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"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..."

It didn't take so long for Jim to follow after her, especially with the way she tightened so much more around him. His thrusts got a little quicker and rougher as he buried himself hard into her with the full intent of reaching his own climax, and it only took a few seconds until he was spilling into her. He inhaled audibly, then exhaled in a loud cry, hands clinging hard and keeping her in place as he kept moving through his orgasm, filling her up completely with each deep thrust.

Mary held still as he continued to thrust into her while riding out his orgasm. Damn if he didn't feel absolutely amazing. When she was sure that he was finished, she reluctantly let him slip from within her and then leaned her head back so that she could kiss him.

"Once we're clean and you have recovered, I want to ride that glorious cock of yours while you lay on the bed." Mary smiled. "My God, Jim, you're like opium to me."

Jim breathed deep and audibly, each exhale barely more than a long gasp, his eyes closing and his head tipping back for a moment. He winced when she shifted and his cock slipped out of her, then leaned his head forward to return her kiss.

"Keep talking like that and I'll recover all too quickly," he grinned against her lips, his hands rounding her sides and sliding up to her breasts, then back down to between her legs. His fingers slid along her slit, teasing the overly sensitive flesh a little but most of all intent on washing her clean. "Luckily for you, I'm far easier to come by while out at sea."

She shivered a little and let out a tiny squeal when he again put his hands between her legs. The flesh was indeed sensitive, but she knew that it wouldn't take her long until she was ready for him again. Jim tended to have a fast recovery time for a man as well.

Very carefully, Mary turned herself around in the tub so that she was straddling his lap. She cupped the still warm water in her hands and washed down his chest. "I want you all the time. It almost feels as if I cannot help myself."

Jim's touch drew away once most of the fluids were clean, though as she moved chances were the rest of his own come would spill out of her. He settled his hands on her sides instead, drawing them up her back to wash it clean as she did the same with his chest.

"Why would you? You can have me whenever." Well, within reason, of course. But he figured she knew what he meant.

There had seemed to be quite a bit of it. As much as Mary liked when he came inside of her, she wouldn't mind having it wash out either. With the amount of sex they had, she knew that the chances of her getting pregnant were there. That wasn't something she wanted to deal with at the moment.

"Even when you're in your chair on deck?" Mary cocked an eyebrow. "What would Mr. Spock think?"

That would indeed prove to be a problem in their current situation, and in the foreseeable future too. Jim didn't see his life changing anytime soon, and a ship was definitely no place to raise a baby— much less so a pirate ship. He didn't even bother thinking whether or not having a child would be something he wanted, simply because he knew that they couldn't. Not if she wanted to stay on the ship.

"Mr. Spock can't talk when I've more than once walked in on him sharing very intimate moments with Uhura," Jim answered lightly but pointedly. Not that he'd care either way, he'd do what he wanted no matter what. "Why Mary, how often do you think of taking me when I'm sitting in my chair up there?"

Mary felt the same. This was no place for a baby. At their next port, she was going to see what she could learn about methods of preventing pregnancy other than having him pull out of her.

She smiled coyly as she ran her wet fingers through his hair. "You mean when you're acting as Captain? In charge and giving commands? Oh, it's been several times. Watching you lead your crew is incredibly arousing."

He ought to have thought of it sooner, really. Leave it to him to focus only on the pleasurable aspects and forget about possible complications. Well... not forget completely, but push to the back of his mind a little.

"That's a nice piece of information to have," his smile stretched to a grin, hands sliding up her sides, rounding her breasts and washing her down her front. "Not that I intend on using it against you or anything of the sort."

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