insurgents | OPEN POST.

"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.

Jim chuckled a little at her words, curling an arm around her as her back rested against his chest. "I know. And you can help, I don't mind that. I just mind it if you put yourself at risk without knowing what to do."

If she didn't know what she was dealing with, then chances were she'd only endanger herself and possibly others. That, of course, could only be fixed one way.

"Since that's what you want, then I can teach you. We all can. About the ship, and about sailing. Everything you need to know," he ran a hand along her hair slowly, kissing her temple. "You might have to start with changing your clothes, though. A dress isn't very practical."

"I've never worn pants," she replied. "I do still want to look like a lady, to be beautiful for you." He was right about the practicality of pants though. Perhaps she would only wear them if she knew she was going to have to do something physically demanding. "I'll do more of the laundry and mending and whatever else you think I can handle."

Mary leaned her head up and kissed his jaw. "I suppose we should be getting clean in this tub, but I must admit that lying here with you naked is making me want to do things that are decidedly unclean."

"You always are beautiful to me," Jim answered with no thought whatsoever. As far as he was concerned she shouldn't dress to please anyone, honestly, but if it was him she was trying to please, then she had nothing to worry about. "Besides, practicality aside... I think I should like to see you wearing trousers."

He tipped his head down just enough to kiss her lips, a smile stretching on his face. One of his hands slid down her side, fingers brushing across the skin of her hip and thigh teasingly. "Hmm, yes? And what would those things be?"

Her cheeks actually flushed a bit at his words and how quickly he said them. It felt so natural for him to say. "Why do you wish to see me in trousers?"

She trembled slightly at the touch of his fingers on her bare skin. "Well... your head between my legs, though I don't think that's practical in a tub. I think I would be just as happy with your hand." Her fingers followed his, creeping over her own skin and then sliding along his hand.

It felt natural for him too, and it was easy to say the words out loud when he knew they were thoughts he didn't need to keep in. Not that he'd ever made a secret of how he felt about her looks, but it was different to talk about how much she aroused him and how beautiful she was. There was a different depth of feeling to it now.

"I like your legs. I think... they would look nice in a fitting pair of pants," he hummed, kissing down her jaw and neck, lips curving as his hand slowed down when she settled her over it. "Maybe you should show me where want my hands, then."

"Do you?" Mary slid one of her legs slowly over his. Perhaps she would try it for him and see how she felt about it. Certainly it had be strange, but she agreed that overall pants were more practical.

She moved her hand over one of his and gently slid it over her thigh and between her legs. He wasn't even touching her properly yet and she could already feel the desire charging through her.

"I do," he hummed softly, lips ghosting her neck, planting slow and gentle kisses every so often on the skin. His hand was guided along her thigh, fingers spreading a little the closer he got to between her legs, a single digit brushing lightly past her folds. "But then I like every part of you."

Mary trembled under his teasing touch. Even after all of the sex they'd had, his fingers could still arouse her with just the barest touch. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back on his shoulder. "Yeah?" She asked, voice already breathless. "Do you have a favorite?"

"An unfair question," he kissed near her ear, nipping at the shell as his finger drew up along her slit, his other hand moving up to lightly cup one of her breasts. It would never cease to amaze him how quickly she got wet for him again, although he couldn't speak much when his own arousal was building even now, slow but steadily. "That would be like picking my favorite star in the sky."

She exhaled, long and slow, just enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body. Her legs opened a bit wider for him, her hand still on top of his. "That's quite generous," she breathed. Jim could turn her on more quickly than any man she had been with. Their relationship was intensely physical, but there was a deep emotional connection underneath it as well.

"I'm a very giving person like that," he murmured with lilting amusement, letting her hand guide him between her legs, two fingers now slipping past her folds and curling against her entrance. Her nipple was hard against his fingers already and he pinched it lightly, very much enjoying the show from the upwards angle he had while sitting behind her.

Mary bent her knees slightly so that she could spread her legs even wider for him. She inhaled sharply when his fingers brushed against her opening. Her hand moved back up to slowly rub her clit. No need to rush this. She knew that he was enjoying the view.

Mary bit her lip, stifling a moan when she felt both of his hands working in tandem. "You are. No other man has given me the kind of orgasms that you have."

"No one has made me feel the way you do either," he murmured softly, fingers sliding along her warm flesh, tips dipping lower and pushing just a little into her, teasing and testing the tightness of her muscles there. He kept playing with her nipple at the same time, capturing it between thumb and middle finger, then twisting it lightly, index drawing slow but insistent circles across the tip.

"Mary," her name was a breath, a sigh, practically a mewl on his lips. His fingers pushed a little deeper into her. "Let me hear you, Mary. You know how I love it when you moan for me."

It was quite incredible to hear him say that. While they hadn't talked much about Jim's past partners, Mary could tell that he was relatively experienced. To know that she pleased him so much made her happy.

