roleplayguy2013
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Henry parted the shirt, exposing her chest ... and smiling. The skin she let her men see -- hands, arms, neck, face -- were well tanned by her days under the sun, but here, between neck and waist, she was fair skinned; firm, young breasts were adorned as he'd expected by pink nipples, the perfect accessory to her fiery head of hair.
Henry leaned down, taking a nipple gently in his lips, pressing his tongue against it. It hardened noticeably at his touch, making him smile as he peeked up to her eyes to see her reaction to the sensation. He slid a hand under her, to the small of her back, then up higher. Gently, as he shifted his weight to his knees, he raised her from the bed and used his free hand to begin removing her shirt.
He was looking her directly in her mesmerizing eyes as he whispered, "This will be a night that will change Port Ambrosia forever..."
As he leaned in to meet her lips with his, his mind was filled with ambitious thoughts of how he and this Pirate Queen were going to come to rule the archipelago as no one had in two hundred years ... of how, together, as lovers and cohorts, they would first bring peace and justice to his -- their -- islands ... and of how their good fortunes would grow to include fleets and armies that would compete with the Spanish, the French, even the British throughout the whole of the Ocean.
As he pressed their bared chests together, it would never have even occurred to him that Leah didn't feel the same as he did. He was overwhelmed with passion for this woman ... with passion for what she was ... with passion for what they could do together. It would never have occurred to him that this night might be nothing more than a way to tune herself up ... or that she might be using him to gain fortune and power for herself ... or that she might at any moment snatch up the knife that he's seen her hide and plant it in his back.
No ... this night was going to go exactly as he fantasized it. He was sure of it...
Henry leaned down, taking a nipple gently in his lips, pressing his tongue against it. It hardened noticeably at his touch, making him smile as he peeked up to her eyes to see her reaction to the sensation. He slid a hand under her, to the small of her back, then up higher. Gently, as he shifted his weight to his knees, he raised her from the bed and used his free hand to begin removing her shirt.
He was looking her directly in her mesmerizing eyes as he whispered, "This will be a night that will change Port Ambrosia forever..."
As he leaned in to meet her lips with his, his mind was filled with ambitious thoughts of how he and this Pirate Queen were going to come to rule the archipelago as no one had in two hundred years ... of how, together, as lovers and cohorts, they would first bring peace and justice to his -- their -- islands ... and of how their good fortunes would grow to include fleets and armies that would compete with the Spanish, the French, even the British throughout the whole of the Ocean.
As he pressed their bared chests together, it would never have even occurred to him that Leah didn't feel the same as he did. He was overwhelmed with passion for this woman ... with passion for what she was ... with passion for what they could do together. It would never have occurred to him that this night might be nothing more than a way to tune herself up ... or that she might be using him to gain fortune and power for herself ... or that she might at any moment snatch up the knife that he's seen her hide and plant it in his back.
No ... this night was going to go exactly as he fantasized it. He was sure of it...