The Siren

If there was one good memory I had of my childhood, it was the soothing feel of my mother’s hand on my back. The gentle strokes would put me to sleep in no time, quelling any painful hunger I had from not eating for days at a time. I could almost hear the tune she would hum to me every night as my lullaby, surrounded by what little warmth I got from the thin blanket she made for me. I burrowed further into the soft pillow that my cheek was resting on when suddenly the humming stopped and the hand on my back came to a halt.

I slowly opened my eyes, realizing that the dream had ended since it was about time for me to wake up and meet the crew on the deck. But when I open my eyes I realize I was not resting my head on a pillow.

My cheek feels warm against the skin of her sternum and I can’t be sure if it’s because of the warmth she radiates or because of how flushed I am from slight embarrassment— I fell asleep on Harry while she was literally bearing all to me. I don’t move to look at her, but I know she’s awake. And I know she knows that I am awake.

I slide my had up from where it was resting on her abdomen and I hear the hitch in her breath and can’t help but smile at the sound of her heart beat speeding up, I could practically feel the organ jumping against her chest.

I let the tips of my fingers slide across the curve of her breast and listen to every pretty noise she makes. I let my thumb just barely brush over her rosy pink nipple and before I know it she’s gripping onto my shoulder tightly and stopping my hand from moving.

“Lou…”

I finally let my gaze meet hers and it’s a beautiful sight; her face is flush and her eyes have gone glassy, she’s biting at her lush lips as if she’s struggling to get out what she wants to say.

“Good morning, love.” I smile casually then let my thumb circle the hardening bud.

“Mmm, good morning.” She loosens her grip on my wrist, but keeps my hand in the same position. As if I’d want to move it right now. I do, however, move over so I can rest my weight on the bed, wanting to get a complete view of her.

“I’m so sorry love. I didn’t get to finish what I started last night.” I speak while watching my fingers glide across her impossibly smooth skin, keeping my breathing even while Harry’s is all over the place.

“You—” she gasps as I not so gently pinch at her nipple, the move to play with the other, “mmm you could make it up to me now.”

I smirk, “Is that what you want?”

She nods and licks her lips and I cant help but flush at the sight of them. So I lean down and press a soft kiss on them. I start of gentle enough, but before I know it, I’ve thrown a leg over her hips and she’s holding me close to her by my waist.

I break away, not too far, but just enough so that a hair’s breadth separates our lips, “What do you want, love?”

I can feel her eyelashes fluttering against my cheek, as if she’s confused for a moment, “I—I just want you to touch me. Please. I don’t really—I’ve never…”

I look at her, “Okay love, I’ll take care of you okay?”

I hear a slight whimper from her as she nods and I press a kiss to her forehead, nose, lips, and chin before paying special attention to the lovely, milky skin of her neck. She tilts her chin up, giving me more space to work with and when she moans I can feel the vibrations against my lips. I can’t help but smile. I’d been with plenty of women before, but I’d never quite felt like this. Like I was on fire. Like I could explode at any given minute. But also felt that I was completely at peace.

She whimpers again and I realize that I’ve completely stopped touching her and was just admiring her from above, “Sorry love.”

Her hooded eyes follow the movement of my lips and I think she’s completely gone but she still answers me, “It’s okay, Lou. Just keep touching me?” the unspoken ‘please’ is still there.

“Proper polite, aren’t you? Sometimes I forget you’re the daughter of a nobleman. You’re without your corset, you’re wearing trousers, and you’re letting a filthy pirate deflower you.”

My words set her off and she nearly arches off the bed, “Louis, please!”

I shush her, tracing my thumb across her bottom lip, “Be honest with me Harry. Was I wrong about Lady Caroline? Did she ever touch you like I only ever dream about?”

Her lips part as if she’s about to answer me but she shakes her head instead, “I—she wanted to, but it didn’t feel right with her. I—we only kissed. And we touched each other but not…we only…” her eyes wandered down to my own exposed breasts.

“Ahh, just a bit of fondling then?” I can’t help but laugh a little at my statement; even Harry bites back a smile.

“Nothing more, I promise.”

“Love, it wouldn’t matter to me if you were no longer a virgin or if you had three children out of wedlock,” she gasps, “I would still love to be with you.”

She smiles then looks down at my chest again. She takes a deep breath before looking at me then I feel her hands creep up my sides, tickling my ribs, then sliding her warm hands under my breasts to cup them. I keep still, letting her explore on her own. I watch her face as she lets her hands move about my body, sliding from my chest, to my shoulders, my arms, my hands, then she lifts my right hand to her lips and presses a kiss to my palm, then she takes my index finger and slips it past her lips.

