Stowaway...

[Britwitch]

Niamh sighed into his mouth as his hand grazed her leg, rising steadily higher, the slightly coarse feel of his fingertips was banished by the delicacy with which they touched her. Ripples of delight following the trail of his hand, echoing throughout her body.

She found herself trying to catch her breath as his mouth broke from hers, drawing a soft whimper from her in the process, and moved to her neck. The contact of his lips against such sensitive, untouched flesh was exhilarating, making her back arch a little more beneath him and causing her fingers to grip his hair for a moment or two.

"Oh...oh Wesley..." She murmured, unable to do anything but simply experience and enjoy the wondrous sensations that were washing over her body in steadily increasing waves. The tickle of his breath, his lips, against her ear making her want to giggle but she did not, not wanting to spoil what was unquestionnably an incredible moment.

No married royal she had ever spoken to had ever experienced passion and touches like these, of that she was certain. Marriages were made by parents, by advisors. Most Kings and Queens were lucky if they even liked one another. Love rarely entered the equation. But was this...could this be love... Niamh shook the thought away, focusing on the delightful weight of hos body moving over hers.

For a moment she felt an instant of panic, the memory of Jason pressing down upon her returning to haunt her. She closed her eyes, her body tensing, she was certain Wesley would have felt it, how could he not given how close they were...

She met his eyes as he paused and smiled, almost shyly,
"Please...please go on...I...I was just remembering..." As her eyes melted into the warm, firey darkness of his, her words melted with them. Her eyes moving to his lips to the strong line of his jaw. She reached to trace them with a fingertip, stroking around his face and then running her thumb across the softness of his lips.

"It doesn't matter...nothing matters before this moment..." She murmured, more to herself than to him before returning the emerald glow of her eyes to his and smiling once more. "Please Wesley...please kiss me again..." She whispered, raising her lips to press them to his. In that instant, in her mind, she was no longer Princess and he was no longer Captain. They were simply Niamh and Wesley and she found she wanted this more than she had wanted anything in a long long time.

 

[poohlive]

Nothing matters before this moment. It was as if their lives, separate and mingled up until now just did not matter. The promises and mistakes were gone, they could live in the touch and feeling of this moment, living like kings, high off the emotion they gave each other.

And after? When he bound her in chains, when he hauled her off the ship for his own selfish goals, trading her for nothing more than retirement money?

He bit his lower lip, trying to forget about that. About all of that.

"Nothing before... and nothing after. Just now. Let us enjoy now."

And he did come down, upon her once more. He was slower this time, easing himself onto her, their stomaches touching, her round firm bosom coming up against his chest, her lips so soft upon his own. The kiss caught him up, swept him through the thoughts, sounds, feelings of before.

His hand had ridden high inside of her modest dress. Again he cursed the fabric for improsining her soft fertile flesh just out of his reach. Bars of cotton, walls of string held his prying fingers and tempting tongue at bay.

Fingers, which had run up her leg, now played at her inner thigh. They moved slowly, daring across her tender flesh. He felt the slip between them, the single curve of her inner thighs as they held together, and then moved apart to spread for her inner sex.

His fingers were slow, but curious, touching upon her sex,finding it hot, wet, desirable. The soft part only had one hard part, a tiny nub upon the top. His finger danced upon it, wondering what it was.

 

[Britwitch]

"Nothing before... and nothing after. Just now. Let us enjoy now."
Niamh felt another sigh leaving her lips as his mouth and hers melded together once more. The comforting, strong, warm pressure of his frame on top of hers. Her arms rising to curl around his neck, pressing her chest a little more firmly against his as her lips found their own rhythm upon his.

Her hips shifted slightly, his hand riding higher along her thigh and trying to skirt higher still although it's journey was impeded by the dress. She was as apparently impatient and eager as he for his hand to travel wherever it wished and her thighs parted as his fingers drifted between them.

She gasped quietly as the tips of his fingers found her sex beneath her clothing and under his body, she had felt the warmth and the moisture between her legs and knew it's source was Wesley's touch. His touch was as careful and subtle as it had been since their lips had first met and she could feel her sex and her insides almost aching for his touch to continue.

Suddenly she tensed, pulling herself up against him, her thighs shutting a little upon his hand. Something very intense had run riot through her young body as his fingers had stroked something incredibly sensitive. She was biting her lip, eyes wide and sparkling and curious as she pulled back to meet his gaze. He had been married and had been a father so she assumed he must know what it was he was doing but such feelings were beyond her understanding.

How could one touch have had such an effect, her nipples tingled and throbbed as they pressed into his chest through the dress' fabric, her sex growing more needy and warm. Every inch of her skin felt as if it was being simultaneously being kissed or tickled. It was amazing.
"What...what was that...?" She whispered, her voice shaky and breathless as the tremors from his touch continued to dance over her skin. An almost childlike smile curving her lips as she added, "...would you...can you do it again...?"

 

[poohlive]

"I do not know, but it seems... very special," He smiled, her reaction so wonderful. It was as if he had pushed into her, filling her up. She had this surprise and joy running through her face, flustered as she wanted more. Unable to handle it, but just relax and letting it happen.

