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He was the one who had made her more adventurous and had shown her how much pleasure she could experience. Jim was so skilled and knew exactly how to work her body to drive her insane. When he teased her with his tongue, she bucked her hips back against him, trying to get more contact.

"Are you teasing me, Jim?" She responded by rubbing his balls a bit more and licking the head of his cock with just the tip of her tongue.

He may have made her more adventurous, but still, there was never an instance where she wasn't in favor of trying something new, or even having ideas of her own and going along with them without needing his guidance— as was the case right now. That kind of open mindedness and unashamed yearning and desire was just one of the many reasons why he was always so constantly attracted to her.

"Thought you liked it when i teased you," he hummed, gasping softly as she lapped at the head of his cock, while blood slowly flowed down to his groin. He tipped his head up and tasted her again, tongue dipping into her open in a brief and taunting thrust before pulling out again.

"As long as you don't mind that I return it." Mary sucked his cock back into her mouth, taking him a bit deeper this time and then sucking him out again. It was growing harder for her to be a tease though because she wanted him hard and throbbing for her. She licked another stripe up his cock and took him in her mouth again, this time pushing him as deep as she could go.

"Never," he murmured in answer, knowing full well he meant it, even if she might drive him mad. He loved it just as much when she teased him back, though he knew they were both reaching a point where neither of them would have the patience to keep going for long.

He moaned when she took him into her mouth as deep as she could manage, legs shifting and heels digging into the mattress to stop himself from bucking his hips up. His head lifted up instead, open mouth pressed between her legs as he sucked hard on her wet pussy, this time not pulling away.

Mary cried out when sucked at her, though it was more of a muffled vibration around his cock. She pulled him out a bit so that she wouldn't gag. Her tongue flicked over the head, then she nibbled lightly at it.

"Dammit, Jim," she gasped when his tongue moved over her clit. Mary clutched at the sheets, laying her head on his thigh where she could suck at the base of his cock.

His lips drew away from her for just a brief moment as he moaned, hips bucking again when her teeth teased the sensitive flesh. He breathed deeply and audibly as he sank back down to the mattress, his head tipping up again to mouth at her inner thigh, biting her there.

"Move," he breathed warmly, finding that keeping his head up like this was becoming a little uncomfortable. "Sit on my face. Rub yourself against me."

"Are you sure?" She asked breathlessly, though she didn't wait for an answer. Mary lowered herself carefully until she was flush with his face, though she did not put all of her weight on him. Her hips bucked back and forth.

Once she had established a rhythm, she went back to his cock, taking him inch by inch and then sucking him out again. "Do you want to come in my mouth?" She asked, her voice low with desire. Again, she didn't wait for an answer, simply took him in deep again until the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat.

She didn't wait for an answer but he wasn't going to give her one anyway, not aside from the hum he still let out against her as she lowered herself on him. Parting his mouth wider, he pressed his lips and tongue against her, letting them mold to her as he let her move against his face, grinding down and seeking out her own pleasure like this.

His own hips shifted upwards, a slow and careful motion as he moved towards her mouth. He moaned against her, barely managing a muffled yes against her in response, his hands curling and gripping tightly at her thighs as she kept moving against him.

She pulled him out just a little bit so that she wouldn't gag and then sucked on him hard. Mary would keep that up until he came in her mouth. Meanwhile, she rocked her hips over his face, her clit right above his lips and tongue. It only took a few cants before she came for him, her thighs trembling and her moans vibrating against his cock.

His hips sank back down to the bed, fighting the urge to roll up towards the warmth of her mouth. His lips latched on tighter when she came, mouthing her and lapping in long and quick strokes through her orgasm and then after, swallowing down her taste.

That, coupled with the feel of her mouth working up and down his length, was enough to push him over the edge. A few seconds later he followed, moaning against her warm flesh as he came into her mouth, his hips jerking upwards just a hint despite his best efforts to try to not move.

Mary adjusted for the movement of his hips, drawing her head up a bit so that she did not gag. She knew how Jim was. The hip movement was involuntary and he wasn't trying to hurt her.

She swallowed everything he gave her, then slowly sucked him out after he finished. Still panting, she turned back around so that she could lay her head on Jim's chest and feel his arms around her.

His body sank back down on the bed after he came, a lazy and boneless mass spread across the mattress. His eyes blinked slowly and his breath was audible and shallow at best, his head too light on his shoulders.

He felt her shifting around so she was lying on top of him, and his arms wrapped around her almost instinctively, even if his hold wasn't particularly strong. He was still unwilling to let go just yet. "I like your... ideas."

Mary laughed as best she could while she tried to still catch her breath. "Do you?" She was pleased that he had enjoyed himself, as she certainly had too. "You've opened a whole new world for me, Jim." Everything about it was completely improper compared to her upbringing, but she didn't care. She was happy and she was in love.

"Have I?" He chuckled softly, his question evidently rhetorical. His hands smoothed up and down her back, one moving up to her hair, and he closed his eyes for a moment before he spoke again. This time the question wasn't so rhetorical anymore. "Are you happy, Mary? Is this... enough, for you?"

Mary was quiet for a long moment, simply resting her head on his chest and gently stroking it with one hand. She was happy, that was for sure. But was this enough?

