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A Pirates Life [Rekoj & Lunar]

He moved his arm around her, wrapping around her shoulder and pulling her even closer to him. He leaned in close and planted a kiss upon her soft neck again, and he couldn't help himself from clenching her tight to him and planting another hungry kiss upon her skin again. Oh, how he'd longed for her all of those years, the pent-up lust and love starting to explode as he couldn't contain himself. He kissed up her neck, his grizzled beard rubbing up against her smooth skin which he'd dreamed about almost every night. His fingers pressed into her back and kept her close, scared to let her go, scared this could all be a dream. He was desperate, he needed her in this instant. His kisses trailed up her neck, up to her jawline, towards her near and he whispered into her ear desperately, "Please... please don't say no..."
 
Her head shook, her fingers against his back feeling his lips against her neck. His scruffy beard running up along her skin and she quivered under him. Her eyes closed, her mouth opening. She could say no, she knew she could say it and just wait to figure things out. Her mind was telling her no, screaming it out but the only words her mouth could say was, "I won't.." Her eyes opened, feeling her heart rise and she swallowed before finding herself leaning up as her lips pressed back against his, her arms around his neck. But she couldn't hold back, her eyes watering and she breathed in as she let her fingers let go of the hilt of the sword, setting it on the ground. "I've missed you." She whimpered against his lips.
 
Johnathon reached behind him and locked the door behind him, he wasn't going to be interrupted, not now. The door was locked, there was nothing stopping them now. There was a clinking as he dropped his sword down to the ground, unbuckling the hilt, dropping it entirely down to the ground. He forgot about everything except the blonde haired woman in his arms. His fingers started to peel away at her clothing, going straight for her top, trying to remove it. He broke his lips away from hers, in order to look into her eyes. His eyes pierced into hers and he asked, taking a desperate breath, "Have you missed this as much as I have?"
 
Christine felt the kiss break, his fingers fiddling with her shirt and she swallowed. "Of course I have.. just.. just shut up and kiss me." She muttered and pressed her lips back against his. Her true, not shy self coming out and her hands moved from around his neck as they grabbed at his shirt as well. Pulling it up and off of his body, her lips kissing his deeply, passionately, lovingly as she breathed in. Mad at herself for letting him go, for not going after him even though she had knew he had left to get a ship. She needed him and badly right now.
 
He kissed her hungrily again, his hands practically tearing at her shirt, trying to rip it away from her body. His eyes closed as his hands wandered, making short work of her corset and blouse, they dropped to the floor quickly. He opened his eyes and stared at her shirtless form, as his hands went to feel and caress her breasts quickly. His tongue escaped from his lips and pressed against hers, as he dared her tongue to come out and play. His rough palms gently felt her smooth chest, his fingers searching for and playing with her nipples (like old times). He grinned as his fingers tweaked and played with her nipples, trying to draw a noise from her lips.
 
Though the sudden break of the kiss, her eyes traveled up to look into his as she stood half naked, her breasts bare to the world and to him. She blushed softly, though breathed in sharply just as his rough hands found her breasts. Biting her bottom lip, just moments before he captured her lips again. Feeling his tongue pushing past her lips and slowly into her mouth, her own slowly sliding forward before touching his. But moved out and ran along his, twirling, wrestling but almost a light cry escaped her lips at the sudden attention along her nipples, gasping.
 
Words were not to be spoken, as he shrugged out of his shirt, it fell down to the floor near her discarded clothing. His lean form was exposed to the salty air, the years at sea had hardened the muscles upon his chest, yet the long droughts without food in the rough years had left him with a skinny build. His tongue rubbed up against hers, as the amorphous muscle continued to probe hers, yet his lips still made a seal with hers. His eyes remained closed, as he held onto the moment tighter than he held onto her back. His body needed to be up against hers, as he continued to tweak her nipples, daring to pinch one of them in an attempt to make her squeal. His free hand ran down her back, still wanting to pull her against him, until he made it to her leather pants. He slowly began to try and pull them down, whining softly as he didn't want to relinquish his grip upon her to pull them off though.
 
