Chapter 25 #2
“Please meet Mr and Mrs Paine,” the officiant said with his arms raised to the crowd, finalising his duty.
“Rosetta Silver,” Rosetta muttered when their lips parted.
“Paine,” Alister rebuffed, squinting his eyes at her.
“Silver.”
“Paine, lass!” She would be taking his last name!
She started to giggle quietly, throwing him off-guard. She was teasing him, and he almost threw his head back in laughter.
What did I just agree to?
“Come here, you annoying woman.” He scooped her up, hefting her into his arms so he could cradle her.
“Wait, Alister!” she yelled when he started walking her towards the navigation room door. “We’re supposed to participate in festivities.”
“Don’t give a shit,” he answered, managing to open the door with the hand under her legs by fumbling with the handle. “I’m going to fuck my wife.”
His own words made him grin, partially because of what he was now able to call her. She was permanently tied to him.
Well, unless...
“You’re not going to shoot me like your last husband, are you?” he asked with a chuckle, using the back of his boot to shut the door.
Right before it closed, and the area went silent, both Alister and Rosetta heard a gun fire. Neither one jumped at the sound, nor cared when they heard the fleet captain’s body hit the deck with a thud.
Her lips puckered into a brattish pout. “As long as you don’t do anything to warrant it.”
“So, a good spanking is on the table or nay?” He leaned his head forward to kiss her again as he moved them towards her sleeping quarters.
She laughed beneath his lips as he placed her on her feet at the foot of the bed.
Pulling at the ties on the back of her dress, he loosened it enough so he could push it down her body, letting it pool around her feet.
His kisses halted when he circled her waist and hips with his hands, shocked nothing was slung around them.
“No weapons?”
She kept that precious pistol of hers on her nearly twenty-four hours a day. He’d even seen her sleep with it like a teddy bear. To not find her wearing it came as a surprise.
“I didn’t want to wear them today.”
He didn’t understand why she averted her gaze, or why she grew slightly flustered, blushing as she looked to the floor.
“But I’m wearing mine.”
Was, at least. She’d just unbuckled his own weapons belt and let it fall to the floor with a clunk.
“One of us needed to,” she said, unbuttoning his breeches so she could untuck his shirt. “I chose for it to be you.”
As much as he should have been sensually roaming his eyes down her curving, wickedly naked body – besides her boots – he found himself focusing on her face as she spoke.
She may not have said it outright, but she just told him she trusted him to protect her if something had gone awry.
With a groan crinkling his nose, he grabbed her right in the creases where those glorious round cheeks of her arse met the tops of her thighs. He lifted her, forcing her to wrap her legs around his hips.
Kneeling on the bed, he ate at her lips, kissing her with feverish, heated draws she tried to escape like she was being burned. His mouth followed hers, unwilling to let her go as he reached back and removed each of her boots.
His eyes suddenly widened when he faced her, and she reached her hand up to stroke his cheek.
He halted for a moment. Shit, I almost forgot. Lucky I still have my pants on.
He reached into the coin purse tied to his open breeches and fumbled around inside it. When he took what he wanted from it, he grabbed her left hand and shoved a plain golden band onto her ring finger.
“What’s this?” She brought her hand forward to inspect it.
“If you ever take that off, Rosetta, I’ll throw you into the ocean as punishment.”
He’d fish her from it again, but he wanted the world to know she belonged to him without needing to shadow her.
She better not lose it. He’d found it in the chest they’d taken from Dustin’s trove.
She gave him a soft look, one filled with an emotion he was learning to understand within himself. She reached forward to grab the sides of his face and pulled him down for a searing kiss.
He laughed against her lips. I half expected her to throw it back at me! Instead, she pulled at his tunic, dragging it up his back.
He only broke the kiss to let her remove it completely, then he was right back at her. Need inside her. Alister was desperate for it.
She managed to turn her head to the side so she could breathe while he was distracted with pulling his cock from the gap in his unbuttoned breeches.
“Your boots and pants.”
Her breaths shuddered when he slipped the head of his cock up her folds and ground against the hard nub of her clit. He lowered his head to suck at the place on her neck that always had her arching for more.
“Nay,” he said in huffs. “Don’t think I can wait that long.”
