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Mary needed this as well, especially after hearing him tell her that he loved her. She wanted nothing other than to have him inside of her.

She gave a little gasp when he pinned her to the wall, but her eyes blazed with excitement. Leaning down, she kissed his recently healed shoulder, her lips moving over the fresh scar that was there. One hand moved up to tangle in his damp hair as the other slid down his chest.

He put just enough room between them to be able to slip a hand between them, drawing up her bare leg and dipping between her thighs. The small distance between them wasn't ideal, but he was getting hard already and he needed her wet and ready for him.

Aching for the touch of her hand too, he pressed two fingers against her warmth, sliding past her folds and brushing against her open.

Her leg moved up over his hip, opening herself for him. A soft moan escaped her lips as soon as she felt his fingers against her. Jim always touched her with purpose. Ever since their first time he had been confident in his ability to make her feel good and all of his caresses were deliberate and sure.

Mary paused her hand momentarily while he explored her wetness, then continued to drag it down his abdomen. She gently grasped his cock, sliding it slowly through her fist.

He gasped softly at feeling her wet already, two fingers pushing into her as deep as he could manage. Slowly he worked her open for him, feeling her muscles stretch, his lips searching hers and kissing her a little sloppily.

His hips rolled towards the touch of her hand, shuddering as she started stroking him, his fingers picking up pace in response.

"Jim," she moaned as she felt his fingers sliding into her. Mary was practically always ready for him. Before being with him, she had never had sex that was as raw and as passionate as theirs was. Truly she loved her late husband, but Jim had showed her a completely different type of love. He knew the perfect way to make her body sing for him.

Her hand continued to work up and down his cock until she felt that he was fully hard. It stood on end when she released him.

He kept fingering her for a while longer, slowing down once he released his cock, then drawing his fingers out of her. Lifting his hand up to his lips, he licked at them briefly, more of a tease than anything, then put both of his hands on her hips so he could hoist her up against the wall.

"Mary," he urged, lips close to hers, his hips shifting to better fit between her legs. "Guide me in."

There was something very erotic about the way he licked his fingers and it only served to light her up even more. She felt herself being lifted and wrapped both of her legs around him. With him holding her, she was able to reach down and fit the head of his cock at her entrance.

Mary anticipated the feeling of him sliding into her. "Make love to me..." They may have been against a wall, but she could still feel his love for her. She had felt it for a long time, even if tonight was the first time he said the words.

It was all too easy to press forward when the head of his cock settled against her open, and when she spoke, he pushed past the rim and slid into her. His breath stuttered audibly with every inch he felt of her molding around him, gasping as he finally buried himself to the hilt.

"God, Mary," he groaned in-between kisses, lips latching onto her neck as he rolled his hips once, the motion slow and gentle but still intense. "You feel too good."

She arched her back and leaned her head against the wall, enjoying the feeling of every inch of him burying deep inside of her. He was bigger than the other men she had slept with, but she could still take all of him easily.

"Mmmm, you're so deep," she murmured. "Take me..."

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she guided his lips down her neck towards her breasts. Her nipples stood hard and waiting for his tongue.

He was easily guided down her front, lips trailing down to her collarbones, and lower until he was kissing along the top of her breast. His tongue darted out to lick only once across a hardened nipple, bending down as much as he could manage without pulling out of her.

One of his hands moved up, arm wrapping around her waist instead, and he shifted her just enough that he could keep thrusting easily into her without his mouth leaving her skin. His lips wrapped around her nipple more fully, gasping softly as he sucked hard, his cock sliding in and out of her with all too familiar ease.

His tongue and lips felt so good on her sensitive flesh. She met each thrust of his with the forward motion of her hips, but beyond that Jim was very much in control of this session. Mary certainly had no problem when he took control though.

Her breasts bounced with movement against the wall and she moaned again for him, louder this time. She spread her thighs open wider, as if she could take him in even more deeply.

Knowing her body as well as he did by now, it was no problem at all that he had control this time around. He knew just how to touch her, just the right angle to push into her, as if he'd mapped her completely and he knew all the paths of her body that would take him where he wanted to go.

His hand on her hip moved to curl underneath her leg instead, keeping her weight up still, and he thrust harder into her when she spread her legs wider for him. His teeth dragged across her nipple, moving onto the other breast next, tongue lapping at the hardened tip, then swirling around it.

It was like he knew what to do before she even had to ask. Mary cried out in pleasure as he increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts.

"My God, Jim..."

It was hard to believe that she'd been nearly dead a few hours ago. His coming after her was brave and stupid and so typical of everything Jim did. She had never been more thankful for his reckless nature. At the end of the day she loved him for it. Mary loved everything about him. Wild horses couldn't drag her away.

He practically shuddered when she cried out, feeling her muscles tense and clench around him, offering more friction and pleasure each time he thrust into her. Despite it, he found it so easy to push inside, her body not offering any resistance even as he picked up pace rapidly, pinning her harder against the wall with each thrust.

