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Mary let out a little yelp when he grabbed her, followed by a laugh. She tipped slightly forward, still a little drunk even after their frightening encounter. Her arms went around his neck in order to steady herself.

"Didn't realize that I already belonged to you... and that Jim Kirk doesn't let go without a fight." There was a wild look in his eyes that she knew was more than the rum. He looked like a tiger about to claim his territory.

"Jim Kirk doesn't let go," he corrected. Forget the fight— that poor excuse of a man wouldn't take Mary from him, not even over his dead body. One of his hands reached for her arm, tugging on it until she unwound it from around his neck, then he curled his fingers around her wrist, kissing the inside of it where her pulse beat.

"I'll just have to claim you again," his teeth dragged across the skin, biting lightly. His other hand slipped between her legs from behind, a finger pressing teasingly. "And again. However many times it takes."

No one would take her from him because she was completely his, and completely of her own volition. There was no doubt in her mind and probably none in his either. However, she liked seeing him like this, wild and passionate for her. It set her heart racing and a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine.

"I think you should show me," Mary gasped. "Show me why I would never want another man."

She didn't even need to ask at this point. Jim was seconds away from moving in on her anyway, but the fact that she did in that sweet voice of hers only egged him on further.

Fingers tightening on her wrist, he tugged her back as he stood up, his other arm winding around her waist as he guided her back against the table. It was near the window but Jim couldn't care less at this point if anyone saw them; everyone at the inn was likely to hear them either way, so it's not like it mattered much. To him, anyway.

Mary cried out just a little in both surprise and delight, grinning when her backside hit the table. She didn't care either, just wanted him. Sitting up on the table, she immediately began fiddling with his belt buckle, trying to get his pants undone. Mary kissed his face, her lips desperate and hot on his.

Jim clawed at her corset, letting out an impatient growl when the stubborn piece of clothing refused to cooperate. He tugged a little more forcefully, only not tearing up the stays by a little, but finally loosening them just enough to undo the hooks and get it off of her.

His hands slid up to cup her breasts over her shirt, squeezing hard, kissing her back while one of his legs slipped between hers and his thigh pressed up hard against her.

His desperate movements were making her heart pound, and she was sure he could feel it when he grabbed her breasts. Mary's hand fumbles with the buttons of his pants, her fingers stroking over his half hard cock. Once she has his undone, she moves to undo her own, fingers flying. This was the one time that wearing a skirt would actually have been easier.

His hips rolled towards her hand as she touched him, hands dropping down to her own waist when she started working on her trousers. The motions of his hands were a little less patient and a little more forceful too, and he yanked the fabric only partway down her thighs before running his fingers up to cup her ass.

It really wasn't as practical as a skirt, but Jim was nothing if not practical and inventive, so he looked at her, biting at her lower lip before he murmured. "Turn around."

Mary hadn't bothered to wear anything under her pants. Most men of the time did not, so she didn't see any sort of reason to either.

After one final kiss, Mary turned around, bending over the table. It always felt so good when he took her from behind. She gave him a coy little smile over her shoulder.

"Like this?"

Oh, Jim agreed. In fact all he saw were very good reasons for her not to wear anything underneath them, and right now that was as practical as it was incredibly arousing.

Biting the inside of his cheek, his darkened eyes roamed her figure, hands sliding up to cup her rear. "Just like this," he murmured hotly, fingers kneading the flesh and spreading her thighs apart just so, rolling his hips forward so his cock slipped right between her legs.

She spread her legs at the touch of his hand, shuddering when she felt his cock brush through her folds. Mary leaned down on her forearms. From this position, she could look out the window, over the buildings to where the Enterprise was docked in the dark water.

Mary tossed her head and laid it briefly down on the desk. "You're already hard for me."

His hands slid down her thighs and guided them closer together so her legs squeezed his cock tighter. He rolled his hips again, groaning at the friction as his length dragged against her inner thighs, brushing along her slit.

"I was hard for you since you were sitting on my lap," he leaned forward, a hand sliding underneath her shirt to cup one of her breasts, the other dipping down between her legs, pressing the head of his cock harder against her.

Mary giggled at that. "I thought that was what I was feeling. You can't resist me, can you?" She could admit that she was a tease, and she rather liked being one. At least Jim never had to wait for long, mostly because she wanted him as badly as he wanted her."

She moaned softly at the feeling of his hard length dragging between her legs, his cock becoming quickly coated with her wetness. Mary shifted restlessly as he pressed the head of his cock at her entrance. "Give it to me," she said, her voice heavy with lust.

"Not when you're such a damn tease all the time," he murmured just near the back of her ear, then he leaned back a little more again, the hand between her legs pressing harder so his cock teased at her opening, dipping a little closer but not quite pushing inside. It was driving him mad, but teasing her like that was too good to end it just yet, and he loved to make her shiver and beg for it for just a few seconds longer.

