Olvia [R-18]

She was burning with arousal, yet too shy to meet his gaze. Her heart pounded so hard, she feared it might leap from her chest. A fine sheen of sweat dotted her forehead as her breath hitched in her throat. But Jack, ever the confidante, didn't pass the reins to her. With a firm grip on her waist, he rose and reversed their positions. Her legs instinctively coiled around his waist, their bodies pressed together in a way that sent sparks of electric desire coursing through her veins.

Jack leaned over her, his icy-blue eyes sparkling with a boldness that made her heart skip a beat. He pressed a kiss to the base of her neck, a chill rushing through her veins despite the heat of the moment. She gasped at the contact, her hands clutching his shoulders for support. His lips continued their trail downward, each kiss like a mark of his desire.

"Jack," she breathed out, her voice barely a whisper. The sensation of his lips against her skin was overwhelming, a heady combination of fear, excitement, and unadulterated desire.

"Ssshh," he whispered against her skin, his warm breath causing her to shiver. "Trust me, Olvia."

His reassurance coaxed her to let go of her inhibitions. She nodded, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. Jack took this as his cue to proceed. With deft fingers, he began to undress her. Each layer removed only increased their anticipation, the air between them charged with a tangible desire.

Once he had her down to her lingerie, he paused, taking a moment to admire her. She was beautiful, her flushed skin glowing in the soft moonlight. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession, her nervousness and anticipation mingling together.

"You're stunning, Olvia," he murmured, tracing a finger along her collarbone. His compliment brought a shy smile to her lips, her cheeks glowing a soft pink.

"Thank you, Jack," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

He continued his descent, peppering her skin with soft, open-mouthed kisses. Each caress of his lips was like a jolt of electricity, her body trembling under his touch. His hands traced patterns along her sides, the action both soothing and tantalizing.

Her breath hitched when he reached the clasp of her bra. He looked up at her, his eyes questioning. "Can I?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes."

He undid the clasp with a practiced hand, his gaze never leaving hers. With each piece of clothing removed, she felt more exposed, more vulnerable. But there was a strength in her vulnerability, a sense of trust and intimacy that she'd never experienced before. She was baring herself to him, in more ways than one, and it felt liberating.

There was a brief pause, the silence heavy with their shared desire. And then, he began to explore her body with his hands and lips, each touch eliciting gasps and moans from her.

He playfully bit and nibbled her peaks, his teeth grazing against her sensitive skin, causing a spark of pleasurable pain to jolt through her body. Her back arched off the deck of the ship, a gasp escaping her lips. Jack's smirk was wicked as he continued his gentle assault, his hands roaming across her body, exploring every inch of her. The ocean breeze brushed against her exposed skin, the contrast of the cool wind and his warm touch making her shiver.

"Jack…" she moaned, her fingers entwining in his hair, tugging slightly. His name on her lips was like sweet music to his ears, the sound only encouraging him further.

He looked up, locking eyes with her. His icy-blue gaze was filled with a raw, intense desire that caused her heart to flutter. He moved up, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled, the taste of him intoxicating. His arms snaked around her, holding her close to him as the kiss deepened.

Feeling bold, she let her hands roam over his muscular body. Every ripple, every contour of his muscles was like a roadmap guiding her. She could feel his heart hammering against his chest, the rhythm matching her own.

His hands slid lower, tracing the line of her waist and finally resting on the elastic band of her underwear. His fingers toyed with the fabric, his eyes never leaving hers. His silent question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation.

Olvia's breath hitched in her throat, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She nodded, giving him her silent permission. With a slight smile, he slowly slid down her underwear, discarding it alongside the rest of their clothes.

She felt bare, the cool breeze against her heated skin, the moonlight casting shadows over her body. But there was no room for embarrassment or shyness. Not when she was with Jack. He made her feel desired, cherished. He made her feel like the only woman in the world.

He peppered her skin with kisses, each one an affirmation of his desire for her. His hands roamed over her body, his touch creating a wildfire in her veins. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she struggled to control her moans.

"Olvia…" he murmured against her skin, his voice filled with so much desire that it made her shiver.

"Jack…" she whimpered, clutching at him. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming. She was on the brink, teetering at the edge. His thumb found her center, his touch gentle yet firm. She gasped, a moan ripping from her throat. It was too much, and yet not enough.

Suddenly, he was over her, his body covering hers, his skin pressed against hers. His gaze was intense, his eyes burning into hers. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low, laced with anticipation.

She nodded, meeting his gaze head-on. "Yes."

With her affirmation, he gently entered into her wet folds, the sudden invasion causing her to gasp. It was a moment of exquisite pain and pleasure, the sensation overwhelming. He began to move, each thrust bringing them closer together.

She rose to meet his movements, their bodies entwining as one. Her nails dug into his skin, but he didn't complain. He enjoyed the sensation of her nails against his back, proof that she was with him at that moment. That she wanted him.

Her nails scraped against his back as he rocked against her, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

"Jack…" she gasped, her breath coming out in labored gasps.

"I've got you," he assured her, his voice low and hoarse. He held her close, and she could feel the sweat collecting on his forehead, the heat of their passion echoing between them.

"Jack…" she moaned, the pleasurable pain intensifying with every thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her body aching to feel him closer than he already was.

"Jack…" she moaned, her body trembling under him. Her hands clung to his broad shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she matched his rhythm.

Their bodies moved in sync, the only sounds being their labored breathing and the ocean waves crashing against the side of the ship. Their shared desire filled the air, the intensity only increasing as they neared their climax.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, their moans swallowed by each other. His thrusts became erratic, the pleasure peaking. Her body tensed, a feeling of overwhelming pleasure washing over her.

The world blurred, her vision filled with Jack. His name escaped from her lips in a breathless gasp, her body trembling under the onslaught of pleasure.

He met her gaze, his hands resting on either side of her head. He leaned down, his lips hovering over hers. "Let go," he whispered against her lips, his breath warm against her skin.

She gasped as the orgasm ripped through her, her entire body trembling.

"Jack…" she moaned, her nails digging into his back. The sound of his name on her lips was all it took. With one final thrust, he let out a deep groan, and she felt him release inside of her.

It was a moment of devastating intimacy, their bodies entwined with each other, their pleasure mixing together. She felt him shudder against her, and she clung to him, her fingers digging into his back as she struggled to catch her breath.

With every breath she took, she could feel the bond between them strengthening. It was as if she could feel the very essence of him within her.

And then, it was over. He collapsed next to her, pulling her into his arms. His heart was racing, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She nestled her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Their bodies were intertwined, their skin glistening with sweat. They lay on the deck of the ship, basking in the afterglow, the moon casting a soft glow over them.

"Olvia," he murmured, his voice hoarse. His fingers traced circles on her skin, the touch soothing.

"Yes?" she answered, her voice barely audible. She felt exhausted, her body relaxed, but there was a feeling of contentment that wrapped around her like a warm blanket.

"I…" he began, but his words were swallowed by a sudden wave of sleepiness. They drifted off to sleep, their bodies entangled, their hearts beating in sync.

A gentle lullaby of the waves against the ship and the wind rustling against the sails sang them to sleep. The ship, their sanctuary, carrying them across the vast expanse of the ocean under the watchful gaze of the stars.

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