Eloise
Eloise slept naked as Jack did, which had made her previous cuddling of him all the sadder in some ways. Now however, as his pants were dragged down to his ankles and his cock pressed against her, the full measure of him made her gasp, her thoughts a bright cacophony of loud expectation and need. The last sex she'd had was with Saiden, he all puppy-dog eyes, heated smiles and promises of the future.
As Jack's teeth found her neck, her fingers tangled tightly in his hair, simultaneously pulling at it while her knuckles forced him farther against her. Though her nails were short, her free hand clawed down his side while her thoughts warbled in and out of focus, though were currently present.
What the captain might have considered foreplay, Eloise was currently reading as teasing. And new as all of this was, whether the motivation was meant to be arousing or wicked she didn't know. Though he was in her mind, two could play at this game.
"What, lost your way, Jack?" She teased, breath hot against his ear, her smile wrapping around the words. "I told you you'd always need me as your navigator." Eloise added, the hand on his side slinking between them, reaching for his balls to grasp them. Something about the gesture intensely satisfying for her.
As Jack's teeth found her neck, her fingers tangled tightly in his hair, simultaneously pulling at it while her knuckles forced him farther against her. Though her nails were short, her free hand clawed down his side while her thoughts warbled in and out of focus, though were currently present.
What the captain might have considered foreplay, Eloise was currently reading as teasing. And new as all of this was, whether the motivation was meant to be arousing or wicked she didn't know. Though he was in her mind, two could play at this game.
"What, lost your way, Jack?" She teased, breath hot against his ear, her smile wrapping around the words. "I told you you'd always need me as your navigator." Eloise added, the hand on his side slinking between them, reaching for his balls to grasp them. Something about the gesture intensely satisfying for her.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
