flora
It does everything Jack knows it would, and gods if Flora wasn't so thoroughly wound up in the lurid tempest of her own thoughts she might have savoured the moment for what it was. How many others had ever heard the word please from Jack's lips, even outside of a tryst? How far would that number dwindle if paired with former (or even current) lovers?
Knowing better than to try and make more of it than it was, Flora reached out for the captain's jaw in order to force his stare against hers. With a small smirk on her lips and her kohl-lined eyes holding his, gaze, she releases her hold on his cock as her legs tangle and then tug around his waist, thrusting him all the way inside of her. Even with her eyes filled by the wild blue of his stare, Flora's thoughts grow instantly still and ocean-dark as she inhales sharply, her lips parting in a ragged moan. There's one shimmering instant where she feels resplendent and wholly complete, her satisfaction clawing at the back of her throat as if that's how far Jack's cock had thrust inside of her, before the illusion is shattered and she's suddenly ravenous for more.
Releasing his jaw, Flora lets herself lean back onto her elbows and then finally onto his desk. It no longer occurs to her to savour the way his maps lay beneath her shoulder blades or how his desk shifts with every thrust. It seems so unimportant in comparison with the way he moves inside of her and the perfection of his hands. And perhaps that's the difference now between Flora and the others: now that she had what so many want from the captain (of being able to barge into his room in the middle of the night, of being fucked on his desk regardless of his precious maps), she couldn't bring herself to care. Not with the realization that in times of trouble not only had it been Jack that she had run to, but that it had been Jack she'd wanted. He'd never saved her from anything, but nor had she ever asked him to, and the fact that he'd just been there had, to the surprise of no one more than Flora, been enough.
"nnnnnnnnn, Jack." She moans, her thoughts a shining array of garnet and gold as her hand grasps at her breast as the other braces beneath her.
Knowing better than to try and make more of it than it was, Flora reached out for the captain's jaw in order to force his stare against hers. With a small smirk on her lips and her kohl-lined eyes holding his, gaze, she releases her hold on his cock as her legs tangle and then tug around his waist, thrusting him all the way inside of her. Even with her eyes filled by the wild blue of his stare, Flora's thoughts grow instantly still and ocean-dark as she inhales sharply, her lips parting in a ragged moan. There's one shimmering instant where she feels resplendent and wholly complete, her satisfaction clawing at the back of her throat as if that's how far Jack's cock had thrust inside of her, before the illusion is shattered and she's suddenly ravenous for more.
Releasing his jaw, Flora lets herself lean back onto her elbows and then finally onto his desk. It no longer occurs to her to savour the way his maps lay beneath her shoulder blades or how his desk shifts with every thrust. It seems so unimportant in comparison with the way he moves inside of her and the perfection of his hands. And perhaps that's the difference now between Flora and the others: now that she had what so many want from the captain (of being able to barge into his room in the middle of the night, of being fucked on his desk regardless of his precious maps), she couldn't bring herself to care. Not with the realization that in times of trouble not only had it been Jack that she had run to, but that it had been Jack she'd wanted. He'd never saved her from anything, but nor had she ever asked him to, and the fact that he'd just been there had, to the surprise of no one more than Flora, been enough.
"nnnnnnnnn, Jack." She moans, her thoughts a shining array of garnet and gold as her hand grasps at her breast as the other braces beneath her.
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
