.
His hand squeezed her arse so hard, she knew he must be bruising it.
“Uhhh.” She felt him shaking and knew he needed to take her the way he normally did, to pound her and wreck them both until they were almost yelling.
But he didn’t, for her, and she could tell he was suffering for it. Instead, she was experiencing Alister losing his own mind, feeling his body spasm out of control rather than being too discombobulated by her own release.
Rosetta adored it, mewling contentedly every time something changed from his steady pace.
And then his thrusts halted and he tried to tug his hips back.
“Now!” he choked out.
Rosetta unlocked her ankles and let her legs fall so that they were bent beside his hips to cradle him.
He withdrew immediately, and she felt a burst of warm liquid splatter against her clit before he even got the chance to press against her.
He almost hadn’t pulled away in time. The underside of his pulsating, throbbing cock slipped between her folds as more ropes of his seed shot from him, landing on her belly and dress.
“Aah! Haa!” He pushed their bodies together to help stroke himself as he came, continuing to thrust over her swollen clit so it made her legs twitch every time.
His head was tilted back, as if he didn’t have the strength to bring it forward while his body shook and quaked against her. Being able to watch both his eyes grow half lidded as he stared dazedly at the sky was wonderful.
A final moan fell from each of them before they both placed their foreheads against each other’s shoulder.
The broken sounds of their heavy breaths were all that was shared between them as they held each other. Neither moved, neither spoke as they cuddled.
The more lax Rosetta became, the more she felt her legs slipping away, the strength in them lost. The heels of her boots found the netting, and she was able to support herself with his help.
That seemed to be his cue to move, because he pulled his head back to gaze at her, his eyes lingering over her face when she did the same.
He was still holding her, and his cock was still nestled against her, throbbing lightly.
What was I feeling? Why did the worst of it fade but leave little remnants behind to make her ache when she looked at his fully uncovered face?
Her eyes flicked between his. The sun and the moon. She didn’t think she would be able to think of them in any other way again.
“Why do you always get what you want?” she teased with a false whine. Anything to get her mind to stop fixating on the strange emotions pestering her. She punched the top of his chest with the hand he wasn’t still holding.
“I was gentle, wasn’t I?” He gave a chuckle, like he already knew the answer. “Told you so.”
He leaned in to give her a quick but deep kiss.
Then he straightened up on his arms so he could fall to the side and rest on his back against the shrouds. He tucked himself away and buttoned up his breeches while she pulled her skirt down.
“This dress was clean before!”
“Aye, I know.” He turned his head towards her, brushing the back of his hand against her stomach. “Now it’s got me all over it.”
She tried to look angry. She pouted her lips, but she couldn’t stop them from curling at the sides.
He didn’t seem to mind that he was no longer wearing his eye patch as he looked over the water. His breaths were still puffing out in short and shallow hits, and she watched his chest rise and fall.
“Do you do this often?” he asked quietly.
“Lie against the shrouds and look at the sky?”
“Aye.”
“Sometimes.” She tilted her head back to stare up at its vast expanse. “It’s peaceful when there is no one else on the deck.”
He rolled over and grabbed her hand, trying to yank her to her front as well.
“Then come, I’ve got something to show you.”
He made his way further up the shrouds and curiosity ate at her. She followed behind him as he climbed to the crow’s nest bucket at the very top of her new mainmast, all of which had finally been rebuilt.
He hopped inside and reached over, his hand extended to help her into it. Once she was standing, he turned her, so she was facing the bay as he stood behind her.
“Where the hell is it?” he grumbled with concentration. “Ah ha!” He lowered his head next to hers from behind and pointed at a spot on the water. The stars were reflecting against it, moving because of the sea.
“It’s a constellation my pa made up and it can only be seen on the water from high up.” He started moving his hand to draw it. “It’s like a boat sailing on the waves.”
It took her a long while to see it, but she eventually did. She drew what she thought was the shape of the boat and he laughed.
“You got it.”
He backed away so he could come up beside her, placing his forearms against the rim of the bucket to stare out at the endless starry horizon with her.
“My pa taught me everything I needed to know about how to be a sailor. He wasn’t the greatest father, but he had his moments.
” He looked up with an odd, lopsided smile.
“He was the one who taught me the stars, how to count my coin. I don’t know what I would have become if it wasn’t for him taking me away as a kid, but I doubt I would have been anything more than one of the petty street urchins behind us. ”
Rosetta turned away from the water to look at Alister grinning up at the stars next to her.
“I like being a pirate, lass. I’m bloody good at it.”
Those remnants of emotions stabbed at her like a knife as she observed him. Her brows drew together so tightly, the movement pulled on the skin of her entire forehead.
I’m such an idiot.