The Pirate by Katherine Garbera

stayed right at her entrance and then she bit his lower lip before meeting his gaze.
    â€œYes, 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.
    â€œDo you want all of my cock?” he asked.
    â€œYessss,” 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.
    â€œCome 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.”
    â€œLaz…what is your first name?” she asked.
    â€œJ.P. Jean-Pierre after both of my granddaddies,” he said.
    â€œJean-Pierre. I like it,” she said, “It suits you.”
    â€œYou suit me. Thank you, Daphne.”
    Tipping her head to the side she looked up at him in question.
    â€œFor 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