Between Two Captains

Chapter Three - part two

Violette pulled in her breath. The sensation of his mouth, hot and moist on the sensitive bud, sent a jolt of heat through her. Never could she have imagined such a sensation. Nothing Maman had ever told her about erotic love between a man and a woman had prepared her for the reality. Instinctively, she arched her back, pushing her breast against his hungry mouth, her fingers curling deeply in his hair.

The captain’s rhythmic tightening and releasing of her n****e sent another wave of searing heat through her. The sensation traveled along an invisible cord down her stomach into her moist core where she already felt wet and open, ready to take him inside her.

Parting her lips wider, she returned his kisses with mounting fervor. The pleasure of their joined mouths overwhelmed her and she moaned.

Her sound seemed to jolt him and he pulled away, looking down into her eyes. He sat up and shrugged hurriedly out of his jacket, letting it drop to the floor. His hands went to his vest and worked open the buttons with equal speed. He pulled it off and let it fall onto his jacket. He put his hands on the bed, bridging her torso and looked down at her. “You’re certain of this, Miss Poole?”

His voice was low and husky, moving through her like a sensuous caress.

She nodded. “Oui, more than anything.”

He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing the skin tenderly. “I cannot promise you anything, except my protection.”

She didn’t expect the tiny ache in her heart that accompanied his words. Staring up at him, she found herself captured in his brown eyes, in the earnestness and gentleness mixed with simmering desire. She knew then that she could trust him. “I understand,” she whispered.

He undid his collar and pulled it off.

She reached up and worked open the buttons of his white shirt.

He took hold of her hands and stilled her. While she watched him, he yanked the starched shirt off, followed by the cotton undershirt.

She caught her breath at the sight of his powerful chest dusted with silky dark hair. She reached up, allowing her trembling hands to roam over the muscles, the hair covering them soft under her touch. The feel of his skin, warm and masculine, heated her blood more and her thoughts floated away as if carried on a breeze. Nothing else mattered but what was happening now.

The pad of one fingertip brushed his n****e, smooth and flat. He sucked in a breath and lowered his muscular torso down onto her once again, his lips sinking deeply against hers.

She accepted him gladly, her legs opening to accommodate his muscular body between them. Though he still wore his trousers, the hard bulge in the front pressed demandingly against her core, rubbing her sensitive flesh through the filmy pantalettes. The sensation pulled a tiny moan from her and she slid her hands around him, brazenly exploring the terrain of muscles flexing in his back.

Once again, he lifted his lips from hers and trailed warm moist kisses down her neck and chest to take her n****e into his mouth. He sucked it tenderly while one hand caressed the length of her torso, his fingertips skimming down the underside of her breast, along her waist to her hip.

A soft groan emanated from his throat and he raised his face from her breast. His dark eyes smoldered under heavy lids and his skin was flushed darkly. He fingered the drawstring of her pantalettes. “Take these off, please,” he rasped.

He rolled off her to his feet and began pulling off his shoes and trousers.

With her heart pumping madly, Violette pulled off her ankle boots and pantalettes. She then drew back the covers of the bed and climbed in, watching the captain remove his drawers.

He slipped the cotton material off and stood in front of her, appearing like a statue of a Greek god she’d seen when Maman had taken her to the Louvre years ago. His erection jutted out thick and heavy from its nest of dark hair. His muscular thighs dusted with dark hair sloped into equally strong calves.

The sight of him took her breath away and her heart slammed against her chest.

He stepped forward, climbed into the bed next to her and gathered her into his arms. Tenderly, he pulled her body against him and smoothed his large hands up and down her back, skimming over her buttocks. He dappled small kisses along the side of her neck to her shoulder before returning to her lips and plunging his tongue deep into the soft recesses of her mouth with possessive heat.

His hand explored her breasts again, sliding down her arm to her hip. He turned her slightly onto her back and raked his fingertips over the curls on her mons.

Violette whimpered softly. His touch heated her blood, making her hungry for him to be inside her. She parted her legs just a little bit and he slid his touch down her lower lips, venturing gently between the folds.

She moaned into his mouth. The mere brush of his fingertips on her most intimate core made her mindless with the pleasure.

He deepened his exploration, rubbing her c******s in tiny circles and then slipping a fingertip into her velvety opening, slick with arousal. Her hands laced once again into his hair and she tilted her head back on the pillow. He pushed another finger inside her, his thumb working the swollen nubbin where so much pleasure was concentrated. He didn’t stop caressing her inner s*x until the pressure of bliss exploded, shaking her with a deep orgasm. She cried out from the intense spiral of heat traveling from her p***y into her belly. After several long glorious moments, it passed, leaving her limp against the pillows. She wondered in her erotic haze if she should touch him the same way.

As if he’d read her mind, the captain moved his body on top of hers and nestled his muscular body between her open legs. He looked down at her with a gentle, yet passionate gaze, pushing her hair back off her face. “Are you ready, Violette?” His voice was a mere husky whisper.

She nodded, her hands splayed on his chest, enjoying the hard muscle and soft hair under her fingertips. “Oui,” she whispered back. “I’m ready.”

