A Pirate's love

He remained still inside me so I could adjust to his size and he gently stroked me and caressed me. He pressed gently kisses on my neck and then reached in between our bodies and began to rub a sensitive spot between my legs, jolts of pleasure began to run straight through me the more he rubbed me there. My breathing quickened and I suddenly needed to feel him move inside me.

I looked up at him confused by what he was making me feel, "Please" I begged. "Please I need, I don't know what I need, I don't know what you are doing to me but I need more."

"Look at me love. What is your name?"

"Abigail" I said through my labored breathing.

"Abigail my name is Oliver, remember my name when you cum for me.

I'm going to take good care of you little love. Wrap your legs around me," he said.

He started to thrust into me in long, deep strokes. He rubbed me in that place that felt so good and I couldn't help but buck and moan in response. He felt so amazing inside me despite the pain and discomfort and I instinctively started to move my hips to meet his thrusts.

"Oliver what is happening to me," I cried as orgasm swiftly approached me.

"Just let go love, trust me and let go."

I cried out as my body erupted into liquid pleasure, all my senses completely taken over. I felt him tense up and he spurted out hot, thick semen deep inside me.

He gathered my panting body against his and we both fell asleep in each other's embrace.

I awoke the next morning and heard an awful commotion outside the cabin door.

I yawned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and padded over to the door to listen more intently to what was being said.

"I'm sorry Captain I just saw her standing there and thought she was a whore, I had no idea she was a lady. I've never seen a lady in that place before."

"My God man, have you ever seen a whore dressed like that! I told you to go to the brothel and fetch me a willing woman from there. Do you have any idea how much trouble this is likely to cause me! If her father is a man of means he will send out, heaven knows how many men after her.

I ought to drown you in the sea you half wit."

"We can just take her back and leave her in port Captain? I'm sure she can get word to her Father to come and collect her."

I heard Oliver laugh at the man who abducted me.

"You really are a daft fool Harry. Do you know how much shit I'm going to have to deal with if I send that girl home to her father, ruined? I will never be able to do business in that port again as long as that man remains in the area.

The next port we dock into is where we part ways. I have no place in my crew for a man who cannot obey a simple command. Till then you are going to scrub the decks till they gleam do you hear me," he ordered.

I jumped back as the door suddenly opened and a furious Oliver entered the room. I backed up terrified I'd be the next one he turned his venomous rage against.

He looked at me and realized he must be frightening me and his demeanor softened almost immediately.

"Abigail I must apologize to you. I genuinely believed you to be a prostitute. I would never had allowed that idiot to bring you here and would never have bedded you had I known who you were, you must believe me."

I looked up at him and in a small voice asked, "Will you please return me to my father. I do not belong here and it isn't fair that you make me stay against my will. You now know I was telling you the truth. It's the least you can do after what you've done to me. I won't be your whore."

He walked up to me and sighed. "Abigail you are right, you won't be my whore. There is only one solution to this problem little love.

You will become my wife."

I backed up, stunned.

"You jest surely," I stammered. "Do you really think I would willingly wed a pirate? I'm a lady of standing and there is no way I would bring home a pirate and present you to my father to ask for my hand in marriage."

"Little love look at me. I've taken your virtue, no man of proper breeding would wed you knowing you are no longer chaste. It's the best solution to this dilemma."

"No Oliver, I will not shackle myself to someone out of some warped need to cover up my shame. You took me against my will, I never consented to it."

He ran a hand through his hair and looked at me with a pained expression. "You will never know how sorry I am for taking you that way love, but the deed is done. You will marry me Abigail and I will take care of you."

He pulled me into his arms and ran his fingers through my sleep tangled locks.

"We were good together last night little love. Your body was so responsive to me and I've never felt so right inside another woman. That has to count for something. I will make you a wager. Spend the next month with me. Give me a chance to win your hand and your heart and if you still feel as you do now, we can address the situation then."

I was tired of fighting. I just wanted a moments peace. I relaxed in his arms and let his caresses sooth me.

That night we bathed together. He soaped me gently with a wash cloth and playfully blew a handful of foam in my face. I giggled and a smile formed on his face. "You have a musical laugh little love," he said. "I hope to make you laugh and smile more often."

We got out of the tub and he dried us both off before leading me by the hand to the bed.

The ship started to roll from side to side as bad weather came in suddenly out of nowhere and the ship sailed straight into it.

I jumped into his arms as I started to panic and he held me against him to comfort me. It's only a light squall love, there's no need to fear," he said softly.

"This ship is sturdy and she's taken us through many worse storms than this."

He started to stroke my body, at first just to distract me. As he caressed my smooth skin and his hands slid over my curves, his touch turned heated and as I looked up at him I saw the need in his eyes.

I backed away from him as the memory from the pain he inflicted upon me became more vivid in my mind.

He felt me tense up and he turned me to face him.

"Abigail I will not hurt you. I need to show you how good it feels to have sex without the pain you felt when I took your virginity.

I know you want me love, your body knows it, you will come to see this for yourself as you become more accustomed to having me inside you.

Relax for me sweetheart and let me show you."

He explored my body, taking his time to enjoy every dip, every curve. I have to admit what he was doing had the desired effect. I began to enjoy his hands on my heated body and I grew bold enough to start touching him as well.

Surely something that felt so good couldn't be sinful.

He rolled me onto my back and gently pried my legs open. He pressed his mouth to mine in a searing kiss. He tasted so good I couldn't help but moan as he kept on pushing me to accept this new found side of my self.

I remember hearing stories from various ladies about how awful sex was, something that had to be endured rather than something that they enjoyed.

Maybe Oliver was an exception, everything he was doing to me was very enjoyable indeed.

He looked into my eyes as he entered me.

His shaft filled every inch of me as he seated himself inside my wet heat. I bucked against him as I tried to match his rhythm, his body teaching mine.

"Does this feel good little love," he asked, his voice deep with passion.

I didn't answer him, instead I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed onto his muscular buttocks. I pulled him closer to me, gave him further access to the deepest part of myself. I felt him push into me, melding our bodies together.

He quickened his thrusts and sent us both careening over the edge. Tears pricked my eyes as I looked up at him in wonder.

He kissed me tenderly as we both lay together and floated down from that incredible peak.

"I don't think I could ever let you go Abigail" he whispered to me. At that moment I realized I didn't want him to.

We spent the next few weeks getting to know each other. We spent the nights making love and I fell asleep cradled in his arms. I couldn't imagine not laying my head on his chest at night and feeling his arms wrapped round me as I fell asleep.

We spent hours learning about each other. To my utter surprise it turned out he was the second son of an aristocrat and had left his ancestral home because he could no longer stomach the lifestyle.

Part of his business dealings were in fact legitimate so it wouldn't be impossible to convince my father that he was a wealthy seafaring merchant from a good family.

I enjoyed exploring new ports and experiencing the thrill of this adventure that I never in my wildest dreams would have thought possible until recently.

I found my sea legs at last and felt exhilarated as I stood out on the deck and breathed in the salty air.

Oliver had sent word to my father that I was unharmed. We concocted a story that he had rescued me from the ruthless band of outlaws responsible for abducting me. That should endear Him to my father just enough to get his blessing for my hand in marriage.

We returned to the port where my life had forever changed.

As I walked down the gangway, Oliver held out his hand and smiled as he waited for me to descend.

I walked towards him, my love, my Pirate and we headed to my father's house to begin the next chapter of our sure to be extraordinary adventure together.