He tried to move his fingers, but the bunched up cloth once more got in his way. He could see nothing except for the dress, now tangled at her hips, riding far enough for him to touch, nothing more.

"I would need more room," He spoke, easing the dress up higher. He had to shift her position, to get it out from under her, running it up, getting it off. She wore nothing undernear, there was nothing to wear aside from those naughty pieces that had been left. She had decided a modest dress to be enough.

He had seen her naked several times before, but this was different. The way she reacted now, knowing that he looked at her, wanting him to. Her touch inviting, her eyes shy, but curious.

He could see her sex now, glinting with the juice that still ran from her slit The hardened piece on top was almost a period, a little tip of something. He touched it again, his rough fingers grazing it. Another reaction, another reason for him to touch.

"Just hold on... and tell me if it is too much."

He began to wiggle against the tiny piece of hardness. He would touch it, flick it, rub it deep into her sex. It flicked back and forth, enduring all sorts of wonderful torture from his cautious curious fingers.

 

[Britwitch]

"I do not know, but it seems... very special...I would need more room,"
Niamh moved, helping him remove her dress. Blushing a little as she laid back, bared before him, nothing between them but air. Her small nipples were stiff and standing proudly on top of the firm globes of her chest, rising and falling steadily as she looked up at him through her long, delicately curling lashes. The smooth plain of her stomach running down to the lightly covered patch between her slightly parted thighs.

Niamh whimpered again, her fingers moving to curl into the bedsheets beneath her as his own finger moved to gently brush over that sensitive spot once more. A ripple, a mere fraction of what had just possessed her but still breathtaking, darted up her insides. Her tongue catching between her teeth as her back arched again, eyes fluttering closed.

"Just hold on... and tell me if it is too much."
Before Niamh could nod her agreement his finger began to tease and torment that small, tingling, powerful bud of flesh over and over again. Her hips jerking up from the bed, pressing her sex against his finger. The moans pouring from her lips were so wanton and lusty in their sounds she barely recognised them as coming from her mouth.

The nub of flesh felt like it might simply explode beneath his touch, each fantastic pulse sending shocks shooting mercilessly through her veins. Eyes wide and alive with desire and lust and curiosity, all edged with a slight amount of anticipation, certain this was just the beginning of her education at the Captain's hands during which she intended to be a willing and attentive pupil.

She was certain her cries and whimpers would carry beyond the thick door and onto the deck, causing another smile to flit across her lips. If the Duke had any doubts about the nature of her relationship with the Captain, they would surely be put to rest now.

"Oh...oh god...please Wesley...please it's too...too much...!" Her fingers flying from the covers to curl into his hair, pulling gently, almost desperately, her hips writhing and bucking, eyes pleading despite the obvious pleasure glistening within them. Thighs clamping against his hand in an attempt to stop the delicious distress he was subjecting her to.

 

[poohlive]

To make her buckle under his touch, having her body writhing under him. Hard and sweaty. She seemed to be unable to control it, control anything. Her hands were wild, clinging to anything she could find. Her eyes wide, shooting glances everywhere and nowhere, until they found him.

He had to stop, she looked in pain. In wonderful pain, that fleeting pain of desire that tore through a woman during the most incredible of orgasms. Had she experienced one? Maybe, either that or she was desperately close.

She had been a virgin, she knew nothing of an orgasm, of the fleeting wave of pleasure that could rush through a woman.

"It's ok..." He let go, his hands coming up to hold her, calm the shivering of her body. His lips locked on hers, giving her something to touch, something to do as the rest of her calmed down.

"It is ok now... I'm here, I'll always be here," He lowered his mouth down to her hard little nipples. This he knew, this could give her pleasure. His tongue forking out, playing along the hardened nipples, rising with her chest, so high and firm on her. They were perfect breasts, the dark circles of her nipples delicious, his tongue began its willing assault.

 

[Britwitch]

"It's ok..."
Niamh didn't realise how much she was trembling until his hands rose to hold her, pacify the form of panic that had risen sharply within her. Stealing her breath and causing her heart to race within her chest at a frightening speed. It was still thudding with a thunderous pace as she leant into his arms, kissing him with quivering lips, her hands resting upon his flesh, drawing strength and a sense of support from the solidity of him. He was strong and firm and in control, so unlike the way she had been moments before.

"It is ok now... I'm here, I'll always be here,"
The feel of his tongue and lips against the firm peaks of her nipples drew a long, lusty moan from her lips. The act was so intimate and almost affectionate, coupled with his words, Niamh felt any reserve she might have had about what they were doing fly from her mind. Her fingers returned to his hair, stroking, massaging his scalp as his mouth made love to her breasts.

The small, turgid mounds responding instantly to his ministrations. Every pass his tongue made over the peaks sent thrills racing between her legs, exciting the already aroused flesh and making her shiver. It was wonderful, simply wonderful. Niamh sighed and gasped, her heart gradually slowing but the pleasure he was bestowing on her did nothing but increase.

