The Pirate Prince (Pirate's Booty Series, Book Five) by Temple Hogan Page B

dropping the silk and gems to the floor as if they meant nothing, only the gaudy wrappings for the real jewel that lay beneath. Her breath was shaky. Her hands trembled as they tugged at the cord of his trousers. When the garment had fallen around his ankles, she reached for the hard, smooth cock that seemed to leap into her hand of its own accord. She stroked him, something she’d not had time or inclination to do the night before. But now she knew what to expect, she knew what she wanted, and she wanted to touch him, to feel the smoothness of the skin covering his penis. She wanted to squeeze his cock, to see if the firmness of it could be diminished in such a way, but it couldn’t.
    Her hands explored further while he drew in a sharp breath and kissed her again then smoothed a path down to her breasts where he took one nipple between his teeth and tongue. The sensations made her gasp. Her knees nearly buckled, but she didn’t want to be deterred from her quest to find out more about this man. Her fingers brushed over his balls, weighing them, gently caressing them.
    With a groan, he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed, where he lowered her gently and stood staring down at her, his eyes shiny with anticipation.
    “You are so beautiful,” he murmured.
    “But so are you,” she said softly, sliding her hands over his broad smooth chest and down his slim hips to his penis. She was fascinated by the response she got each time she brushed a finger over its tip, or when she wrapped her hand around the long, hard column and pulled and released. His groan was music, guttural, earthy and enflaming to her senses. Something within her moved to his beat. When he lowered his head and traced a hot, moist path down to her pubis, she was the one panting and moaning. He parted her lips and found her clitoris, and she arched her back, wanting him to caress and taste her as he had the night before.
    She didn’t have to ask, he gave, his tongue moving against her sensitive nub until she was whimpering with desire. When at last she felt her climax move upon her, she pushed upward, offering herself and all she was.
    The culmination was shattering. She felt as if she were being turned inside out. She cried out in ecstasy and strained toward him until the moment passed. He waited patiently then rose above her, preparing to slide his cock into her, but she stopped him, wanting to give him the same ecstasy he’d given her, wanting to give herself the pleasure of tasting him and bringing him to such a completion.
    Pushing him back, she lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over his tip, hearing his outcry of pleasure. She explored every inch of his penis. She kissed and suckled until she felt him stiffen and fill her mouth with his semen. When his climax passed, he rolled her over and pushed into her, his cock still firm. He drove a path deep into her channel and unlike the night before, she felt no pain, only an exhilaration that filled her very being. They came together, their bodies moving rhythmically, like two halves of a whole that had united again. And when they drifted down that warm softness of the aftermath, they sighed their satisfaction and slept.

 

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    “There’s St. Mary’s Island and Johanna beyond. Madagascar is not far away,” Rajak pointed out as they stood on the bridge, his arm around Azara.
    They’d long since given up any attempt at discretion. Quarters on the ship were too tight to keep secret that the beautiful Persian princess was the courtesan of the Indian prince pirate. A few feet away, Oma leaned over the rail, ostensibly as chaperone, her eyes lively, her cheeks flushed as she watched the sun-sparkled waves.
    The other serving women ranged out along the rail as well, their voices high pitched with excitement. Like Azara, they’d donned hooded cloaks of a dull gray to camouflage their bodies beneath their light silken gowns.