I wailed throughout the captain’s quarters, my melodies like a siren song to my man’s ears. His body and mine laid upon a majestic bed, all hot and sweaty in the heat of passion. We embraced each other, our legs tangling between the messy sheets. I grazed the Mohawk warrior's chiseled abs before I scrambled on top of him. I straddled his waist while my palms roamed his sculpted torso. I then placed my lips to his ear.
“You are a fast learner, Connor.”
“Provided something interests me.”
The warrior smirked. He gripped my hips and slammed me hard onto his thick length with so much force, stars explode behind my eyes. I shook from the force of his ramming.
I seized Connor’s shoulders and steadied myself before I sucked on his nipple. Connor grunted. He rocked faster as my teasing aggravated him. He slowed a little in an attempt to prevent his oncoming release. I let go of Connor’s nipple and I pinned his arms to his sides with my knees. He struggled to free them, but I simply laughed at his failed attempts. I reached for his member and enclosed my thumb and forefinger around his base, determined to keep him hard until I reached my own climax. He managed to free one hand however and grasped onto my thigh. I grinned like a vamp. Seeing the assassin at his weakest exhilarated me. I never had the pleasure to experience such power in my usual submissive roles. I reveled in it.
I continued riding the fledgling, his hardness thicker than ever. I rubbed my swollen nub of pink flesh and bit my lip as I neared my peak. It took all of my strength to look at the groaning assassin. I delighted at the sight of his handsome, tormented face. I cackled. He twisted underneath me, desperate for his release. The teasing, the torture…it all became too much for him to bear. He had no strength to fight against my restraints. He did nothing but whimper, which made me all the more pleased. I gritted my teeth, and I went over the edge as I gave Connor one last push. I screamed at the ceiling. Connor came after me, his hips bucking and his hot seed filling me. He couldn’t stop growling; he couldn’t stop any of the powerful sensations that coursed through his being.
And I loved it.
I lost track of time as I continued to ride Connor silly until he went soft. I then collapsed on top of his trembling form and we heaved in unison, our bodies well spent. It took a while for both of us to recover from our euphoria.
“Not bad for your first time, Captain.”
I kissed him. He said nothing, still too stunned from the experience. I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Too fierce for you to handle?”
Connor blinked several times before rubbing his eyes and clearing his throat.
“A-as I mentioned before, I grasp onto a concept easily—provided that it interests me.”
I snickered and shook my head. I combed my fingers through Connor’s tousled hair and flashed him a smug grin.
“You find me intriguing?”
Connor’s cheeks burned a bright shade of red before he broke eye contact.
“Your confidence is faltering, capitaneus.”
I laughed like a foolish girl.
“You may be the master of this ship, but I am the commander of your bed.”
The Captain knitted his eyebrows, yet he showed a wry smile.
“Assertive one moment, timid the next…”
“If only you knew how endearing you are.”
I stole another kiss. Connor seized my waist and rolled me over. We laid on our sides, face-to face. Connor bit my lower lip and suckled it before breaking away.
He gave me the bedroom eyes. I almost melted from his leering.
Oh, the things did to me…
I beamed and placed a quick peck on his forehead before grabbing the covers and pulling it over us. Connor, in all this lethargy, scooted closer and wrapped his arms around me.
“Kwah tokén:'en sén:ta'wh.”1
I remembered what that phrase meant.
“You as well.”
I smiled. Connor’s warm breath blew on my skin as he snored. I lifted his palm and kissed it. I took care to set it down without waking the Captain from his sleep before a smile lingered on my face. My eyes grew heavy, and I too fell into my own deep slumber, safe and warm in my man’s arms.