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tighter in his hair as she held him against her.
    Rolfe continued to suck her clit as she came. Time and again, she rode the waves of ecstasy as his mouth worked its magic on her.
    After a few moments, the world righted itself and Celia released the death-grip she had on him. Instinctively, she smoothed her hands over his head. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to pull your hair like that."
    He grinned. "I didn’t mind in the least, Kitty." He slid up the bed until he lay beside her. "There’s only one problem."
    Raising herself on one arm, she faced him. "What’s that?"
    Rolfe took her free hand and placed it on his hard cock. "The sounds you made while being pleasured excited the hell out of me, my lady." His voice was low and husky.
    "Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?" She pushed him on his back and straddled his hips as he tore open a foil packet and sheathed himself. Her thigh-high boots were still on, and her body hummed hotter as they continued acting out this sexy fantasy.
    Leveraging herself on his chest, she eased down until her pussy touched the head of his penis. She sat up straighter, undulating her hips, little by little, until the entire length of his thick cock filled her. She savored the feel of him within her, stretching her inner walls so deliciously. She clenched her muscles to test the pleasure gauge.
    It was off the charts.
    Groaning, her pirate lover grabbed her waist and thrust strongly beneath her.
    "Damn, you’re good," she said, loving the way he filled her so completely.
    "I aim to please, wench," he growled, plunging deeper.
    Celia arched her back and played with her breasts as she rode him. Below her, in his mask and open shirt, he looked like a dangerously sexy swashbuckler straight out of a fantasy. Still in her cat woman mask and spiked-heel boots, the thought of how they must look turned her on even more.
    She stuck her middle finger into her mouth and sucked on it, watching him as he watched her. She kept time perfectly between sucking and riding his cock. Slowly, she withdrew her finger and trailed it across her swollen bottom lip, then lower to swirl it around her hardened nipple. She dipped lower still and rubbed her clit, moaning as she found the sweet spot.
    As his cock moved inside her, her finger matched the tempo. Nothing had ever felt as good as this. Nothing. The familiar warmth spread like wildfire through her muscles, and she wished she could hold on to the lovely feeling, but it was fast and furious and carried her over the edge in a rush of pure pleasure.
    "You’re...so...fucking...sexy." He slammed into her with each word. When she cried out in orgasm, he anchored her hips and buried himself to the hilt, joining her in an explosion of carnal delight.
    Collapsing onto him, the sound of music vaguely penetrated Celia’s mind. She raised herself off Rolfe’s chest and listened. "What’s that noise?"
    "Sounds like the Stones—Satisfaction, I think."
    She grinned. Satisfaction was something she’d definitely gotten with Rolfe. "But this is a pirate ship. The Rolling Stones haven’t even been born yet." She giggled. "Well, most of them anyway."
    He chuckled. "True. But there is a ball going on out there, after all. With dancing, eating, partying. That sort of thing."
    Celia traced the fullness of his lower lip. "I feel very naughty."
    "As well you should. You’re a very naughty wench indeed." Rolfe nipped her finger playfully.
    "Shall we join the Stones on the deck, captain?"
    An electronic chirp vibrated through the room.
    Rolfe rolled them to their sides and leaned over to nibble her ear. The chirping came again. He groaned and swung his legs off the bed. "Give me a moment, would you?"
    Celia watched him walk away. He looked delicious in his sexy pirate outfit with the open shirt barely hitting his naked waist. She bit her lip as she gazed at his firm, bare ass. Damn, the man was yummy. Her pussy tingled just looking at him.
    Rolfe hit a small button