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“Spread your legs for me, darling. That’s it.” The Captain kept them apart with his hand and hook pressed gently against her inner thighs. “Gods, you look delicious, Princess,” he smiled, his face mere inches above her core.
He was several lifetimes her senior, if his tales of Neverland were to be believed, his hair highlighted by traces of silver with a well-trimmed, salt-and-pepper beard to match. Emma knew she should be anywhere but here, and yet it was the only place she wanted to be, splayed out naked before him on his bed aboard his ship.
She could practically feel his scruff on her skin as it just barely missed her while he spoke, gasping when it brushed against her clit as he placed a tender kiss to her flesh just above her most sensitive spot. He stared back at her as he slowly stuck out his tongue and flattened it against her, humming as she jumped at his touch, holding her steady as he dragged it through her folds before giving her clit a firm suck.
“Positively divine,” he moaned, repeating the motion several times, drawing forth more of her arousal.
“Captain, please,” Emma whined. His breath felt warm on her skin as a fire burned low in her belly, a desire for which she was already desperate, the softness of his tongue and lips not nearly enough and yet altogether too much. She bucked into his expert mouth as he laved over her sodden flesh. “Yes please, Captain!” Emma begged.
But as her legs began to quiver, the Captain stopped.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he cooed with a devilish smirk as he dragged his scruff against her leg down to her knee and kissed his way back along the path. “You want to be a good girl for your Captain, don’t you?”
Emma made her frustration clear, huffing as he trailed wet kisses along the creases of her thighs and avoided where she needed him to return.
“Yes, Captain,” she answered begrudgingly, but it seemed to have satisfied him enough that he gave her clit another teasing lick.
“Then don’t come until I tell you.”