"Jim... I'm not entirely sure how to answer that. You make me incredibly happy. Every moment with you I am happy. I suppose that in order to fully answer your question though I will need to know... what you see for us?"

She knew he loved her in return, but did he see himself with her for the rest of his life? And did he plan for it to be on a ship at sea somewhere? It was hard to settle down when one was constantly moving.

He sighed, looking up to the ceiling. He should have expected that question to be turned around against him, but either way it wouldn't have made much of a difference. He still wouldn't have know what to answer.

"I don't know. I never thought about it." He tried especially hard not to think about it, actually. Things had been so blissfully happy that he didn't even want to know what their future would be. If they even had a future at all. "I can't exactly settle down unless it was somewhere very remote. I'm a wanted criminal, after all."

And... there was another point, which he brought up a little more reluctantly. "If you stay... you will be considered a pirate too, eventually. Even if your father wanted to protect you, he could only do it for so long." And chances were he'd take her back regardless of what she wanted given the chance, in an attempt to claim she had been kidnapped and abused. Certainly better than having people realize she had become one of them.

Mary echoed his sigh. While she was usually a planner, one who thought ahead, she too had been so happy that it was much easier to live in the moment than think about the future. She didn't want to think about what Jim was suggesting, but she knew that she had to.

"I've already been consorting with pirates for long enough that I'm sure I can be considered one. You are a hard man to love, Jim, but I do. I love you with everything that I have. Leaving you would be devastating, though staying..." Mary trailed off and sighed again. "I am terrified that you will be captured and hanged."

Her father could and would try to save her, would claim she was brainwashed or something, but Mary wasn't sure if life was worth living without Jim in it.

It would catch up to them, eventually. They could live in the present only for so long, after all, and maybe it was for the best they were facing reality now rather than later, when they were abruptly pulled back and confronted by all the things they so hoped to ignore. Maybe it would be easier to work through it all like this.

Except Jim only felt more helpless now. Or maybe he was just more aware of how helpless he really was, how he had no idea what to do.

"It may very well happen." He couldn't lie to her about that. He played it off and dismissed it all too often, spoke easily about being invincible and free, but he couldn't tell her that she wasn't right to be afraid. It was an all too real possibility that he may be caught, and in that case, he would almost certainly hang.

His words made Mary cling even more tightly to his chest. As much as it pained her to hear it, she appreciated his honesty.

"I don't know how I would go on if they killed you. You're everything to me now."

It was a predicament, and one that she did not see having a good end. That was why it was so much easier to not think about it.

"I used to think pirates were brutal, but you're not. You may do illegal things, but you're one of the kindest and most accepting men I've ever met."

"You'd have to, Mary. I would do whatever it took to not let them do the same to you."

Death, he could face. But he couldn't face the possibility of being the cause for her own death, too. If he had to take the blame and say he had kidnapped and abused her all this while, then he would. So long as it kept her safe— even if miserable. At least she would be alive, and eventually she would get over it. And get over him.

"That won't stop them from killing me. Even if they're proven what kind of person I am, even if they learned that the illegal things I did wouldn't warrant a death sentence, they'd still do it. If nothing else then to make an example out of me." Jim was convinced of that much.

"Jim, why are we talking about this?" She asked. It was making her feel uncomfortable and anxious. The truth hadn't been something Mary was usually afraid of, but then she had never faced a truth like this. "I cannot bear the thought of losing you." Mary's eyes had become teary and there was a hitch in her breath. She hastily wiped at her face.

"I'm sorry, Mary," he curled his arm tighter around her back, the other moving up to cup her face, thumb stroking her cheek and brushing away any tears there. He wasn't sorry that he brought it up, though, just that it made her feel this way. But it was necessary.

"We had to talk about this eventually. We can't... can't keep pretending things are just going to be fine. I need you to completely understand what it means— staying on board that ship. Staying with me."

Mary rolled off of him a bit so that she could look him in the eye, even though hers were still wet with tears.

"What would you have me do then? Do you want me to leave you now? To drop me in the next port or send me back to my father? If you don't think there is hope for us, then should we even persist?"

It wasn't what she wanted. In her heart, despite everything and all of the odds against them, she wanted him and she wanted to stay. His death, when it happened, would be heartbreaking, and she would have to do her best to accept it when it came. Mary had never felt so happy or so free in her life. It would be equally devastating to give it up and go back to being a proper, but very bored, lady.

"Mary—"

Her name died somewhere halfway up his throat, and he cleared it before he shifted on the bed. His hand searched hers and held it tightly to his chest, pressing her palm to where his heart beat inside his ribcage.

"I don't want to leave you, not ever. I want you to always stay. And you told me you want that too, but I just... I want you to know what that might mean. That this isn't a safe life, nor is it easy. And that I don't know if I'll ever be able to offer you that sort of life either, even if I stop being a pirate one day."

She could feel his heartbeat beneath her palm and her fingers caressed the skin of his chest. "I don't want to leave," Mary confirmed. "I know it's not safe, but I feel that our love is worth it. If I gave you up, I don't think I would ever be happy again. I'm... willing to take the chance with you."

This was forever. She could feel it. Mary no longer had fears that he would tire of her and would leave her broken-hearted somewhere.

"I'm yours, Jim."

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