“Be gentle with me.”
“Fuck, Rosie,” he groaned out, slipping his tongue against her skin before roughly kissing her. He let his shaft go so he could grind the length of it against her. “I don’t think I can do that either.”
Alister had eight months of celibacy and sexual frustration built up inside of him. She had still been healing, had asked him if he would be patient and wait until he married her, so she had time to properly recover.
Despite how much it pained him, he had told her he would.
It was why he had rushed to find someone. The moment he saw a ship on the horizon, he didn’t care who it was, what it was. He was adamant about ripping the captain from it and shoving him into the cell of his ship.
The longer it took him, the longer he had to go without her.
“Please.”
Without taking his lips from her neck, liking the way her breath hitched and how her skin warmed, he slid his hand down her body.
He flicked her nipple along the way with each of his fingers, not lingering but giving the overly sensitive, hardened bud a tease. As much as he wanted to pet Rosetta, if he didn’t get his cock in her soon, he was going to burst.
Slipping two fingers around her clit, he caressed her entrance and shoved both inside, all the way to his rings.
Her body tensed and her back arched as she gave a gasp, her little nails digging into his sides.
Shit, she’s tight. He’d thought she would be looser – all things considered.
He started moving his fingers back and forth. Crap. Alister had almost slammed himself into her core without preparing her first.
Need to calm down. She’d asked him to be gentle, but he felt like an uncontrollable cannonball grenade about to go off. His shaft was rock hard and throbbed unbearably.
He could even feel a coolness against the tip, where the air had cooled the bead of precum that already formed just from seeing her naked. If Alister didn’t calm down, he was going to hurt her in his carelessness.
When he felt she was accustomed to his two fingers, he dipped in a third, and she tensed around him once more.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, lifting her head to bury it against his shoulder. She gave him another groan when he spread them.
I don’t think I’ve ever prepared her like this. Once she took him, if he got between her legs before she started to tighten again, Alister could just thrust inside like the impatient, horny bastard he was.
The first time he’d taken her, things between them had been rushed. Same with the second. This was the first big break they’d had since she’d obtained the Laughing Siren.
When she started bucking against his hand, showing him she wasn’t far from her climax, Alister pulled his fingers from her wonderfully damp channel. He wouldn’t let her have what she wanted until he could feel it around his cock.
He pulled back on a straight arm and grabbed her thigh to drag her closer. He looked down to watch himself grab the base of his cock and tuck the head against her entrance. Just the light kiss of their bodies made him shudder.
He pushed in slowly, drawing out the moment. A groan dropped from his lips as his broad head popped inside and he felt the tight squeeze of her pussy, the intense heat.
His shaft pulsed again, the slowness like torture, and he pushed in a little more hastily. Once he was halfway, he drew his hips back to collect her wetness, then he speared forward.
“Oh!” Her head tilted back, her chest lifting as her back bowed when he was seated deep and stretching her completely around the girth of his cock.
Alister’s own head fell forward to look down at her folds spread around him. He could feel her core quivering in reaction, and it only intensified as he ground himself deeper.
This ain’t gonna last long. Already, his cock felt taut with tension, her body sublime around his. A huff of breath flew from his lungs in relief at the feel of her.
He pulled back to give her a measured thrust, placing both hands against the mattress to steady himself. When he gave another, a breathless groan shuddered from him as his eyes closed in bliss and started to roll back.
Feels as good as I remember. Her grip on him was perfect, and she was always so wet it felt like she was drenching him every time. Fuck, I love this pussy. He loved her, everything about her, everything about this.
His hips started to pick up speed, started to thrust harder, and his eyes finally rolled back all the way.
“Yes!” she gasped beneath him, her hands slipping around him so she could dig her nails into his back. “M-more.”
He figured they didn’t need to be as gentle as they originally thought they did. His breaths grew short when he hit harder, felt like he was reaching deeper. They clogged his chest, strangling him.
Alister was drowning just the way he liked it – in her. Her sounds as she started to release moan after moan. Her smells. The way her nails scored into his skin, like she wanted to add to the scars she’d permanently left on his back.
“Alister...” There it was, his name.
She always cried it when she felt good, when she was lost. She was calling to him, letting him know there was nothing on her mind but him.