The Red Drifter of the Sea (Pirates of the Isles #3) - Celeste Barclay Page 0,51

his hand smacked her backside with a ringing echo in the cabin. He brought his hand down over and over, each spanking sparking an aggressiveness he didn’t expect in Moira. She moved faster and with more determination each time he left her bottom stinging.

“You’re enjoying this,” Kyle said, uncertain whether he meant it as a statement or a question.

“Yes,” Moira growled. She leaned back and rode him until a smothered scream tried to escape her throat. Her fingers clawed his chest as her body seized. Kyle rolled them once more, slamming into her over and over until he pulled free, his seed coating her breasts and throat. He pinched each nipple once more, making Moira shudder. He moved aside, reaching over Moira to drop the gold chain on the floor before he glided his hand over her hip until he grasped the plug. With all the gentleness he could muster, he eased the device from her rosebud before climbing over Moira and taking it to the bowl on the washstand. He wiped himself clean with a damp cloth before returning to the bed. He perched on the edge as Moira watched him. He shook his head when she tried to take the cloth from him as he pressed her legs apart.

“Let me tend to you in every way, Moira. Let me see to all of your needs, not just your pleasure,” Kyle explained. When he was through and the cloth laid in the bowl too, he drew the covers over them both. “How do you feel?”

“Sleepy. My body is boneless, and my mind is clear. Everything feels warm and cheery. I ache for more while being sated at the same time. Never did I imagine coupling could be like that,” Moira confessed. Kyle’s arm rested beneath her neck, and his fingers and thumb glided over her skin, sending a delightful shiver down Moira’s back. She sighed as her eyes drifted closed.

“I didn’t know it could be like that either,” Kyle admitted. Moira’s eyes flew open, the look of confusion clear. “Yes, I have used those kinds of implements with women before and taken pleasure in the coupling, but never did it consume me so fully. The ship could have burned down around my ears, and I wouldn’t have noticed. All I could think about was being inside you, how if felt each time you climaxed. Moira, I nearly didn’t pull out. I nearly gave in to the need to finish inside you.”

Moira adjusted her head to look up at him as she tried to understand what he was and wasn’t telling her. “What do you mean ‘those kinds of implements?’ Have you not used those very ones before?”

“No, I haven’t. Women in Ireland and Scotland aren’t usually so adventurous with such things. Lusty and hungry, but few are prepared for that kind of unknown.”

“Then why do you have them? Saving them for when someone would agree? Am I the first to?”

“Aye. Moira, you may be the only one. I can’t imagine sharing with another woman what I just did with you. It was my wildest dreams come true.”

“I never imagined such things, so I can’t say that I’ve dreamed of it before.” Moira’s lips twitched until she offered Kyle a broad grin. “But I suspect I will every night from now on.”

They laid in silence as they both luxuriated in the afterglow of their time together, but something Kyle said lingered in Moira’s mind. She mulled it over, but she couldn’t accept her interpretation.

What did he mean, I may be the only one? Surely, he isn’t suddenly going to stop tupping women once I’m gone, and I don’t think he’s suddenly going to change what he enjoys. There must be another woman on the British Isles who would enjoy the devices too. I can’t be the only one.

“What are you thinking about, sweet one?” Kyle’s voice broke through Moira’s thoughts. If he’d said anything else, they might lull her to sleep.

“I was thinking about what you said. I can’t imagine how I’ll be the only one you use those with,” Moira stated. Kyle rolled toward her, so she laid flat on her back. He kissed her lips, but only for a moment before trailing kisses along her cheekbone to her jaw, then down her neck, to the hollow at its base. He dropped a light kiss on each nipple, the skin starting to flatten.

“I think you’ll be the only one because no one and nothing can compare to what’s passed