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He laughed at the squeal he managed to get from her, only saddened that she moved away before he got to bite lightly at it too. Well, she did make for quite the sight as she walked around the cabin naked, so Jim wasn't about to complain.

An eyebrow rose at the inviting look, then submerging himself completely in water to wet his hair, he finally stood up and climbed out of the tub, using the same towel to quickly dry himself off and tossing it aside before he literally took off running towards the bed, hopping in next to her.

Mary laughed at how quickly he made his way to the bed. She immediately slid into his arms, then pushed him flat on his back. One knee went over his body and she sat gently on his abdomen. Mary took a moment to shake out her damp hair, letting it fall in waves over her shoulders.

She leaned down to kiss his lips. "I love you," she whispered as she pulled back.

Rolling onto his back, he grinned as she threw a leg over him and straddled him, his hands settling on her thighs and sliding farther up. His head tipped up just slightly to return the kiss, lapping at her lips before he let it sink back down to the mattress.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured softly, just another way to say he loved her too. "My Mary."

His Mary. She was undoubtedly his and loved being so. His grin was gleefully returned as she brushed her fingers down his chest. "I have never seen eyes like yours in my life. They're more blue than the ocean itself." His eyes were one of many of his features that she admired.

"Flatterer," he grinned crookedly, his hands smoothing up and down her thighs and sides in aimless caresses. In a playful tone, he added. "The ocean isn't blue so much as it is black, anyway. It doesn't take much to be bluer than that."

"You love it," she retorted, knowing that he absolutely did. Her lips moved down his jaw and concentrated on his neck for a moment. "I have seen very blue waters around some of the places that we have docked, and I swear that they do not even come close to your eyes. I cannot believe that God allowed Himself to make a man as handsome as you."

As they both liked to tell each other, it wasn't flattery if it was true, and Mary was being completely honest when she said that she had never seen a man so good-looking. Perhaps his personality came into play for her as well, how he could be completely ridiculous and completely reckless, but still hold her gently and be loving towards her. She had never known a man like him.

Her hands continued to trail down her chest as she slid her hips back, his cock moving slowly between her legs.

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He only smiled, not even trying to deny that. He did love it, and he loved it especially when she used words this beautiful and sweet. They would be enough to make him fluster if Jim were the kind of man to, but as it was they still spread a tender warmth through his body, making his heart beat to the rhythm of her name.

"Well, he had to make someone to match one as beautiful as you." Plenty of ways to interpret those words, but one didn't even cross Jim's mind: that he was saying they'd been made for each other. Not literally, of course, but... well, it was a nice sentiment.

Jim shifted on the bed as she rolled her hips, grinding against him, his own moving so his length slid along her slit teasingly, the motion drawing a soft gasp from him.

Mary grinned at that. They both knew how to flatter and charm the other. As for herself, Mary wasn't the type to shy away from compliments. She knew that she was beautiful and didn't deny it.

And she loved the idea that they may be made for each other.

Her lips continued their journey down his body, kissing down his sternum and then over to one of his nipples to flick her tongue against it.

He liked that about her, too. He really disliked false modesty, and among women that was common more often than not. Keeping their demure attitude, acting as if they didn't know or didn't believe they were beautiful. Not Mary, though. Not only was she much more beautiful than any woman he could think of, she didn't shy away from accepting that, or even admitting it.

His hands slid up her sides, one sifting through her hair and scraping at the back of her neck as she trailed lower, a gasp leaving him when she lapped across his nipple.

Women weren't supposed to admit that they were beautiful. It was seen as vain or egotistical. To Mary, it was simply a fact, something that she had grown up knowing

Mary shivered when he ran his fingertips up her sides. She continued her trail of kisses down to his stomach and then beyond, settling in between his legs for a moment. Her fist closed around his cock and she laid a soft kiss on the head. While she definitely wanted to ride him, she also enjoyed warming him up for her this way.

Evidently Jim thought anything women were supposed to do to be completely ridiculous. Women should be supposed to do the same as men, not follow these ridiculous rules imposed by society— and he was glad that at least to some degree, Mary was starting not to care as much, either.

His head tipped so he could look down, watching her in adoring silence as his fingers kept sifting through her hair. When her lips touched the head of his cock he let out a soft gasp, his hips shifting and sinking lower on the bed as he parted his legs wider for her.

Her worldview had been opened up ever since she had gotten on the wrong ship. Many things that she never would have seen or believed had become a reality for her, including a pirate captain who was not a ruthless killer, but one of the kindest and most understanding men she had ever met.

Mary licked a slow strip up his cock. "Do you like that?" she murmured before taking the head in her mouth and sucking gently. It was a stupid question, really, but she liked talking to him in the heat of their passion and hearing his responses.

"God, yes," he breathed out, moaning softly as his head rolled back on the bed. An easy question earned an easy answer, and Jim for one liked hearing her speak like that, ask those things, no matter how obvious his answer might be. His fingers curled into her hair, nails dragging at her nape, though not holding her in place at all.

