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Authors: Jean Hart Stewart
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of how joining could be with the right man. Thank you, Lars.”
She started to lift herself from his lap but he grabbed her hips and held her still. Her body still clenched his but he held rigidly to his objective.
“Sophie. Please, will you marry me?”
She reared back and stared at him.
“Of course not, Lars. You don’t want to be married any more than I do. You’re again being the noble person you always are. I must avenge my father before I even think of anything else.”
Desperate, he tried to keep from sounding pleading.
“Are you sure I don’t want to be married? I can help you with your vengeance, you know.”
She gave him a brilliant and knowing smile.
“Of course I know that. You’re my wonderful champion. I know you’ll help me as my lover and because you’re such a compassionate man. I can’t tell you how much I adore your magnificent body. All those muscles and your sinewy strength. You give me pleasure I never even dreamed of. You’re so beautiful, Lars.”
She leaned back to examine his cock, stroking her agile fingers over its veined sides. Then she shifted back and leaned over to suck at its head as he jerked in her hands. She watched with a gleeful expression as he immediately swelled and drops of cum wet her seeking fingers.
“Lars, I hope you don’t mind,” she gasped. “I want you inside me again.”
He lifted her, carried her to the bed and pushed her back against her pillow, then slipped two fingers into her hot cunt as she sighed and clutched at his shoulders.
“Lars, no more talk.”
With a triumphant smile she wiggled against this first penetration, gasping as he inserted another finger and pressed down against her the walls of her vagina. She was already dripping wet, and the sheet beneath them soon was soaked. Glorying in her passion, he withdrew his fingers and entered her with no further foreplay. Lars exerted control he wasn’t sure he had as he pounded into her. As a gentleman, even a randy one, he’d have to let her rest a little tonight. He wanted this night of fucking to go on forever, but didn’t want to hurt her with his insatiable desire. Although he grinned at the way she’d led him on.
Powerless with his passion, he felt himself getting close to climaxing. Kissing her breasts and then her lips, he fingered her cunt even as he pounded into her, carrying them both to an ecstatic culmination. When she started to scream out her pleasure he buried her face against his chest and tried to stifle his own groans in her hair.
* * * * *
The next few days drifted by as the lovers savored each other every night. And many times a night. Sophie proved to be an eager lover, participating with every part of her body with an innocent abandon that devastated Lars. Whenever they both needed to catch their breath Lars brought out the accordion he kept on board ship. Music was one of his chief pleasures, and the accordion at least meant he had no strings to deal with in the salty air. He grinned as he saw Sophie’s delight in his playing. Music was an integral part of his life, and any appreciation from Sophie was wonderfully satisfying.
Lars refused to allow her to go on deck without him, but he spent every spare minute with her. He was still haunted by the image of the black-bearded man pinning her so ruthlessly against the wall. He’d soon find out more about that, but in the meantime he was taking no more chances with his love. While the captain gave all the sailing orders, Lars kept checking the tides and the winds, quietly informing Captain Stevens of his results. A great deal of mutual respect existed between them, as with all the crew as well.
Everyone on deck loved to hear him play. Some nights he took his accordion and joined them in the mess, serenading them while they ate. Sophie went with him, always wrapped in her blanket, but still drawing appreciative looks.
The lovers spent as much time as Lars could manage with each other, both longing to get to
She started to lift herself from his lap but he grabbed her hips and held her still. Her body still clenched his but he held rigidly to his objective.
“Sophie. Please, will you marry me?”
She reared back and stared at him.
“Of course not, Lars. You don’t want to be married any more than I do. You’re again being the noble person you always are. I must avenge my father before I even think of anything else.”
Desperate, he tried to keep from sounding pleading.
“Are you sure I don’t want to be married? I can help you with your vengeance, you know.”
She gave him a brilliant and knowing smile.
“Of course I know that. You’re my wonderful champion. I know you’ll help me as my lover and because you’re such a compassionate man. I can’t tell you how much I adore your magnificent body. All those muscles and your sinewy strength. You give me pleasure I never even dreamed of. You’re so beautiful, Lars.”
She leaned back to examine his cock, stroking her agile fingers over its veined sides. Then she shifted back and leaned over to suck at its head as he jerked in her hands. She watched with a gleeful expression as he immediately swelled and drops of cum wet her seeking fingers.
“Lars, I hope you don’t mind,” she gasped. “I want you inside me again.”
He lifted her, carried her to the bed and pushed her back against her pillow, then slipped two fingers into her hot cunt as she sighed and clutched at his shoulders.
“Lars, no more talk.”
With a triumphant smile she wiggled against this first penetration, gasping as he inserted another finger and pressed down against her the walls of her vagina. She was already dripping wet, and the sheet beneath them soon was soaked. Glorying in her passion, he withdrew his fingers and entered her with no further foreplay. Lars exerted control he wasn’t sure he had as he pounded into her. As a gentleman, even a randy one, he’d have to let her rest a little tonight. He wanted this night of fucking to go on forever, but didn’t want to hurt her with his insatiable desire. Although he grinned at the way she’d led him on.
Powerless with his passion, he felt himself getting close to climaxing. Kissing her breasts and then her lips, he fingered her cunt even as he pounded into her, carrying them both to an ecstatic culmination. When she started to scream out her pleasure he buried her face against his chest and tried to stifle his own groans in her hair.
* * * * *
The next few days drifted by as the lovers savored each other every night. And many times a night. Sophie proved to be an eager lover, participating with every part of her body with an innocent abandon that devastated Lars. Whenever they both needed to catch their breath Lars brought out the accordion he kept on board ship. Music was one of his chief pleasures, and the accordion at least meant he had no strings to deal with in the salty air. He grinned as he saw Sophie’s delight in his playing. Music was an integral part of his life, and any appreciation from Sophie was wonderfully satisfying.
Lars refused to allow her to go on deck without him, but he spent every spare minute with her. He was still haunted by the image of the black-bearded man pinning her so ruthlessly against the wall. He’d soon find out more about that, but in the meantime he was taking no more chances with his love. While the captain gave all the sailing orders, Lars kept checking the tides and the winds, quietly informing Captain Stevens of his results. A great deal of mutual respect existed between them, as with all the crew as well.
Everyone on deck loved to hear him play. Some nights he took his accordion and joined them in the mess, serenading them while they ate. Sophie went with him, always wrapped in her blanket, but still drawing appreciative looks.
The lovers spent as much time as Lars could manage with each other, both longing to get to
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