X Marks the Spot (Part 2)
“Ravage ye, eh? I think I can do that.”
And with that, Jo swept Hetty up in a hungry kiss. Hetty groaned, drunk on the feeling of Jo’s lips on her. She was turning into putty in her arms.
Hetty’s hands blindly crawled up to Jo’s half buttoned blouse, attempting to undo the rest with shaky hands, before growling into Jo’s mouth and tearing the shirt wide open, buttons flying before popping back into place, shirt thankfully still open.
Jo broke the kiss with a gasp, looking at Hetty with a challenge in her eyes.
“Aye, are we rippin’ things now?”
Hetty gave a petulant whine before chasing Jo’s lips again. Jo nipped at her lip before reaching up to Hetty’s bodice, fingers winding into the spaces where the many buttons met, and pulled with shocking strength, ripping her bodice wide open.
“Oh god!” Hetty shrieked, her whole body flushed and heaving, a shockwave of heat going straight to her core. Jo went straight for her collarbone, nipping and sucking her way down her chest, gently tugging her chemise.
“Off?”
“Yes, oh god, off!”
And with that, Jo swept Hetty up into a bridal carry, causing Hetty to squeal with delight, before gently tossing her onto the bed and crawling on top of her.
“Now, I’m still learnin’ these ‘ghost rules’, but I think as long as we’re touchin’ the clothes in some way, they’ll stay put, aye?”
Hetty nodded, flushed and wriggly against her. Jo leaned down and gave her a brief but heated kiss.
“Good. One more thing.” She grabbed Hetty’s face, pausing her unrest and willing her to look her in the eyes. “The… wire. I understand if ye aren’t comfortable, but… I want to see you. All of you.”
Hetty’s breath caught in her chest for a moment. The level of care and adoration in Jo’s eyes burned her from the inside out. She swallowed the lump in her throat, tears threatening to spill as she exhaled.
“…Yes. I want… I want that too.”
Jo smiled, brushing a stray hair behind Hetty’s ear, before she reached up, pulling Jo down on top of her and crushing their lips together once more, a moan escaping both of their lips.
Feeling Hetty pushing onto Jo’s vest, willing her shirt off, she laughed, and began to tug her blouse and vest off, before shoving it under her knee. She paused for a moment, waiting to see if it would pop back into place and when it stayed put, she sighed in relief before continuing her attack on Hetty’s lips and jaw.
Hetty pushed her back, taking in the now truly half naked woman above her. A delicate pink rose to her cheeks, as hesitant hands reached up towards her.
“Its alright, love.” Jo smiled down at her, soft and patient.
Hetty bit her lip, trembling hands reaching up to explore Jo’s muscular arms, the hard planes of her well-earned abdomen, before making her way up to her breasts, ghosting her fingertips over them. Jo gasped, head flying back.
It was Hetty’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “No undergarments, then?”
Jo let out a breathless laugh. “Nah, lass. ‘‘Twas a signature move of mine to whip out a breast when makin’ the final blow, makes the victory that much sweeter knowin’ they know they’ve been bested by a woman.”
Hetty smiled for a moment at Jo getting lost in the memory, before smirking and pressing harder onto her breasts, sweeping across her nipples with her thumbs. “Absolutely deplorable.”
“Ahh!” Jo exclaimed as the sharp pang of arousal coursed through her bones. She bit her lip, looking down at Hetty, far too many layers still on.
“Please love, let me take care of ya.”
She exhaled shakily as Jo slowly slid one arm out of her bodice sleeve, then another, as steady as her now vibrating hands could possibly allow. Hetty nipped and kissed anywhere her mouth could find purchase on Jo as she finally released her from the busks of her corset and undid her many skirts. She pulled Hetty to her, dragging her clothes along her skin as she carefully arranged them underneath her and laid her back down. Jo placed gentle kisses on her nape as she reached up to the lace, a final question in her eyes. With a watery smile, Hetty nodded, and Jo took off the final layer, her chemise tickling her skin as Jo finally removed it.
Jo had never been so delicate, so careful, as she meticulously unraveled the wire around Hetty’s neck, tying it in a knot around Hetty’s wrist. She felt a pang in her chest as she stared at her poor bruised and battered throat, before leaning in and pressing delicate kisses to it, hoping with everything she had that she could provide just a moment of reprieve from the dull pain Jo was sure she constantly felt.