Her back arched but every pinch and pull to her nipples created a light moan and pant for him and she bit her bottom lip. Though her hips rose up off the bed as his hands fiddled with her pants and she looked up to him, pushing his hands away to let them stay upon her body. Her hands undoing her pants and keeping her hips arched up to slip them off. Wiggling herself a bit as the leather pants slowly slid down her body. Her lips attatched to his, groaning as her eyes stayed closed and soon the sound of the leather pants landed on the hardwood floor beneath the bed, pulling him down close to her.
 
He slowly lowered himself down over her on the bed, his eyes closing as he pulled his lips away from hers. He began to kiss at her jawline, down to her chin, until his lips were back upon her smooth neck. He could've stayed kissing there forever, he loved the feeling of her neck, as he continued to kiss down to her collarbone. His hands and entire body moved down with his lips, as now his hands were at her hips, feeling at her smooth skin as he pulled at her undergarments. He continued to kiss, as he moved down, his mouth soon at her chest as he was soon kissing at the nipple he was just tugging at. He clamped his lips down around it, before letting his tongue escape to play with the tip of it. His hands continued to pull down her underwear, his teeth now daring to clamp around her nipple.
 
The feel of his fingers tugging down her undergarments only excited her more. Her heart pounding but her back arched at the sudden feel of his lips against her nipple and soon his lips around it. Welcoming it and his warm mouth and tongue, moaning out and up to him as her nipple grew hard from his attention. Her fingers moving up to rest on his sides, her fingertips pressing into his back as she pulled him down closer to her as close as he could get to her. "I need you." She whispered up to him, kissing the side of his head and cheek.
 
Johnathon nodded, pulling his mouth away from her nipple, to catch a breath. He brought it over to her other breast, and quickly began to nibble upon it, daring to tease the sensitive skin with his teeth. He pulled down her underwear, pulling them down to her thighs, wrenching his arm as low as he could manage it, pulling it to her knees, but unable to reach any further. He simply left them there, bringing his hand back up, trailing it up her thigh, his fingers barely touching the sensitive skin. He brought his hand up further, making sure to just barely be touching her skin as he moved his hand up. He eventually brought it up to the smooth skin of her crotch, rubbing at it up and down, daring to enter her with a finger before quickly pulling it out.
 
Christine kept her back arched, the cloth wrapped around her knees as her legs wiggled trying to slide them on but came to a slow stop at the every touch of his fingers along her leg, soon up her thigh and she lost her breath. Just after breathing in sharply, biting her bottom lip as his finger toyed with her crotch rubbing her sensitive skin up and down and soon felt her legs spreading to allow his finger entrance and her hands rested on his sides. Her eyes looked up to him and moved her hands to push him up a bit, to where his face met hers. Though she leaned up and pressed her lips to his own as her right hand moved down, grasping his in hers and moving it. Wanting to feel his touch, needing to feel him in her as her hand trailed down and rested against the base of his shaft.
 
He felt her touch his member, and he nearly lost control right then and there, he remembered exactly how much he had missed her in that moment. He remembered the long nights they had spent together, and why he had spent all of those long years at see for her. And in the instant he remembered, he only had one thought in his mind. 'Nevermind this teasing bullshit, let's get to the fun.'

He dropped any articles of clothing still clinging to his skin, and dropped his hips, aiming his thrust as he penetrated her with a deep thrust. His palms soon found a hold upon her shoulders, pinning her to the bed while giving him something to hold on to. He quickly repeated his initial thrust with another rough one, pounding his length into her. His own desperation for this moment fueled his every rough thrust, but within the desperation was the need to please Christine. He needed to make her remember how he could make her moan, how he could make her scream with pleasure. He wanted to give her that same pleasure, but amplify it ten times more, to make up for all of the years they'd suffered. His hips worked like a piston, as he brought his lips down to kiss hungrily at her neck, each movement with the speed of a madman.
 