Her fingers ran down the back of his neck, slipping through the open neck of his shirt to skim along his shoulder. Savouring the heat of his flesh beneath her fingertips, filled with an urge to feel him as he was feeling her. To have the chance to explore his body, to investigate him almost...to run her fingers across the broad expanse of his chest, along the arms that had sheltered and protected her, and how were holding her lovingly as he pleasured her. To touch and stroke the smooth rounded globes of his behind that had captured her eye when he had risen from the bed, naked and glorious, that morning.

Her chest was rising and falling with increasing speed as his mouth caressed her breasts. Every kiss, every suckling motion merely served to increase her own desires. She brought her mouth down to his, kissing him softly, gently, showing her appreciation for his actions so far, before pulling back to meet his eyes.
"Please, may I...can I see you...as you see me now...?" Niamh asked tentatively, her fingers stroking at the exposed part of his chest, eyes flicking up to his. "I want to feel you...all of you..."

 

[poohlive]

"Of course... I would never deny you," A lasting kiss before he rose from the bed, from his comfortable place just by her side. A longing already tore through him, as he had to leave her. His hands were over the loose shirt, drawing it up over his back, tossing it to the ground where he dress lay, discarded.

His chest, sharp, hardened, large muscles looming, and the sign of more than a few battles in his lifetime. A tuft of hair rose upon his chest, not a lot, but enough to notice. Soft curly hairs.

His pants as well. He hesitated, almost a shy look on him. She had seem him before, he had no problem with her eyes on his body. Somehow, the look she gave now, wonder and amazement, decision and hunger, it made his fingers linger, and his face run red with blush.

The pants fell to the floor, like everything else. He stood before her, tall, naked, proud. Hard as well. His cock had been straining inside of his pants, and the freedom made him tense up in anticipation.

He moved to the bed, laying down by her side. He was on his back though, letting her see and touch as she wanted.

"You can explore all you want... it is your first time," He moved her eager fingers over his chest, a wonderful half moan coming from him, as his eyes closed, and he felt her begin to explore.

 

[Britwitch]

"Of course... I would never deny you,"
Niamh watched in utter silence, even the roar of the waves beyond the windows seemed to grow quiet as Wesley stood before her. Eyes wide and appreciative as he shed his clothes, revealing inch after inch of toned, tanned skin. She had seen him sans apparel before but this time it was because she had asked to see him and that made it entirely different.

She felt her eyes run down over his exposed form, lingering and yet wanting to look away as they reached the engorged flesh of his sex. It was...different from the one Jason had tried to ravage her with. It seemed a little thicker and larger from every angle. It also looked less angry, less threatening somehow.

"You can explore all you want... it is your first time,"
"Thank you...." Niamh murmured, running her fingertips lightly across his chest, sitting up slightly beside him and leaning closer. Her fingers following the contours of his muscles, the gentle arc of his collar bone, the slight indentation in the middle of his torso that ran down towards his groin. She stopped short of that, focusing her attentions on his upper body, of which there was more than enough to occupy her she thought with a slight smile. Fingers alternately dancing lighter than a breeze across his skin and feeling the muscles, the skin, the scar beneath them, gently caressing and massaging his skin.

Leaning a little closer, she kissed his shoulder. His skin warm, almost hot, beneath her lips, soft and smooth and yet unarguably strong and firm muscles lurking beneath the surface. Her mouth moved across him, her kissed light, flitting across his skin as her mouth moved along his shoulders and skirted around the bottom of his neck.

She leant closer, her breasts pressing against his arm as her mouth moved a little lower, down his chest and reaching his own nipples. She hesitated slightly, kissing each raised nub of flesh delicately before kissing them a little more definitely, parting her lips and allowing the tip of her tongue to touch each. She knew her actions were without experience or any true knowledge of how they might affect him but she did what she felt was right...somehow...

Her lips continued on their journey, kissing, touching, tasting the flesh beneath her. Her fingers absent mindedly stroking his hip as her head drew level with his waist. She glanced up towards his face, a slightly shy smile upon her face along with a hopeful twinkle in her eye that if nothing else, what she was doing was not unpleasant for him.

She turned away after holding his gaze for a moment or two, turning her head to his sex. Risen slightly before her eyes, she could feel the warmth radiating from it even from her position beside him. Tentatively she allowed her fingers to stroke and feel his thighs before rising and a single fingertip running lightly up the side of his hardened flesh.

 

[poohlive]

It felt like nothing the captain had ever experienced before. His first lover had been a whore more than twice his age. She took his money and made him a man just a day before he would go out to sea on his first voyage. He would have liked to stay virgin and chaste for his wedding bed, but men had needs, and whores knew this.

He loved his wife though. She was a saint. She forgave him for everything he had ever done. And yet, even she had never done this. She had been raised to think love was nothing more than for making children. There were times, when he climbed on top of her, rutting and grunting in the dead of night where he saw her eyes light up in excitement and her whole body contract, but those were few and rare. More often it was his initiation and her duty to oblige as wife.

