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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.

She tossed her head back, lost in pleasure for the moment. Jim had opened up a whole new side to her. Mary had always liked sex, but she had never been as open about it until she had met him. He'd helped her embrace that side of her and see that it was nothing to be ashamed of.

Mary was close, something that Jim could probably tell from the way her body moved faster over his, the way her moans sounded more like whines.

It was a change in her that Jim appreciated immensely. To be there and get to witness the changes he effected in her was incredibly satisfying, as it was to give her pleasure when she so openly sought it out, aching for his touch as much as he did hers.

His hand slid up from her breast, thumb drawing across her throat as his fingers curled around her neck. His hips jerked and lifted harder against her, the sound of skin slapping matching the moans they both let out, and with a few thrusts, Jim came inside her, his whole body tensing and his hand stilling for a moment as pleasure washed over him.

Mary followed him as soon as he orgasmed, fingernails digging slightly into his chest. She cried out for him, moaning loudly as her body stiffened above his. She glanced down at him, watching his face in pleasure while she had hers. The orgasm rushed through her like a tidal wave, leaving her feeling boneless. She leaned over as it subsided, her hands flat on his chest for a moment before laying down next to him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

His own dark gaze fixed on her features, the lines of her body, watching every little twitch and shift and committing it all to memory. He was smiling dazedly as they came down from their orgasms, and as she laid down next to him, he reached out to take hold of her hand, twining their fingers together.

Lifting their hands up, he kissed the back of hers, lips lingering as he opened his eyes to look at her, his own breath still coming up a little short. "I'll never tire of making love to you."

"Nor will I," she replied, still breathless. Mary settled against his chest, her head snuggled in the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry I acted foolishly today, Jim. Thank you for saving my life."

It occurred to her that she would very likely be dead if Jim hadn't jumped in after her. He'd risked his own life for her today and she would never forget that.

Jim shifted around so he could settle one arm underneath her head, one of his feet lifting up the covers, his free hand tugging them up the rest of the way. "Always. I'll always do everything to keep you safe, Mary."

Once that was because he'd promised to deliver her safely to Nassau— now it was because he couldn't stand to live without her, or to see her hurt.

"Mmm..." She was tired now after three rounds of sex and she cuddled between him and the sheets, feeling very warm and protected. "Love you..."

Jim kissed her forehead, lips lingering, his own eyes closing as he curled up close to her underneath the warm covers. "I love you too, Mary."

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