The Pirate:. Katherine Garbera

his mouth with hers, plunging her tongue deep inside. The tip of his cock stayed right at her entrance and then she bit his lower lip before meeting his gaze.

      “Yes, Laz…come inside me.”

      He slipped the tip of his cock inside her slowly. Drawing out the moment when he’d drive himself home. She shifted, trying to make him take her faster, but he wouldn’t be hurried no matter how she gyrated her hips or grasped his buttocks.

      Laz took his time with her and she then realized how much she needed that. She didn’t want a hurried coupling with this man. She wanted to experience everything she could. Lord knew this might be the only time she held him like this.

      She wrapped her arms around his waist and lifted her hips toward his. She shifted until she was able to gain another inch of his shaft inside her.

      “Do you want all of my cock?” he asked.

      “Yessss,” she hissed.

      He slid home in one long driving thrust and she felt him deep inside her. It was almost too much as she felt her body tighten and her orgasm washed over her. Laz kept thrusting, which made the orgasm keep on spasming.

      She grabbed the back of his head and lifted her body again, needing to feel his mouth against hers, but he turned his head at the last second and she felt the brush of his stubble against her cheek.

      There was no pretending she was with another man. She knew that it was Laz who was taking her, and she loved every second of it.

      It was hot and earthy and everything that she’d never been before. She rubbed her hands through his hair, wishing it was longer so she could tunnel through it.

      She loved the powerful feeling of his hips driving between her legs. He suckled her neck right at her pulse point. She knew he had to feel the staccato beating of her heart.

      Daphne felt his heart racing under her own fingers when she touched his neck. His neck muscles strained as he swiveled his hips.

      “Come for me again,” he said.

      She did. Just like that. Just hearing the rough, sensual timbre of his voice drove her over the edge.

      She dug her heels into the back of his thighs and lifted herself higher on his cock, grinding her clit against the lean hard muscles of his lower stomach.

      Laz bent her legs back toward her body, exposing her even further as he thrust into her. His hips hammered faster and faster, and as he leaned over her, he took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking her deeply as he came. She felt the warm jetting of his cum inside her as she tightened around him one more time. Her third orgasm.

      He fell heavily against her and she just lay sprawled beneath him. He licked her nipple as he lifted his head and then kissed both breasts before looking down at her. Bracing himself on his arms above her, he leaned down and kissed her mouth.

      This kiss was as tender as the earlier ones had been passionate. “Daphne.”

      “Laz…what is your first name?” she asked.

      “J.P. Jean-Pierre after both of my granddaddies,” he said.

      “Jean-Pierre. I like it,” she said, “It suits you.”

      “You suit me. Thank you, Daphne.”

      Tipping her head to the side she looked up at him in question.

      “For reminding what the good life feels like,” he said.

      That made no sense but he gave her no chance to ask any questions. “I’m going to need to clean up and get you cleaned up.”

      He pulled out of her body and she realized just how vulnerable she really was as she lay there completely naked when all that he’d bared was his penis. It had shriveled, and as he turned toward the sink she realized she wasn’t ready for him to leave but there was no way she was going to ask him to stay with her.

      She sat up and was about to hop off the table when he came back with a wet cloth in hand. “Lay back.”

      She hesitated but there was something soft in his eyes, something she’d never seen in him before, so she did what he asked. He gently wiped between her legs, cleaning away all the residue from his semen.

      “You are a beautiful woman,” he said.

      “Not really,” she said. She looked in the mirror every day and though she wasn’t a dog, she knew “beauty” wasn’t a term that anyone would use to describe her.

      He held his hand out to her and helped her to sit back up. He bent over, handing her shirt to her. She pulled it back on, feeling a bit awkward as she slowly redressed herself. She still had her running shoes on, she realized, as she struggled to get her shorts and underwear on over them.

      Laz didn’t do anything but lean against the door and watch her and she did take a certain comfort from that. No matter that she wasn’t Angelina Jolie. When Lazarus looked at her, he saw a woman who was beautiful.

      She finally had her clothes to rights and went over to where he was. She put her head against his chest and stole a little strength from him, because Laz had already proven that he wasn’t the kind of man who could be intimidated or scared and she wanted that. She hoped that their lovemaking had meant something to him. It had to her. It was another stage in her metamorphosis from half-living to fully alive.

      “I’ve got to get back to the bridge,” Laz said.

      Daphne straightened away from him. “Bob and I are going to try to radio our families. Our cell phones aren’t working very well. Is that okay?”

      “Why do you need to radio them?”

      What could she say? That she suspected him of being in league with the pirates who plagued the sea here? No, of course not. Besides she didn’t know what she thought about Laz anymore. She just knew that she needed to talk to her boys.

      “I miss my sons,” she said.

      “How many do you have?” he asked.

      “Two. They aren’t babies but still I am used to checking in with them every day. And I want to make sure they are okay.”

      Laz rubbed his hand over his chest right where her head had been resting a minute ago. “I guess I can’t say no to that. You have my permission.”

      “Thanks, Captain.”

      “You’re welcome.”

      He opened the door and she watched him walk down the hallway. She wondered if this was the last time they’d be alone. This was a big tanker and he had a lot of responsibilities on the ship.

      She wanted his mind on the safety of the ship. Did that mean she trusted him?

      Given her track record with men, trusting Laz was a pretty big deal. She had no idea if she could trust him or not, but she did know that she was no longer uneasy about what he was doing last night. Still she had questions.

      And she knew she’d get answers from him soon enough.

      “Daphne, there you are,” Bob said, coming up behind her. “Are you okay?”

      “Yes, why do you ask?”

      “You look like you have a rash on your neck. I have some special soap that should help. “

      She flushed even more deeply, realizing that the marks on her neck had to have been left by Laz. “Thanks, but I’m fine. When I run my skin gets splotchy. It should be back to normal soon.”

      “Glad to hear it. Are you ready for the radio room or do you want to clean up first?”

      Considering she could still smell Laz on herself, she opted for a shower, telling Bob she’d meet him in a few minutes in the galley. It was where their team had taken to hanging out. Being up on the deck of a tanker was different than being up on a cruise ship’s deck.

      Daphne took her time in the shower