The whore did it for money, nothing more or less. He got as little enjoyment out of it as from his own hand.

Yet this? He had never thought of his own body as this temple to be worshipped and discovered. Her lips though, did just that. They were here and there, they lingers exactly when they should have lingered, and moved on just when he could feel a gentle whine rising up from his voice.

He'd had a woman's mouth on him before, but never this gentle, never this careful. He never could have imagined such a soft force before, how powerful. He had always thought himself a strong man, resilient. How could such tender kisses make him tremble so, how could her simple touch upon his cock draw such a sharp breath, his toes curling, knees quaking with a heart pounding excitement he could not control.

Her face, he had to see her face. Her hair like touching autumn cascaded around her lovely face. He scooped it up, as he had done their first night together, pulling it around her ear, getting it out of the way. Those eyes pierced at him, looking for what? Honesty, feedback? He could only urge her on, knowing everything she did would be better than the last, knowing that on him, she could do no wrong.

"Yes..." The few words he did speak were encouraging. He spoke her name, it rang out from his barreled chest like church bells, echoing and reverberating in their own private service. The rest of his voice was quiet, utterless. He spoke the language of love and lust, often biting his lower lip, groaning, moaning, tearing at the sheets with his fingers, or letting his hands roam her own perfect body lying next to him.

"That..." He spoke, heightened, closing his eyes to tense upon her one finger over his cock, the light simple touch intoxifying, "That is very special. Like your tiny bud over your sex, but it is like that all over. It is sensitive, so be gentle, but it love attention... it craves attention."

He smiled, innocent and fun, knowing it would never be like this again, not for anyone else.

 

[Britwitch]

"Yes...That...That is very special. Like your tiny bud over your sex, but it is like that all over. It is sensitive, so be gentle, but it loves attention... it craves attention."
His smile sent fresh ripples of delight dancing down her body, from her shoulders, sweeping down her spine to culminate between her thighs. There was something almost pure about it, despite the knowing glint in his eyes and the tone of desire in his voice.

Her teeth catching on her lower lip in obvious excitement, that he was enjoying what she was doing so far and that he obviously wanted her to continue, Niamh turned her glance back to the swollen flesh before her eyes. Trailing her fingertip slowly and gently up it's length once more, pausing at the tip and then running back down the other side, smiling a little wider to watch it almost jerk in reaction. She did it again, and again, moving her finger slightly so that soon every inch of him had been touched at some point.

Leaning a little closer, she allowed her fingers to curl gently around him, concern flooding her mind that she might somehow hurt him and cause him to change his mind about what might be shared between them. Her fingers looked so small and delicate against the width of him, curling lovingly around the base before dragging upwards slowly, the pressure barely there at all, her fingers and palm grazing his flesh. She lowered her hand and then lifted it again, all the while moving nearer as her curiosity and passion increased steadily.

Soon enough her breath was tickling the warm, lightly pulsing column of flesh as her hand stroked up and down it over and over again. The tip of her tongue parting her lips subconsciously as her hand held him a little firmer, remaining at the same speed, stroking and caressing him again and again.

 

[poohlive]

His hands went through her hair. Soft and gentle, the waves of his fingers caressing her, running through those red curls that seemed to kiss at him as he touched. As she got closed to him, he found himself missing the view. He loved feeling her soft fingers around him, but seeing it, her wide eyed expressions and gentle curious nature was even more overwhelming.

Moving her hair out of the way, off of her face, running it over her back to let it fall like a gentl mist down on her young alabaster skin. Fingers continued to run through it, grabbing her hair at times, when his entire body tensed, whenever she touched something wonderful or guided her hand all the way up to the head of his cock.

His hips were uncontrollable. Since she had begun to move up and down on his cock, he had been grinding into her hand. Slowly at first, little circles of his groin, matching her rhythm, finding their good speed. Then he bucked into her, his cock wanting more, needing more attention.

Off and on it occured, whenever her wonderful teasing and playing was too much. He would groan, and his cock nearly jump from such excitement.

"It's ok..." He soothed her, seeing something of alarm in her face, "That is good, it feels very good."

One brush of her cheek with the back of his hand, urging her, helping her however she needed him.

 

[Britwitch]

Niamh heard herself sighing as Wesley's hand stroked and played with her hair, the feel of his fingers combing through it's tousled lengths, occassionally taking hold of it within his palm as if afraid she may otherwise escape him. Something that at that moment couldn't have been further from her mind.

Her eyes were drawn away from his stiffened shaft whenever his hips moved in response to her hands' ministrations. A slightly nervous, curious smile curving her lips whenever it happened, making her hand retrace it's path to see if she could make him do it again.

She was convinced that the bucking of his groin along with the stiffening of the muscles throughout his body, coupled with the soft groans that would rise into the air, could only be a sign of his further enjoyment of what she was doing. Just as her own body had moved and moaned in response to his touch upon her sex.

Her fingers curled a little tighter around him and he bucked stronger than before making her hesitate for a second, worried she might have hurt him.
"It's ok...That is good, it feels very good." Niamh looked up into his face, his hand stroking her cheek, strands of her hair falling into her eyes as they travelled up the length of his torso to meet his own.