She smiled and looked up to him, into his eyes before she saw his last bit of clothing drop and suddenly before she gasped and cried out as he thrust roughly into her, her walls tight around him trying to keep him out and her back arched as her shoulders were held down onto the bed. Her thighs spread widely as her feet pressed against his calves and she breathed in deeply, her head turned to the side as her body was thrust into the bed. Feeling their hips colliding roughly, sweatily. "J-johnathon..!" She gasped once more as she felt his head pounding deep into her core.

She had missed him, thinking about those long nights of how he made her cry out, moan and scream in pleasure for him. Her right hand rested behind his neck, her left on his back as her body pressed up against his. Giving light cries of pleasure into his shoulder as she moaned loudly as her nails pressed into his skin.
 
Some nights, before, when they had been together, Jonathon had shown he can be soft with her, he did know how to make love, but when you go 6 years without the one you love, six years of undying loyalty, six years of dreaming of a night like this, any thought of softness get thrown out of the window. He did not want to make love with her tonight, he did not want to have sex with her, he wanted to fuck her brains out.

He continued to pound his length into her, groaning against her neck as he bit into her neck a bit after the groan. His hands had been changing positions as he had brought his body lower, his one hand was still holding onto the top of her shoulder, trying to keep her stable enough where he could pound into her without sending her flying off of the bed. The other, had moved down to her side, brushing over her breast as he had moved it, again, just trying to keep a hold of her so he could continue his ruthless thrusts.
 
And she knew exactly why he was being so rough, nor did she mind this at all. She didn't want him to be gentle, nor did she want it to be slow. She wanted to feel him taking her hard, deep and rough. She had been with out him for six years and that was long enough to not have him. Their feelings for one another had only grown stronger with each passing day, week, month and year that they had been apart and she had longed for him. Even just the few hours before when she had almost denied him all together. She had no idea what she was doing, she knew deep inside all she wanted was him.

She cried out each time his head slammed deep into her, her back being pushed roughly into his bed and her walls grew tight around him. Now trying to hold him deep inside of her, having a vice like grip and she didn't want him to pull out after each thrust he gave in to her. Her legs moved, wrapping around his waist as her back arched, her nails trailing down his back and her hips bucked up against his own wanting to feel him as deep as he could go just as she screamed out. Knowing that probably the whole ship could hear her screaming but she didn't care, nothing mattered except what was happening right now.
 
Jonathon didn't care about her screaming, let the crew hear, let anyone who wanted to hear them go ahead and listen. It wasn't important, what was important in the moment was making Christine scream. He started to tire of the current position, as with each thrust he had to hold himself up, and continue to pound through her walls of defense. He was growing fatigued, far too quickly. He decided it was time to try something different, he pulled himself out of her, with a whine of having to not be in her for even a moment. He took her by the shoulders, rolled her over, and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. He gave her bottom a light spank, before spreading her legs over the edge of the bed.

His arms wrapped around her legs, holding them spread while giving him something to hold onto. He was basically holding onto her like a wheelbarrow. He pounded his length into her from behind now, letting her hold onto the bed and keep herself propped up. He continued to thrust as hard as he could (and then some), to keep her screaming.
 
Christine could feel him slowing a bit and she knew he was getting tired, but yet she knew that neither of them would want it to stop soon. Though she gasped at the sudden position change and grunted with each thrust he gave into her from behind and she cried out more and more, "Johnathon!" she gasped and moved her hips back against his own, meeting his thrusts and hard. Though after a while of meeting his thrusts she grasped the edge of the bed and she moved her legs as she pulled away from him and she rolled over, onto her knees and she looked to him.

She smiled and crawled across the bed and grabbed his arms and pulled him down onto the bed, forcing him onto his back. She leaned down and over him, kissing his lips deeply and she moaned. Wanting him to relax, wanting to hear him moaning for her as she straddled his waist and didn't wait as she thrust herself down onto him, moaning out.
 
It gave Johnathon exactly what he needed, a chance to catch a breath. He gasped for breath deeply as he let her bounce up and down his shaft, he would recover while she rode him. He gasped and groaned and his hands went up to feel at her chest, his hands groping for her breasts as he thrusted his hips up beneath her, wanting to feel his length pressing deep into her body. He gasped, and closed his eyes as he sucked in a desperate breath through his teeth. He needed to feel himself in her, as far as he could press himself. Oh God, how he had missed her. He let out a low groan of, "Chriiiistiiiiieeeene..." before sucking in deep breath after deep breath, trying to ease the ache in his burning lungs. He felt the sweat start to trickle down his body as he moved his hips up against hers in an attempt to build a rhythm.
 