I nearly black out.

My mouth falls open at the feeling of her warm mouth and I think of left this lifetime and have transcended to another when she closes her eyes and hums.

“Harry.” I pull my finger from her mouth and lean down to kiss her. There’s no patience behind it, but there’s passion and lust. I kiss her until I no longer feel air in my lungs and I have to break away. I go back to her neck and finish what I started and suck on the delicate skin there. My hand wanders back down to he breast and my mind is so clouded with desire that I grope her none-too-gently and she gasps.

“Sorry—”

“No, it’s okay…do it again.” She blushes but she still manages to ask me for the favor.

I smile and allow both of my hands to cup her and squeeze her flesh as I thumb at her nipples. She arches into my hands and cries out. My mouth is aches to be on her, so I lean down and press a kiss to her chest again.

“Lou, I need…” and she blushes. Instead of finishing her sentence, she wraps her legs around my hips and pulls my body down so I’m completely laying on her. She feels hot all over.

“What do you want, love?” I ask breathlessly.

“Can you…touch me?” she looks down, at where our bodies are touching.

I feel my mischievous side come out, “I am touching you.”

She huffs, “I mean can you touch me.”

“You have to be a bit more specific, love, I don’t quite understand.”

“For Christ’s sake, Lou.” She cants her hips up and I can feel the heat coming from her center. While I would love to continue to tease her, I can’t ignore my own arousal.

I can hear my heartbeat in my ears and it’s almost like time is standing still. I let my hand slide down the middle of her chest, down to her stomach, down the downy hairs covering her heat, the down to the wetness that’s accumulated during a little playtime. I don’t apply any pressure, but she still cries out with my name on her lips.

“Is this what you meant love?” I finally brush across her folds and she looks like she’s on the verge of tears.

“Please, Lou. I need you.” And she doesn’t need to ask again.

“Darling, is it okay if I use my mouth?” She looks confused at the question, unsure of herself, “We can just try it, and if you don’t like it we can stop.”

“Okay.”

I kiss her softly before sliding my way down the bed, leaving a trail of kisses down the same path my hand had just made. When I get between her legs she’s stopped breathing. I press a kiss to her center and she cries out again.

It’s a beautiful sound, and I want to keep hearing it so I kiss her again. I can feel her wetness on my lips and lick out to taste it, my tongue brushing against her ever so slightly and she arches off the bed.

“Looks like we won’t be getting to too much today.” I’m joking, but I know it’s the truth. Neither one of us might last very long for one round and I still had a duty to captain my ship. However, I’m determined to get a taste of her.

I surge forward, my tongue licking out against her and she bucks her hips against me. I didn’t realize that I had pushed her legs apart until I could feel the strong muscles of her thighs struggling to close against my palms.

I keep my mouth on her, licking and sucking, flicking my tongue against the nub at the top of her center and her hips continue to struggle against me. I manage to push my tongue inside of her and I feel her tighten around it. My own stomach curls at the feeling.

“Lou!” before I know it, her hands are in my hair and she’s pulling me into her, keeping me in place as I feel her muscles contract around my tongue then relax completely. Her hands fall from my hair and her legs fall on either side of me. I look up at her and see her chest heaving, her hands stationed on her breasts. She’s the perfect vision, the embodiment of a sated Venus.

Once she catches her breath she reaches for me, pulling me in with her hand at the back of my neck. We kiss slowly, softly before she speaks up again.

“Let me…do you.” She huffs against my lips. I shake my head.

“I um…you don’t have too.” She looks confused, “Just watching you, god Harry, I don’t know how but it was enough.”

She looks down before reaching down to swipe between my legs. She applies some pressure and I whine at the familiar ache I get after an orgasm. She brings her fingers back up and she looks mesmerized at the moisture she gathered. She looks at me, making sure I make eye contact with her before sliding her fingers into her mouth, moaning and closing her eyes.

I can’t believe my eyes, “Harry—”

“Lou I’d really hate to bother you, but we need a heading—”, Liam bursts through the door with timing that only Liam could have and within that half a second I’m pulling the covers over Harry and I and Liam realizes what she’s barged in on, “Oh! I’m so sorry!” and she’s gone as soon as she came in.

I break into a laugh and throw my arm over my face. I can hear Harry laughing as well but hers is much more breathless. I uncover my eyes and roll onto my side to look at her.

“We have to get up now.”

“Have to?”

“Yes, you see a ship doesn’t really function well without a captain.”

“Not even for a single hour?”

“Unfortunately not, as much as I would love that.”

She smiles, “Then give me another kiss before we have to go.”

I lean down without a single witty comeback in my head and kiss her.