He lowered his face to hers and kissed her softly. One hand reached down between her thighs, spreading her open. With a gentle thrust of his hips, he pushed the head of his erection into the opening of her swollen channel.

When he came up against her maidenhead, he paused took her mouth in a deep kiss and pushed through, gently but firmly, until their bodies pressed together.

Violette gasped softly at the sensation. She opened her legs wider, silently begging him to go deeper. As if on command, he pushed again, just enough to send a thrill of heat through her womb. Slowly, bit by bit, he filled her, stretched her open, carefully working his way inside.

The final thrust caused her to gasp, ending their kiss.

He looked down at her, his dark eyes filled with concern. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Non.” Tears sprang to her eyes, moved as she was by the tender way he was taking her. “You’re not hurting me at all.” She reached up and caressed his hair, her heart burning passionately in her chest.

Slowly, he began moving, sliding his c**k in and out of her in careful strokes.

A tiny breath escaped her with each gentle thrust. Her inner flesh was tender, yet the sensation of his maleness filling her overcame the physical discomfort. She’d known the moment she’d seen the captain the night before that he was the kind of man she’d always wished to have bring her into the world of erotic love.

She’d gotten her wish.

He kissed her again, lingering long and heatedly on her lips. His tongue swirled sensuously around against hers as he increased the rhythm of his strokes inside her.

She spread her legs wider, moving her hips instinctively against his rhythm. Maman had always said that physical pleasure was something that the woman could give the man as well. Violette was grateful for her mother’s frankness and openness.

She squeezed her vaginal muscles tightly around his shaft and matched his rhythm with hers. Her effort was rewarded with a long, deep, male groan.

He looked down at her, his face flushed with pleasure. His musky scent permeated the air around them. “How did you know to do that, Violette?”

“My mother told me.”

To her surprise, a grin spread across his lips and he laughed softly, slipping his hands around her to encircle her in his arms.

She squeezed again.

He gasped, his eyelids fluttering. “Don’t stop,” he rasped.

She obeyed, bucking her hips up and down, massaging his c**k even as he moved inside her.

He captured her lips in a deep, fervent kiss, his mouth remaining mated with hers as he thrust in a fevered rhythm inside her.

She lost all measure of time, not knowing how long their bodies were joined in this erotic dance before he moaned, slipped out of her and stroked his hard length, his seed pulsing warmly onto her bare stomach.

After several moments, he stopped stroking himself and collapsed lightly beside her, his lips pressed to her shoulder, his chest heaving, his fingertips skimming lightly along her waist.

She turned her head on the pillow. His dark hair brushed her lips. She closed her eyes, her body still tingling from his lovemaking. Her s*x still pulsed from the sudden emptiness where his hard zizi had been inside her.

She sighed, waiting for her breath to return to normal. She found herself waiting to hear words of love from him.

Sadness gripped her heart. That’s not why he’d been with her. She had no right to expect such a declaration. She stared up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of a horse-drawn carriage clopping along the cobblestones in the street below.

The captain reached up and smoothed back her hair. The caress was tender and if she hadn’t known better, she would have thought he loved her. For only a lover could touch his beloved with such affectionate zeal as he was touching her. “Violette,” he whispered.

Her heart fluttered. The way her name sounded in his voice was sweet, like spring. Maman was the only person who had ever said her name so sweetly. Until now. Only this was different. The captain was a handsome man. A kind man. Someone she could…

No. Love couldn’t enter into this. He was helping her until she could get back to France, away from her father and Richard Graves. She couldn’t allow her heart to melt away like it was in this moment.

“Violette.”

He’d said her name again.

“We must go now. I want to get you out of London as soon as possible.”

He reached for a handkerchief and wiped his seed off her. To her disappointment, he then released her and rose from the bed. She watched him retrieve his clothing from the floor and extract one item from the pile. In the next moment, his torso of chiseled muscle was covered with his undershirt and he was stepping into his drawers.

He turned to her, the movement jolting her from the trance of watching him dress.

The briefest of smiles flickered across his lips, replaced by a solemn gaze. “Get dressed quickly.” His tone was gentle and patient, yet urgent.

She pushed back the covers and climbed from the bed. Slipping into her chemise and pantalettes, she then padded across the room to the garderobe and pulled out the satchel she’d brought with her when she had escaped her father’s house. She opened it and pulled out the plain blouse and skirt she’d worn. She hadn’t even bothered with a corset. The morning of her escape seemed so long ago, yet it had really only been a few hours. She hadn’t expected to be putting these clothes back on so soon.

The captain finished dressing and told her he’d wait for her downstairs. Although he didn’t say the words, Violette knew that he meant to speak to Madame DuChamps about buying her out. She watched him leave, closing the door softly behind him.

She buttoned up her blouse, her face burning with guilt. The captain didn’t even know her and in one morning she had drawn him deeply into her life and her problems. God only knew how much money it was costing him to get her out of here. If she knew Maman, her mother would have sworn to the captain to repay every penny he’d spent.

Violette vowed that was what she’d do. With a sigh, she finished dressing and pinning up her hair, put her cloak on and lifted the hood over her hair. She picked up the satchel with her few earthly belongings and went out to meet the captain downstairs.