"Then I shall continue..." She smiled softly, leaning closer and kissing his hip gently, her hand moving up and down the length of him with that same steady, soft pace, nuzzling the warmth of his flesh slightly with the tip of her nose as her eyes flicked back to his sex. "...Tell me...tell me if I do something that's...wrong..." She whispered huskily, before kissing his hip again and pulling her hand up the length of him, tightening her grip on the way up, until the slightly soft head of him was cradled in her palm, the pad of her thumb stroking it with a feathersoft touch.

 

[poohlive]

"Nothing you do is ever wrong..." He soothed her, his hand still running through her hair. He made no motion to stop himself this time. When she cradled his cock, he just began thrusting into her. The makeshift hole she had given him provided perfect resistance, touching all of the right places.

He would roll his hips into her hand, soft at first, then a few harsh strokes before he moaned in excitement and rolled his hips once more. The feeling of her face so close to his sex, dangerously cause gave him a wonderful view.

Every so often her hair fell, and he had to push it out of place once more. She touched it with her nose, her softness running along it. How thrilling, his cock jumped at that, wanting to push into her, wanting to feel her wrapped all the way around him.

 

[Britwitch]

"Nothing you do is ever wrong..."
Niamh pushed her head against his stroking hand, almost purring as the sensation sent ripples running down her spine. Smiling again as his hips rose off of the sheets, pressing himself into her hand, pushing through her fingers.

Constantly leaning closer until during one of his hips' flexes her nose bumped the side of him. The soft, smooth flesh running along him as his own actions pushed his shaft past the tip.

She giggled, the brief contact tingling and tickling her nose before glancing up towards his face and, feeling a sudden rush of bravery and a new sense of desire, she leant closer and gently kissed the tip of him.

Leaning a little closer still, shifting her body so that she was almost laid across his thigh, she began kissing him again and again. Moving her lips up and down his length, fluttering across his flesh distributing kisses as she had across his torso. The kisses innocent and almost chaste, in spite of the intimate area they were gracing.

Niamh closed her eyes, laying kisses upon the bottom of his stomach, his hips and then upon his sex once again, moving to lay between his spread legs, her hands idly stroking his sides and his thighs. Aware of little else than the warm, strong body beneath her own.

 

[poohlive]

How relaxed she must have felt, to be so carefree with him. Her eyes filled with a wonder he loved to stare into, her mouth hot, tingling against his cock. Every inch she touched with her mouth seemed to thrill him to no end.

She knew nothing of what she was doing, and. in a way, he didn't either. Everything he had learned, everything he'd discovered had just left him. He could feel himself with nothing more than her, knowledgeless in their discovery. Each new touch a stir of echoes inside their bodies.

He gasped aloud, biting his lower lip as she took him further. He had to close his eyes, no longer could he be involved in everything. Her hands ran up and down his thighs, hot, fiery and delicious. Her body on top of him, lying so comfortable, her mouth kissing up and down at tender flesh.

His hands did come down, holding her head now. They ran through her curls tightening to fists, running freely and then holding each time she touched something new and sensitive. Each sharp intake of breath seeped past his teeth.

It was never pain though, nothing more than pure pleasure. He held her head down there now, not wanting her to leave what she was doing anytime soon. Touch him, kiss him, take him into her mouth. Shy, young, curious, it all began to spill through him, sharp electric currents that he let run their course. Closing his eyes, he felt everything.

 

[Britwitch]

Niamh groaned softly as his fingers curled a little tighter into her hair, the pressure upon her head insistent but not forceful. It was as if he was trying to ask with his hand what his mouth could not convey, his breathing growing deeper and almost throaty.

She kissed him again and again, parting her lips slightly to allow the tip of her tongue to touch the head when she paused. Allowing the taste of him to fill her mouth for the first time. Tentatively the tip of her tongue caressed him again. And then again. Small, gentle movements, barely grazing his flesh.

The taste of him, undeniably masculine like the rest of him, it sent a different sensation dancing down her spine and caused goosebumps of excitement to rise on her arms and the back of her neck. Her sex, still sensitive from his fingers, began to feel different also. An ache developing inside, something akin to a new kind of hunger that she had never before felt.

Niamh leant closer, parting her lips a little more and pressing her soft tongue a little more definitely against the smooth head of his shaft. Her lips surrounding him as she took him between her lips ever so slightly and continued to stroke and fondle his sex with her tongue. These were instincts she could not explain but equally could not fight against.

She sighed, feeling the firmness of him entering a little deeper into her mouth. Looking up along his torso, lips stretched slightly around him and the head of him resting against her tongue, Niamh met Wesley's eyes.

 

[poohlive]

It had come to this, slow and easy up to the point of contact between them. He only sitffened during those final moments, afraid she might stop, afraid she might realize who she was and what she was doing. A princess, naked and lying in a man's bed, about to suck his cock.