She moaned softly for him. His fingers inside of her felt good, but the way he worked her nipple was amazing. Mary hadn't realized that would feel so good.

"I'll moan for you if you talk dirty for me, Jim." There was a part of her that got off completely on hearing him be naughty.

He never brought any of that up because to him, it didn't matter, and to Mary it was likely preferable to not address it. He had no shame about any of it but that didn't mean he felt any need to brag about it. Were she ever to ask about it, however, he would be more than willing to answer.

But not now. Now all that mattered was him and Mary, together, each other's— and no one else.

"Talk about how your breasts perk up when I look at you? How easily your nipples harden with a brush of my hand?" He nipped at her ear, fingers pushing in and out of her slowly. "Or how wet you are for me every time, even before I slide my hand between your legs. You open for me so easily, Mary— look at you now. How badly you want me. Tell me, is this good enough for you? Or do you want... more?"

"Jim," she moaned. Rational thought was starting to slip away in favor of absolute pleasure. "Yes, I always want you so badly. You don't even have to touch me and I'm wet for you."

Her fingers moved faster on her clit, rubbing in tight circles. Her skin felt flushed and hot. "I always want more when it comes to you."

His teeth dragged lightly across the skin of her shoulder, eyes closing for a brief moment as he pushed his fingers in deeper. His hard cock brushed between her legs, and he pulled out so he could use his hand to press the thick head against her warm flesh, teasing her.

"And I'll always give you more. Anything you want, Mary... you only have to ask." His hips rolled upwards a little, cock brushing along her slit as he squeezed her breast with his other hand. "And I love it when you ask. When you tell me what you want."

Mary mourned the loss of his fingers, but feeling the head of his cock against her folds was even better.

"I want your cock inside me, Jim," she gasped. "I want to feel your length moving in and out of me. Fill me up with it, please."

She ground her hips down over him as he teased her, reaching down with her own fingers to stroke along his hard length. She'd never had sex in a tub before, but then there were many things Mary had never done before meeting Jim.

Her moans were matched with softer ones coming from Jim, his eyes closing at the heat those words and her touch spread through him. He didn't want to miss a single moment, though, and soon he was looking down at her body again, watching the way it arched and pressed down to drag herself slowly against his length.

Fingers guiding calmly, Jim shifted his hips until the head of his cock was pressing against her entrance. He wasn't all that interested in wasting time, and despite the resistance the water offered, she was still wet enough in her own fluids that he managed to push into her, if a little slower at first as to not hurt her.

"How is that? How do you like it?" His voice was low and warm, both his hands dropping to her hips and guiding her to arch her back further, shifting her into an angle where he could push deeper into her, breasts and hardened nipples breaking the surface of the water. "I've never taken you like this before."

She did arch her back as he pushed into her, a low moan escaping her lips. He felt so big like this, even larger than he normally did. "It feels so good," she said, her voice breathless with pleasure. "So big... My God, Jim. You know that I love every way that you take me."

Mary bent her knees and put her feet flat on the floor of the tub so that she could gain some traction as he thrust up into her. The water sloshed around them with each movement, her breasts bouncing lightly up and down. Her fingers resumed rubbing her clit and she cried out at the combined efforts of both his cock and her hand.

His hands curled tight to her hips, pushing her down onto his lap each time he arched his own body upwards and thrust into her. She felt wonderfully tight like this, and he buried into that heat with deep thrusts each time, the sounds they both let out mingling with the water sloshing around and threatening to spill over the edge of the tub.

"You're so tight like this," he practically growled, a hand moving up to pinch hard at her nipple, the other still clawing at her hip. "I want to feel all of you. Want to hear you scream. God, Mary— make me come inside you."

She let out a sharp cry when he grabbed at her nipple, pinching the sensitive flesh. With each stroke out, Mary tightened her muscles around him, milking his cock. She kissed wildly at his neck while still trying to breathe.

"You're gonna make me come... So close..." Based on the sounds she was making, any crew member that was near their bedroom door would know that Jim and his lover had made up from their earlier fight.

Her fingers flew over her clit, her breath hitching as she moved quickly closer to orgasm.

He moaned loudly as she clenched tight around him, thrusting harder into her the closer she got to her climax, hand tightening on her breast while the fingers of the other clawed at her hip. It was a feeling that he was all too familiar with by now, a wave of blinding white heat that let him know he was close too, but he wanted her to take her pleasure first.

"Then come... I want to feel you," he breathed against her ear, biting down on her neck, his hips rocking up hard and fast now, enough to have some water spilling over the edge of the tub and onto the floor. "I'll come after— fill you to the brim... Mary..."

Her orgasm was so strong that she couldn't even cry out. Instead she gave a sort of strangled moan as the pleasure exploded inside of her. Her body trembled in his arms as the waves washed over her. The muscles of her vagina clenched him even more tightly before she fell back against him, panting.

"Come inside me, Jim..."

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