Free Captain Of Her Heart by Barbara Devlin Page B

she walked her fingers to his crotch and delighted in his arousal.  How she yearned to examine what she had only caressed through his breeches, as that particular aspect of his anatomy quite fascinated her.
    Driven by the now familiar hunger, which had long since ceased frightening her, she broke their kiss, arched her back, and shoved his head to the one place she most wanted his attention.  For a couple of seconds, Jason suckled hard on her nipple, and Alex relaxed and sighed.
    But when he halted and met her gaze, she flinched.  “Is something wrong?”
    “No.”  For a while, he simply stared at her.  Then he furrowed his brow and asked, “Do you wish to know me, as I know you?”
    “Yes,” she replied without hesitation, though she knew not what his proposition entailed.
    “If you change your mind, you need only indicate your preference, and I will abide your choice.”  Jason fumbled with the hooks at his waist, clutched her wrist, and slipped her hand inside his breeches.  At her first touch of his miracle of flesh, he groaned and rested his forehead to hers.  “You have no idea how many nights I have dreamed of you, like this.”
    “You dream of me?”  In that moment, her heart sang.
    “Aye.”  He closed his eyes when she squeezed him.  “I have worshipped you for an eternity, it seems.”
    “Have I hurt you?”  Alex stilled.  “I know not what to do for you.”
    “No, love.”  Baring his teeth, he hissed.  “I suffer the same hunger that plagues you.”
    “Will you show me how to please you?”  She nibbled playfully on his bottom lip and thrilled when his fingers closed over hers, and he schooled her in an urgent rhythm.  Tension built, spiraling ever higher, the shot fired, and Alex bolted.
    As their tongues met and dueled, Jason hiked her skirt, inched his palm along the sensitive inner side of her thigh, and she dropped her knees wide in unspoken welcome.  To her unutterable delight mixed with relief, he accepted her summons.
    “Ah, my Alex is wet for me.”  And then her captain launched a full-scale assault on her faculties, as he took the helm and steered her into heretofore-unknown erotic seas, and she would never complain.
    Moving in concert, she stroked his length in time with the sweet havoc he wreaked at the apex of her thighs.  With a sensuous symphony comprised of her pants and moans, interspersed with his grunts and groans, she floated on a cloud of resplendent euphoria.  Until decadent spasms carried her into delicious oblivion, which was rudely interrupted when Jason dropped back his head, contorted his face, which well nigh scared her to death, vented an inhuman growl, and a hot, glutinous substance spattered her hand as she worked him.
    “Jason?”  Shocked by the unknown, Alex sat still and recalled a peculiar conversation with the Brethren wives, in regard to their respective spouses and their naughty habits.
    The man howls, mid-coitus, as a wolf bays at the moon .
    Trevor calls to his maker, again and again, with unrestrained fervor .
    Dirk roars like a lion .
    It was comforting to know Jason’s enthusiastic bellow manifested his appreciation of her new ability, but no one had mentioned the rather startling explosion from the particular male protuberance Brie commonly referred to as the Jolly Roger.  “Is that normal, or did I break something of great importance?”
    “Oh, Alex.”  At first, her captain chuckled, but then he shook with boisterous mirth.  “No, you did not injure me, but I submit there was nothing normal about that.”
    “So I pleased you?”  How she detested her little girl voice, which belied her confidence.
    “What do you think?”  The smile he bestowed upon her melted her heart, but then he faltered.  “You truly do not understand what just happened, do you?”
    “No,” she whispered.  “My mother died when I was young, as I already told you.  My knowledge of the sexes is confined primarily to Damian’s collection