She only paused for a moment of ample curiousity, and then continued. He felt his own relief as she moved down. His cock had been screaming, yearning, busting out of its own skin for this kind of contact. The heat of her mouth, the tight enclosed space around it, the head of his fat cock lying on her tongue, pushing back just enough to make him want to thrust deep inside.

He didn't, he wouldn't. Part of him wanted to, just take her by the hair and shove his cock deep inside. But he couldn't not do that to her. This was for her much more than for him. She explored his body, shared so much with him. She wished to have his cock in her mouth, to take it deep, lick at it, suck it, her stretched lips over it.

She would go at her own pace, and whatever it is it would be just right.

"That's it," His breathing rough, his words almost forced from him, "Oh, it likes that. You know just what to do. I love watching you like this."

And he did. He had. To see her, laying down over him, his simple fingers playing with him and exploring, her mouth trying him like a new meal, a dazzling new taste upon her tongue, eyes wide and ears listening. Even her hands still roamed freely, grabbing what they wanted, what they could.

His hips were moving again, not under his own power. They rolled his cock into her mouth, trying to press deeper, wanting more. Not enough, not a lot, just enough to feel a rocking motion back and forth, to have his cock go in and out of her.

It wanted more, needed more, and he promised it would, but not for now. For now he wanted her to explore. The longer she was still innocent, the better it would last.

 

[Britwitch]

"That's it...Oh, it likes that. You know just what to do. I love watching you like this."
A thrill of...something...shot down Niamh's spine at his hoarsely whispered words, making her tremble slightly as she lay between his legs, breasts pressing into the sheets beneath them both, her fingers moving to rest upon his thighs as his hips began to move. Rocking himself, in and out of her lips ever so slightly while she sucked and fondled him gently.

She began to move in time with his hips, making her mouth rise and fall softly around him. Her tongue sweeping across and around him. Her heart was starting to pound louder and louder in her ears, she knew this was wrong. Princesses simply did not behave like this but...she wasn't a Princess any more. Her country was no longer her own so of what was she monarch? She thought, she knew, she should stop, move her head, her body away.

But then Wesley's groans and sighs stoked the already flickering flames within her, making her sigh around him, feeling her mouth watering, easing his shaft's passage in and out of her lips. That unidentifiable hunger rising steadily within her, making her suck a little deeper, a little more wantonly. After a few more moments she lifted her head almost regretfully from upon him, propping herself up on her arms as she stayed where she lay. Eyes bright with excitement and nervousness as she watched his chest rising and falling sharply before her.

"I..." She began, her voice huskier and more breathy, almost as if she was afraid to speak, afraid to shatter whatever magic that had allowed a princess and a pirate to become so very close, so intimate. "I...I want..." She continued, unsure of what words might follow or what actions, not even completely certain of what it was she wanted as she pushed herself up, moving up alongside him until her face was level with his. Doubts, fears, desires all clammouring for attention in her mind...in her heart. "...I want you to kiss me...please, Wesley, kiss me..." She whispered leaning closer, trailing a finger around the side of his face and down his jaw before pressing her trembling lips to his and closing her eyes.

 

[poohlive]

How could he not comply to such a demanding plea? She pressed her lips to his, and he simply devoured her. The passion of her mouth on his sex had ridden all the way through him, charging him now, and he had no vent for it, no real relief.

Until her lips touched his, and then he released himself. He pulled her towards him, guiding her so she lay on the bed now. Over her once more, bare shoulders and glistening bodies.

One thigh moved between hers, riding dangerously high, pressing against her sex, forcing her legs to spread before him, impossible and yet desiring at the same time.

His hands seemed everywhere. They ran through her hair, soft silken curls that only fueled what was inside him right now. He held onto the back of her head, pushing her up to him, diving in deeper from that kiss, hot and romantic, deep and throbbing.

Then they moved down her body. They slipped down her arms, cupping soft breasts as they were mashed against his chest, caressing her thighs. They had a hunger of their own, to touch, penetrate, slink, slip, feel, caress, try, beg, need. His fingers had no logic, no reason, just touching and moving, making her body a playground for his curious fingers.

His cock lay fat and thick, throbbing with his own beating heart as it lay between their stomaches. It didn't feel crushed though, instead it loved to be trapped like that. It caused his body to move, reacting of its own accord, thrusting in tiny circles. His hips knowing what to do long before his brain ever did, grunting, groaning and unable to stop.

 

[Britwitch]

Niamh felt her breath literally being taken away as Wesley's mouth laid claim to her own. Her body enveloped in the safe strength of his arms, rolling her, moving her, guiding her. Always guiding her. She needed his guidance, desired it. Soon the smooth sheets were cool against her back while the warmth of his body moved over her.

His leg spreading hers, that action alone reawakening the tiny bud of sensitive flesh at the tip of her sex, making her muscles tense and her hips rise ever so slightly up towards him.

She was writhing and moaning beneath him within moments. His hands, large and strong, gliding over her skin caressing wherever it touched, combing through her hair, using it to keep her mouth against his. Her lips struggling to keep up with the passion of his kiss but she didn't fight it, she submitted to it, gave herself up to it. Letting it consume her as it appeared to be consuming him.

