If she thought about it, which she would never allow herself to do, Emily wouldâve noticed the sense of calm, the sense of contentment she had whenever she was around Sid. Theyâd had an interesting start, to the point where Emilyâs desperation to be liked had overtaken her and when, for whatever unknown reason the other pirate had avoided her, sheâd only upped her efforts to get him to acknowledge her. Now here they were.
She wanted him, she wanted every part of him although she didnât know it yet. As her head moved up and down, she just wanted to please him, to allow him to know that she had him, just as he had her. There was nothing she wouldnât do to make him happy, even if her mind, she just wanted to make him feel good.
She relaxed slightly as he came, his cry of her name like music to her ears, her head staying in place, bobbing slowly, gently as he finished. As his eyes snapped open, their eyes locked and Emily didnât drop his case as she swallowed and pulled him from her mouth. She knelt there for a moment, unable to stop the quirk of her lips as she took in the look on his face. She went to speak until she noticed he was leaning down, her feet already moving so he could pull her up, their lips crashing together. There was a heat between them, their passion in that moment undeniable. She wrapped one arm around his neck, her body arching towards his, craving the contact of his bare skin. As his hands moved over her body, all she wanted was complete contact and her hands moved quickly to remove her bra, tossing it onto the floor before her hand moved back to the back of his neck, her lips moving from his to trail down to his jaw.Â
Reaching for one of his hands, she opened her eyes to glance up at him, her teeth playfully nipping his chin as she placed his hand between her legs, brushing it over her panties. âThis is what you do to me..â
Sid only reared back to tear his own shirt of. Underneath, on taunt bronzed skin hard with muscle, spots of purple bloomed liked roses. He was bruised from head to toe, there were a few yellow ones, older injuries from the warehouse. Most were the stark black purple of new wounds. The contrast was staggering, and pared with the crude, swollen shut eye, he looked like a monster.Â
Yet, below him, she arched like an angel, perfect and golden and everything he wanted. He wouldnât have traded this moment for anything in the world.
Sid stayed where he was, risen above her like a viper, harsh breaths causing his stomach and chest to heave and throw shadows across her pale skin. His hand drifted toward her core again, touching her softly through the thin fabric of her panties.
He growled softly, the inviting warmth was all for him and it drove Sid wide. With his free hand he palmed his cock, rock hard and still exposed through the gap in his jeans. The fingers he had on her sex stroked her softly through the materiel. âYou look fuckinâ perfect right now...â he said softly. His eyes, despite the hard edges of the rest of him, her soft and full of reverence for her. He pumped his cock once and groaned her name âI want to fuck you Emily. Let me fuck you....Let me make you cum sweetheart.â He then slipped his hand under the waistband of her panties and the skin to skin contact had him hissing her name and closing his eyes. He cursed, long and low as his fingers stroked over her clit. He did that once more before something in him snapped. He removed his hand and in one swift, startling motion, Sid ripped the thin materiel of her panties right of her body and tossed them in a ruined heap on the floor.Â
His eyes then grew dark, lust claiming them in a starling, sparkling blackness that made him look half posessed. He jerked his cock again for her to see.