"I love your mouth on me. The closest to heaven..." his words trailed off into a long pleased sigh as he kept his hips pinned to the mattress.

His hand on the back of her head was warm and she found it to be encouraging, not dominating. She took him a bit deeper into her mouth, watching the pleasure cross his face. Jim was larger than her husband had been, which sometimes made this daunting, though he was always gentle. Mary hummed softly, her free hand moving to stroke the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

The last thing he wanted was to do something that would cut their fun short, so of course he was careful when he knew there was only so much she could take. He could also be rough and intense in other circumstances, of course— it was just a matter of knowing how to balance it out in a way that brought them only pleasure and no discomfort at all.

Her hum vibrated along his length as she took more of his cock into her mouth, and he moaned louder in response, heels digging into the bed as he breathed out her name, urging her to keep going.

And she liked when he was rough too, though not particularly during a blow job. That would definitely be unpleasant for her.

Slowly, she moved him in as deeply as she could until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Mary was only able to hold him for about a second until she had to breathe. She hadn't been able to do that before though, so she was improving.

She sucked him out, her lips tight around him. As much as she enjoyed the noises that he was making, she would much rather have him inside of her. Jim was fully hard now, his erection falling flat on his stomach when she let him go.

She took him in deeper than before this time around, and the surprise of it alone was enough for a spark of pleasure to jolt through his body. He moaned again but managed to stop himself from arching his hips up towards her, waiting patiently instead as she worked him closer and closer—

Only to suddenly stop and draw away. He let out a whine in clear complaint, his breath hitching as his head sank to the mattress, his fingers sliding down from her hair to her neck and shoulder. "Come on, Mary... Please..."

She wasn't trying to tease, but she couldn't help a slight smirk at his reaction. "You do have excellent recovery time, Jim," she said as she crawled back up his body on her knees, "But I would much rather have you come inside of me than in my mouth." She'd given him blow jobs before, but she knew that after this both of them would be exhausted. Mary wanted to feel him one more time.

Mary straddled him and reached down to lift his cock and fit the head of it at her entrance. She pushed him inside slowly, wanting to enjoy the slow slide of him filling her. When he was completely enveloped inside of her, she gave a little moan and sigh of pleasure.

Jim let out a breathy chuckle, grinning at her answer. "Well, can't argue with that." He'd love any which way she made him come, but considering this would likely be the last round for a while, he'd much rather be inside her, so that they both could experience that release together.

Sucking in a breath and holding it in his lungs, Jim looked down at the point where their bodies joined, wetting his parted lips as he saw her take his cock into her slowly, inch by inch. As much as he wanted to, he made sure not to arch his hips up to meet her, and finally let the air out in a long sigh when he was buried all the way inside her.

Mary rocked her hips over him, starting with a gentle pace. Admittedly she was torn between wanting to make it last and riding him hard. She tightened her muscles around him, anchoring her hands on his chest.

"Your cock is amazing," she said, her voice rough with desire. "Touch me." As much as she enjoyed his reactions when she touched herself, she preferred feeling his fingers between her legs.

His hands curled on her hips, urging her to move even though he knew he didn't have to. His hips lifted off the bed a few times to meet her halfway, thrusting into her, moaning low in his throat when she spoke.

Slowly, one hand trailed up her front, cupping one of her breasts and pinching her nipple lightly. He knew that wasn't the kind of touching she meant, but still he teased her for a few seconds longer, then finally his other hand slid down between them to brush along her slit, a finger finding her clit and drawing small circles over it.

His fingers on her nipple were welcome and she gave a breathless moan when he first touched her there. "I never realized how good that would feel," she said. Still not as good as his fingers on her clit though. Her hips bucked back against his hand in time with each flick of his thumb.

"I told you," he breathed out lowly, his tone warm, interrupted by a gasp as he shifted and thrust his hips towards hers. His thumb moved in a swirling motion around her clit, teasing it in quick and insistent flicks, the hand on her breast squeezing the flesh, her nipple rubbing hard against his palm. "I'd make you feel better than you ever had before."

"That's what I love about you, Jim," she said with a breathless laugh. "You never say anything that you can't back up."

Jim Kirk was cocky, but damn if he didn't follow through. Mary had never caught him in a lie. Everything about him was straightforward. So few men had the confidence that he did and Mary found it immensely attractive.

She rocked back on his cock, pulling him out a few inches before moving forward again and taking him back in. It was so deep when they were in this position and Mary loved the control that she had. She kept her pace steady, tightening her muscles around him with each stroke out.

That, at least, was true. He could be confident to the point of coming off as cocky but he knew he could live up to it. Just like he'd known then that he'd be able to make her feel better than she ever had before.

And in the end, she did the same for him, in more ways than just one. Even the way she'd so quickly learned his body had come as a surprise, and now it was always a source of pleasure, those knowing hands touching him just right, the way she clenched around his cock just hard enough while she moved. He moaned and bucked his hips hard, thumb pressing against her clit, moving faster against her and urging her to keep up a quick pace, eager to make them both come.

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