Page 5 of Merry with a Captain

With every new reveal of her body, he was more bewitched. She was a natural blonde, not that it mattered, but her beauty was indescribable. Her skin under his palms was soft, but her calves were firm and muscled and he ran his hands higher up her legs then hooked them behind her knees and lifted them to rest over his shoulders. She trembled, but not from the cold, he knew it was her arousal.

“You’re trembling,” he said in a low voice.

“I-I know,” her reply was just as shaky and he smiled.

“I like that.” Fletch said and bent, brushing his lips over her belly and lower to her curls.

“Ooh, m-my god—" She sucked in a breath and clutched his head.

The lower he went the tighter she held him. He found her center. Tasted her. Teased her. Until she couldn’t keep her hips still. Fletch swept his tongue through her folds, found her clitoris, and at the same time, pressed his fingers into her heat,curling them to find her G-spot. He licked and played with the hardening nub. He was lost in her, his own need as powerful as the need to bring her pleasure.

Fletch found a cadence she responded to with a gasp. Just as he sensed she was on the edge, he eased slightly, not wanting to release the sensations in her body yet.

“N-n-no, don’t stop,” Robyn panted and rocked her hips.

Fletch used his fingers and mouth in unison, bringing her closer until she whimpered and her body froze. He intensified his movements inside her, and didn’t let up with his lips. Her knees clamped on the side of his head, and her muscles pulsated around his fingers as she climaxed. She cried out and shuddered for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly she relaxed onto the bed.

She hadn't let go of his hair, and her knees still held him tight. When he pulled his fingers from her, and lifted his face, her body jumped. He gazed up at her, past her still-quivering belly and the flush across her chest. She still clutched his head, and her arms pushed her breasts together, the nipples still pointed and begging him for attention. A silvery sheen of perspiration coated her skin and face.

Her eyes were closed, mouth gently parted, and her hair wild over the pillows. She was the most exquisite woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

Robyn let goof his hair, and her knees dropped. He was still between her thighs, and she glanced down at him.

He looked at her and smiled. It was one of the most erotic moments of her life, seeing him like that, past her breasts, over her belly, and where her own curls mingled with his dark beard. She didn't feel the urge to roll away, cover herself, or have any self-conscious thoughts. It was as if lying with Fletch like thiswas the most natural thing in the world. She'd never had such a sense of contentment, euphoria and peace during any other sexual encounter.

Being with Fletch had been deeper. As if there was a mysterious bond she couldn’t comprehend. Her brain was still befuddled, and making any coherent thought was impossible. Her muscles were liquid, useless at this particular moment, and she relaxed into the tousled sheets and pillows. As she slowly caught her breath, the bed moved. Fletch appeared beside her and gathered her into his arms.

She looked up at him. "What did you do to me? I'm a puddle of mush.”

He smiled. “Made you feel good."

"You certainly did. But it's your turn." Robyn snuggled into him, breathing in his essence. He smelled like the sea, fresh and wild, and she rested her palm on his chest, splaying her fingers through his hair. His heart beat rhythmically beneath her palm.

“There's time for that.” His fingers gently stroked along the back of her arm.

“Mmm, give me a minute.” She wanted to say more, but that was about all she could manage.

They lay there quietly, the moon bright in the window. Ending her evening embraced in a man’s —this man’s —arms was the last thing she’d expected. A sigh whispered from her, and her eyelids fluttered closed.

They must've dozed off, and something woke her up. Fletch lay on his back, asleep, with his arm still around her. She watched him, his face relaxed and the moonlight casting him in a serene glow. He was beautiful.

She smiled, and decided to wake him up, but not in a conventional way. Robyn slid down his body, exploring him with her mouth, her hands, brushing her body along his until she touched him, and he hardened in her hands. This was exactlywhat she wanted and lowered her head to take him in her mouth. She glanced up and saw him watching her.

He reached for her and entwined his fingers in her hair, holding her gently. He fell back into the pillows as Robyn bent, drawing him into her mouth and circling her fingers around the length of him. He grew harder and lifted his hips to meet her. She took him deep, swirling her tongue, determined to give him pleasure as he had given her.

Fletch groaned, his voice deep and gravelly. “This what I call getting woken up.”

It was comingon 3 AM, and after hours of the most unbelievable lovemaking, Fletch had fallen asleep. But she couldn’t. She was far too wound up. So, she’d carefully extricated herself from their tangle of arms, legs, and sheets and picked up a blanket that had fallen to the floor. She wrapped it around herself and went out onto the balcony overlooking the ocean.

She sat and curled her arms around her knees, gazing out over the inky ocean. The sky was littered with stars, and a fresh breeze came in off the water.

It was as if her body had come alive, and every nerve hummed. She hadn't realized what she been missing all these years. And Fletch had brought it out of her. She pulled the blanket tighter, shivering, but not from the cold.

A powerful feeling of loss mingled with the afterglow of sex. She was leaving this morning to fill in at another location for a couple of months. And suddenly, she didn't want to go. Glancing back into the room, Fletch now lay on his stomach with his arms flung wide, his body stark against the white sheets. She wanted to stay longer and get to know him more, but she knew if she did she wouldn't want to leave.

She texted her friends to see who was still up and sober.

Sarah texted back.

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