Finally, though, he rolled his hips back and pressed the tip fully against the entrance, then pushed into her in one single deep thrust. He didn't stop or give her time to adjust, immediately pulling back and setting up a pace, groaning as he started thrusting into her at a deep and steady rhythm.

"Calling me a tease and yet what are you doing?" She spread her legs further, as if that would inspire him to enter her. Instead he just teased further, and Mary fidgeted, giving a light whine of frustration.

Finally, he was inside of her and thrusting hard and deep. Her cries became louder and she gripped the edge of the desk to gain purchase. "Mm, just like that, Jim."

He moaned at how tight she felt like this, his hand gripping her waist tight, keeping her in place as he kept moving against her. His other hand stayed where it was on her breast, fingers brushing up to the hardened tip of her nipple, pinching it lightly and teasing her.

"You're mine, Mary," he breathed out, leaning down so he could bite at the shell of her ear, growling warmly against it. "Mine. No one else will ever get to have you like this."

"Oh my God..."

Her nails dug into the table as he pounded her against it. Making love was sweet, but she loved when he got a bit rough and possessive. Hearing him call her his was the sweetest sound. It was so undeniably true, but she still liked to tease.

"What if someone tries to take me? What will you do?"

Mary might be sore the next day with how hard he was going, but he felt so damn good. She bucked back with each thrust, moaning at the way he grabbed her hardened nipple.

Her question was enough to further fuel his streak of possessiveness, and he growled again as he pushed harder into her, cock burying deep as he rammed her right against the table. His hand slid up her back, holding onto her shoulder for a brief moment, then sliding into her hair and tugging lightly, just enough to get her to turn her head so he could press his mouth against her ear.

"I'll never let that happen," he murmured hotly, the tone making it sound like both a promise and a threat. His hips kept rolling against her in a quick pace, his thrusts long and hard, the wet sounds matched with the noise of his labored breath. "I'll end anyone who tries to take what's mine."

Any effort trying to keep herself quiet was useless at this point and she moaned loudly for him. Mary briefly hoped that people wouldn't think she was being attacked.

She could feel his balls smacking against her with every thrust. "I'm yours," she cried out. "Only yours." Her hand snaked down between her legs to rub at her clit. It only took a few strokes of her fingers before she climaxed hard, her walls clenching his cock inside of her. "Come inside me, Jim," she gasped as soon as she was able to speak.

Jim didn't even think about that, honestly, although it would be greatly appreciated if no one were to barge into their room just as he was about to come. Granted, they'd soon see she was screaming for entirely different reasons, but it would still force them to stop, which he definitely didn't want.

He choked on a moan when she came, clenching hard around him, his hips slowing to a brief halt as he buried himself deep. Then he picked up pace again, even faster now, hands moving to her waist and gripping tightly as he pounded her hard and fast, the table dragging slightly across the floor as he came, crying out while he spilled inside her.

Fortunately nobody burst into the room and Mary was able to enjoy the feeling of him unloading inside of her. She laid her head on the table while she paused to catch her breath for a moment. Her hair was whipped into a wild tangle around her head and a sheen of sweat glowed on her neck and down her back.

When she felt able to move, she stood up slowly and peeled her shirt from her body. It hit the floor and she turned, wrapping her arms around him and moving in for a breathless kiss. "Let's see how quick that recovery time of yours is, Captain."

His hands slid up her sides as she removed her shirt, groping her breasts when she turned around to face him. As they kissed, he tugged down her trousers, struggling to get them down to her knees, then urging her to sit on the table so he could get them and her boots out of the way, leaving her completely naked.

"Tonight? Record time," he hummed a little breathlessly, tugging off his shirt and then lifting her up in his arms to carry her to the bed.

She helped him get both of them naked, then wrapped her arms around him as she was carried to the bed.

Mary tugged him down on top of her and kissed him deeply before rolling so that his back was on the bed. After straddling him, Mary pushed on his shoulders to make him lie down fully.

"Care to test that?" She asked, her lips ghosting over his.

He rolled onto his back, for once trying to lift his weight up briefly. Still, he didn't struggle much, and let her take control of the situation... at least for the moment.

His tongue darted out and lapped at her lips, then he tipped his head up and bit on the lower one, hands firm on her hips. "Do your worst."

She grinned somewhat wickedly and pulled away from him. Mary kissed over his jaw and down his neck and chest before carefully turning herself around to face his feet. She straddled him again as her lips moved over his abdomen and his groin before finally reaching his inner thigh. Her tongue darted out against his hot skin while she gripped his cock in her fist.

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