Hetty let out a sob of relief, pulling Jo tight to her, never wanting to let go.
After a moment, Hetty’s grip loosened and Jo leaned back, taking her in. She was more gorgeous than Jo could’ve ever imagined, her flushed cheeks and swollen lips a perfect picture. she noticed her chest was flushed a delicate pink, perfectly framing her gorgeous breasts. She stared for a moment in absolute awe, lips parted slightly.
Hetty raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “Are you going to keep gawking at me or are you going to do something?”
Jo laughed, finger trailing down her chest to her belly button, eliciting a sharp gasp from Hetty. “I’m quite good at multitaskin’.”
Hetty rolled her eyes, scoffing, before grabbing her shoulders and pulling Jo in for another kiss. She smiled into the kiss, heart fluttering, before the kiss once again began to heat up.
Jo groaned, causing another wave of desire to pool at Hetty’s core.
“Please Hetty- can I taste ya?”
Hetty threw her head back, a sharp whine escaping her lips. “Oh my— yes.”
Jo kissed her again, pulling another whimper from her, leaving her breathless, as she moved to suck and nip at her collarbone, wishing she could leave a mark. She continued to move down, before stopping at her breasts, looking up into Hetty’s eyes as she slowly took a nipple into her mouth. Hetty gasped, hands flying up into your hair in a desperate attempt to keep her there. Jo’s hand snaked up her body, playing with her other nipple as her tongue continued to swirl around her. She cried out.
“More!”
Jo hummed, causing Hetty’s eyes to roll back into her skull, head resting against the pillow. Jo pulled herself over to her other nipple, licking a stripe over it before blowing on it, causing Hetty’s whole body to shiver. She spent a few moments lavishing this nipple the way she did the first, before continuing to make her way down Hetty’s body. She squirmed as Jo kissed down her body, ghosting over her core before passing it completely, kissing her calves before throwing them over her shoulders. She groaned, growing needier by the second. Jo chuckled as she began to sloppily kiss up her inner thighs, before her mouth ghosted once again over where she needed Jo most. She gasped, her hips bucking in an attempt to get more friction. Jo placed a firm hand on her stomach, pushing her hips back down.
“Please, Jo- I need-”
Jo looked up at her, smirking.
“The Hetty Woodstone beggin’? Never thought I’d see the day…”
She huffed, opening her mouth to retort, before Jo dove in, licking the entire length of her pussy. She cried out, back arching, her phantom hands trying desperately to grip the bed sheets. She was impossibly wet, her neediness covering Jo’s face. She was drinking her in, intent on taking as much musky sweetness as Hetty could give. Jo’s mouth traveled to her clit, suckling on the bundle of nerves, causing her to cry out once again. Her moans were coming in short bursts as Jo began to fuck her with her tongue, going as deep as she could go. She felt Hetty’s walls begin to flutter around her, causing her to groan into her. She was teetering on the edge.
“Jo— I’m—I—”
She looked up at her as she pressed her thumb to her clit, matching the pace she set with her tongue, quickly sending Hetty over the edge. She came with the scream of Jo’s name on her lips, over and over again, a sound as sweet as honey to her ears as she continued to lick her through her orgasm, getting every last drop of her. Jo’s mouth slowly trailed her way up Hetty’s now boneless body, before finally making it back to her lips, languidly kissing them. She moaned into Jo’s mouth at the taste of herself on her tongue, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her impossibly close. After a moment she broke the kiss, chest heaving.
“You’re… quite good at that.”
Jo’s eyes widened before barking out a laugh, unable to stop herself. After a moment, Hetty joined in as Jo flopped down beside her, a mess of tangled limbs and floaty giggles.
As their laughter died down, they stared deep into eachothers eyes between soft touches and delicate kisses. For the first time in a long time, Hetty felt light. Safe. Content.
Content… but still hungry.
After a while, she sat up, looking down at an adoring Jo.
“You know,” she mused as she tilted her head, “What I lack in experience I do make up for in… enthusiasm.”
Jo quickly perked up, mischievous smirk back in full force.
“Enthusiasm, eh?”
Hetty hummed, trailing her finger down Jo’s chest, causing the pirate to shiver.
“Mm, indeed. And I am a very quick study.” Hetty pulled Jo close once again, lips ghosting over hers.
“So teach me.”