Niamh could feel the insistent heat of his sex laying between them, surrounded by their flesh, his hips continuing to press it intermittently against her skin. She tried to move her hands, to run through his hair, stroke down his back but his frame dwarfed hers, all she could do was rest them against his chest, sliding up to his shoulders, gripping the flesh there every now and then when his fingers glanced across another sensitive spot.

He seemed to be discovering more and more of them as the minutes passed. Her neck, her shoulders, the side of her stomach, her hip. Every new part tingling at his touch and making her body rise up instinctively to meet his.

Somehow she managed to break the kiss for a moment, meeting his eyes for a second or two. Wanting to speak but not knowing why or what to say. Smiling almost hazily before pressing her mouth back against his, her thighs parting a little more, hips rocking against his thigh as her arms curled around his neck, drawing him closer.

Revelling in the sensation of his body all but pinning hers down against the bed. In any other situation such pressure would have been terrifying, she would have felt in danger, at risk but here, now, she felt an odd kind of security to have his strength all but smothering her. She felt safer in those moments, alone and naked with Wesley than she had felt within her castle, guarded by armies and sentries. Which only made that nervous, excited tension within her throb a little more.

 

[poohlive]

Her whole body throbbed under him. Even her fingers, as they eased and tensed against his flesh had their own distinct touch, something no one else could duplicate. He moaned against her at that, whenever his mouth was free to do anything but moan.

It would not feel content just to let her hear his pleasure though. Instead, his mouth wished to show her. Apart from her own lips, sweet and succulent as they were, he knelt down to her neck. There, he grazed like a common animal, nibbling and sucking upon her tender flesh, finding that right spot where neck and shoulder met, his breath hot and soft on her skin, his tongue teasing.

He shifted once more, above her. This shift came soft, subtlely, moving his other leg. It slipped inside of her parted thighs. She eased her own leg to accomidate him, bent at the knee it slipped from the bacl of his calf up to his knee.

One ample hand which ran down the side of her leg grabbed it, and moved it up, bending it so the heel of her foot touched against his ass. It bent at such an angle, giving in, letting him. He felt the inside of her thigh now, hot, demanding, throbbing with fiery blood inside of her.

His cock had moved down as well. Now they were almost aligned. It throbbed just at her sex, the base of his cock pressing against her clit. He could even feel it, and when it touched, when their sexes met for the first time he saw in her eyes what it did to her, bad or good something jolted through her system.

He tried to catch it, catch whatever had run through her on her lips. There, he found some sweet release. Something of excitement and tension of the first time. That nervous anticipation, bad, good, running through with no pause to even think.

"We don't have to," He said, the words hard, forced, breathless against her cool skin, ""I can stop... right now."

His cock begged him not to. It throbbed, so close to her sex, demanding to push inside, wanting her wrapped around him, screaming and thrashing in ecstacy.

"It will be your first, it might hurt..."

 

[Britwitch]

Niamh heard herself sighing as Wesley's hand lifted her leg, easing it higher as he slid almost effortlessly between her thighs. She could feel the hot, pulsing need between her legs, her own and his, blending together. As his hard shaft pressed against the sensitive softness of her sex Niamh felt a pang of nerves, tensing the muscles in her stomach, in her thighs.

Her heart skipping a beat as his weight pressed down on her more definitely, excitement and trepidation both dancing throughout her flesh. The emerald of her eyes glowing with warmth as she looked up almost shyly in his face.

"We don't have to...I can stop... right now."
His words cut through her mind like a warm knife through butter, flooding her brain with a million worries and desires all fighting to outdo one another and claim her full attention. His concern for her, hoarsely spoken and obviously against his own desires touched her heart but the idea of what might follow made her heart tremble with worry.

If she gave herself to him, what would there be to stop him simply selling her flesh at the next port and pocketing the profit, or worse keeping her on board to entertain the crew.

She would be worthless to Caria as anything but a virgin, although to be returned to Caria was the nightmare she had been avoiding from the start, she would much rather give herself to a man like Wesley than have her innocence ripped from her by force. But could Wesley truly want her, want her as men had wanted women ever since the start of the world, for more than her body and for more than that moment.

Surely he must have realised the possible consequences of what they were contemplating doing. Her body and, if she was honest, more than a little of her heart wanted nothing more than to urge Wesley onwards, feel him take her, make her into a woman in the oldest of ways, feel him make her his.

Niamh's eyes searched his, looking for something, anything to reassure her that she wasn't about to make a horrible, horrible decision.
"It will be your first, it might hurt..."
Niamh leant up and pressed her lips to his, kissing him languidly and gently, her eyes closed and arms around his neck.
"I know you would not hurt me more than you must..." She whispered, pulling back to meet his gaze once more.

"...Wesley...Wesley, I am yours if you wish it..." She added softly with a gentle smile illuminating her eyes, before returning her mouth to his and kissing him, kissing him firmly and with all the desire she had been attempting to deny that she felt. Her hips tilting against him, aligning their bodies. All he would have to do would be to push into her and even though the idea was scaring her more than anything she had yet experienced, it was more thrilling and more captivating than anything she could ever have imagined.