Christines fingers trailed down his chest with each thrust down she gave onto him, panting with each slow deep groan. Her eyes closed at the feeling of his hands grasping her breasts and massaging them beneath his fingers. She couldn't believe how she had denied him before when she knew how he could make her feel, how he Did make her feel. Though she leaned down as her lips found his once more, capturing his own in a deep kiss and her tongue slid out to run along his bottom lip. Her thrusts getting a bit harder, wanting to feel his head pounding deeper up into her.
 
He continued to time his thrusts with hers, as the felt the pressure (and pleasure) building up inside of him. He continued to try and keep the rhythm up, pounding himself into her as best as he could. He grew tired of the position though, he had managed to get enough of his breath back. Not even bothering to get her off of him, he pushed back on the bed beneath him and started to sit up. After he sat up, he practically pulled Christine off of him, he was going to finish this the way he started it- brutal. He rolled her over, and pulled her off of the bed by the hips, letting her fall to the slowly rocking hardwood floor. He picked her up by her armpits, treating her like a ragdoll, and almost throwing her against a wall. He slammed her chest against the nearest wall, stepped between her legs, took ahold of her hair with one hand, tilting her head back, and entered with a powerful thrust. His other hand took her arm and held it behind her back, trying his best to use it for leverage for his thrusts.
 
Everything happened so fast soon him pulling her off of him, off the bed onto the floor and she grunted out, giving a light cry as he slammed her into the wall. Her breasts and face against the wall and only seconds passed before he thrust up and into her once more. Her right leg bent up and spread, her head tilted back with his fingers intertwined roughly in her hair and her arms behind her back. It hurt a little bit, but just the feeling of him being so rough with her and taking her how he wanted only turned her on more and make her hotter for him. Crying out into the wall as her breasts pressed up and down against the wooden wall of the ship. Her walls growing tighter and tighter around him, squeezing him and holding him tight inside of her as she grew closer. Only moments passed with each deep thrust before she screamed out once more, her juices exploding out and down her thighs and his shaft, panting.
 
He wasn't going to hold on forever, his limits were being stretched as he felt her tightness holding onto him, oh God, how he'd missed her. His own desperation to feel his climax kicked in and his hips found another gear he didn't knew he had. His hips crashed into hers with thrust after thrust, feeling his head penetrate and crash through each and every one of her walls. He didn't think he could push himself any further into her, but he was trying. He pulled back on her head desperately, tilting her head back, closing his eyes as he came deep inside of her with one final thrust. He pounded his length as far as it could go, and let out a gasp of a groan into her hair, his hand holding onto her hair tight, the other gripping her arm tightly.
 
Though just soon after her climax she felt him giving in, his thrusts now only growing more powerful. Her cries out growing louder as his hips crashed into hers. His head forcing it's way deeper up into her body, further than he had thrust before. Her back arched tightly as she felt his hot cum spraying up and deep inside of her. Coating her walls, down and onto her thighs. Her legs quivered against the wall. Her mouth open in pleasure, her head tilted back in an almost agonizing way and her arm bent tight behind her. "Johnathon.." she whispered, closing her eyes for him as she caught her breath.
 
Johnathon collapsed against her form, pinning her up against the wall, which was now supporting both of them. He took a few deep gasps, the air filling his lungs as he tried to ease the burning. After a good 30 seconds of simple deep breathing, he had managed to get enough strength to pull himself away from her. He reached underneath her, and took a hold of her hips. He brought his arm under her and somewhere inside of him found the strength to lift her up. He picked her up, and stumbled his way to the bed. He practically collapsed upon the bed, dropping her and lading beside her. He was still struggling for each breath, he was just physically drained. He had spent every last bit of energy he had on pleasing her, and he simply had to know, crawling up the bed beside her, "Miss me?"
 
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