"Come," he breathed hotly, mouth trailing up her neck as one of his hands reached for her wrist and guided her own hand down what little space there was between them. "Touch yourself."

Her back arched, head leaned back against the wall. She let him move her hand and her fingers found her clit, rubbing fast circles over it. Before she had been with him, touching herself had been a rather shameful thing that she had only done a few times. Now she would easily do it, especially because he liked watching her.

Mary began a quick descent towards her peak thanks to her own fingers. She closed her eyes, concentrating on how good it felt as Jim banged her hard against the wall.

It aroused him immensely when she started touching herself. It was particularly intense when all he could do was watch, but it was no less enticing like this, and it only drove him to push harder into her, feeling her muscles tense in response to the strokes of her fingers and the thrusts of his own hips.

He knew already he wouldn't last long, and with his thrusts becoming quicker and more erratic, he soon cried out as he reached his orgasm, spilling into her and filling her up with every deep push of his cock, body unwilling to stop as he rode through his wave of pleasure.

Mary followed soon after, aided by his moans of pleasure and her fingers. Her legs stiffened, tightening around him as the orgasm flowed through her. She gripped his hair tightly between her fingers. The feeling of him continuing to thrust deeply as he came was incredible.

Relaxing against the wall as she came down, Mary tilted his chin up and gave him a breathless kiss.

His arms moved to curl tightly around her, and he stepped closer again until they were pressed together and her back was fully against the wall. The kiss was broken as he kept panting for breath, but quickly followed by another, his tongue lapping at her lips aimlessly.

He could almost feel her heart thrumming alongside his, and it was the most reassuring feeling. To be alive, to know that she was too. His arms tightened around her, pulling her into an even closer embrace, his face buried in the curve of her neck.

She could feel his heartbeat in her chest, his hot breath on her neck, could taste the sweetness of his lips. They had made it out of the storm alive and as far as Mary was concerned, they would continue to make it.

"I love you," she whispered against his mouth, then closed her eyes as he placed his head in the crook of her neck. "Do you think we might be able to take a bath?"

He knew it, of course, but that was one thing he stood to listen time and again. It felt so sweet when falling from her lips, no longer spreading a sense of discomfort or outright dread at the idea of having to talk about his own feelings.

It was freeing, come to think of it. He didn't feel trapped or pinned down so much as if he could breathe properly for the first time in months.

"Bones was... heating up some water," he mumbled against skin, arms holding her tightly, as he regained just enough strength to be able to carry her to bed. "I can ask someone to come prepare a bath for us."

Now that she felt free to say it, she never wanted to stop telling him. As free as it made him feel, Mary felt that it complicated some things for her. She still had no idea what she was going to tell her father when they landed in Nassau. All she knew was that she didn't want to leave Jim.

Mary wrapped her arms around him as he carried her over to the bed. "I'd like that. We're both still covered in sweat and saltwater." They had bathed together before and Mary enjoyed the intimacy of it. She wrapped a blanket from the bed around her while he went to see about the water.

Chances were Jim wouldn't worry about the complications of her staying with him until they got closer to Nassau. It wasn't that he didn't worry at all about it, just that he didn't really tend to think about problems until they became real and all too tangible to him.

For now, having her close, touching her, kissing her, that was all he could ask for and it was what he got. She was light in his arms and he carried her with ease, kissing her lips as he laid her down in bed, then put on a pair of pants and some crumpled shirt so he could step outside and fetch them some warm water.

It took quite a bit of it to fill up the bath he had in his room, so he had to carry the hot water by the bucket, finally opening the door and carrying them two by two into the cabin. Once they were all inside he closed the door, then took them over to the bath and started filling it up.

Mary was much more of a worrier than Jim was, so of course she was already dwelling on what would happen when she saw her family again. She tried not to focus on it all of the time though, because she knew that doing so would only make her crazy.

The bed was cozy and she did not want to get up at first, but after watching him dump a few of the buckets into the bath, she thought that she ought to help. She left the warmth of the blankets and joined him in filling the tub. A nice steam was already rising off of the water. When it was full, Mary got in, sighing gently at the feeling of the warm water enveloping her body. She glanced up at Jim, waiting for him to join her.

Jim was feeling a little tired himself so he welcomed the help, not so much as protesting as she started lifting the buckets and filling up the tub. It was done much more quickly this way, and once she stepped inside, he undressed again, tossing his clothes aside before he climbed in after her, lowering himself next to her and leaning in to kiss her softly once he was close enough.

"I was telling the truth earlier when I said that I wish to help more," Mary said, noting his appreciation for her help with filling the tub. "Though perhaps not a task that is too disgusting." Even if she was on board, she still considered herself a lady.

Mary settled back against his chest, enjoying the feeling of the warm water on her body. "Am I a pirate now? A pirate who is also a lady? Or am I still the captain's mistress?"

She didn't mind being that, but she felt as if she were more than that now. Choosing to stay with him meant that she was choosing this life.

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