 

[poohlive]

"You look so beautiful," He said, his words merely a whisper, hands coming down to grasp at the side of her face, the simplest of caresses. She could not have been anything else, and those words, quiet, cautious but daring at the same time. She gave him so much more than he could ever take, were that even possible.

His cock pressed against her slit. At first nothing happened, he could feel pressure between them. She moved, her legs parting wide, her hips grinding into him. The head of his cock throbbed as it felt the first of her slick pussy.

It pushed inside, parting those two lips like the opening of a bud. The flower coming out. Wet. grasping. He felt her cling onto him the moment he entered her, even just this tiny tip, their bodies crying out for the penetration to follow.

The head plopped inside, a wonderful enclosed feeling just as it sunk into her body. It felt big, huge, beating as his heart, wild inside of her. She felt alive all around him. Her pussy gripping him. There was a heated core somewhere deep inside of her. He could feel it. It let loose such warmth, such a tight wet warmth he had never experienced before.

The hard part came next. He already felt how tight she was, with only so little of him inside of her. He looked down, between their bodies, seeing how little of his cock had moved inside. Her pussy was spread wide open now, pulling tight, obscene how they moved to accomidate such girth.

"Just hold onto me," He whispered, kissing her, moving his hand down to flick against her clit. Give her some pleasure, some comfort from all of this.

His cock pushed forward. Inching inside of her. It was purposely slow, rocking into her, slow steady circles of his hips. It had to be, he had to go at this blindingly impossible pace for her sake. She needed to get used to him, to feel her insides being pushed, making way for his cock.

And then the block. Halfway in, a grueling minute before he even touched her maidenhood. He stopped, seeing her as she was now. Still a girl, still so young, so fresh, so innocent.

One kiss, one word half recognized on his lips as he moved forward. He just eased the rest of the way into her. One full thrust, his cock gliding into that sweet spot, her pussy taking him fully now.

It gave away, in an instant, the pressure there for only a second before it released. Then it guided him in further, wanting him deeper.

He just stayed deep inside of her, holding her, kissing her, trying his best not to move, to let her feel it, let her get ready.

 

[Britwitch]

"You look so beautiful,"
Niamh blushed, turning her head to kiss the palm of the hand stroking around her face. A sudden and sharp urge to cry welling up inside her. The words were simple but so profound and so earnestly spoken
"...As are you..." She murmured, vaguely aware of how ridiculous that might sound to him but in her eyes, he was. The line of his jaw, the depth and warmth of his eyes, the breadth and strength of his shoulders...everything about him was more masculine and strong and handsome than any fantasy she had ever had. The smile that flitted across his lips now and then seemed to stop everything around her.

She felt her breath catch in her throat as he began to shift forwards, slowly but surely driving inside her. Her fingers tightening in amongst his hair, holding herself closer, always closer. Then a loud and short gasp as the head of him suddenly slipped inside, her sex stretching to allow it, her teeth catching on her lip and only just stopping a whimper of discomfort from leaving them. Her muscles tensed although she tried to fight against it, feeling the slightest increase in her tension causing her sex to grip him even tighter, making his large shaft seem almost doubly so. Niamh took a deep breath trying to force herself to relax.

"Just hold onto me,"
Niamh kissed him back, nodding slightly as her arms moved to creep around his shoulders, allowing her to almost bury her head against his shoulder, sighing as his finger found that tiny, tingling bud between her thighs once again and began to strum over it. Bringing back that warm, rushing feeling, helping to take the edge of off his entrance.

She found her hips rocking with his, hoping to ease his passage, the velvet grip of her insides only ever seeming to increase as he drove deeper and deeper, every movement so very smooth and slow, so caring...loving almost.

Niamh felt her stomach jolt as his shaft hit a barrier within her. The evidence of her innocence, of her virginity holding him back. From this moment on she knew nothing would ever truly be the same. Her teeth fastened back upon her lower lip, knowing that what was to come would most likely draw forth another yelped whimper from her mouth.

Her soft, almost muted, cry hung in the air over the bed, falling down over their naked, entwined bodies like a sigh. Wesley was deep within her, her maidenhead broken and his shaft buried to the hilt. Her insides were gripping him, guiding him, trying to take him deeper. The sharp sting of her innocene being taken was almost immediately replaced by a strange, but by no means unpleasant, sensation. It was a sense of completeness.

Niamh lay still, trying not to move, not to tremble, to grow used to the feeling of him inside her, of her own insides feeling so full. She kissed him, hazily, a wave of warmth rushing over her. After what felt like a small eternity had passed since either of them had moved, the dull ache inside had all but faded, her wet sex embracing him, caressing him as she breathed.
"Are...are you alright...?" She whispered softly, her voice trembling and husky with the passed pain and with need, an undeniable need. Smiling softly, with her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling. "How does it...how do I feel...?" She added shyly.