The Admiral

James Morgan

It was a relief to know I had satisfied Arden. This is a first for us both but I’m not completely ignorant of certain things; drunk men like to share stories, so I paid attention.

Arden feels ready for me, and the way she grinds up into me makes me even more desperate to be inside her. I feel her small hand wrap around my length and guide me to her entrance. I push myself into her, just the tip at first, and feel her fingers grip my arm.

I watch her face closely for any sign she may want me to stop. When her head tilts back I see nothing but pain on her face, yet her heels push into me as if to guide me further.

She feels so small and fragile under me, the last thing I want to do is mess this up or hurt her, “Arden?”

Arden nods, “Don’t stop, James.”

“Arden, look at me.”

Her teary eyes find mine and I think she senses my confusion because she brings her lips up to meet mine, “I want this, please don’t stop,” she mutters into my lips.

I nod, and with our eyes locked on each other’s I slowly plunge myself into her. She feels so wet, tight, and hot that I start to have doubts about how long I’m going to be able to keep going.

As I move slowly in and out of her, I feel Arden’s body slowly begin to relax, and when she moans, I’m finally able to feel more at ease with what I’m doing to her.

“Christ Arden, you feel incredible.”

Arden gasps and I pause, “No, right there, slowly.”

I do as she says and feel her nails digging into my arms before she starts to convulse around my cock. Her orgasm sends me right over with her and I feel a spasm all over as I spill into her.

Arden mumbles something incoherent, and as I pull slowly out of her, I feel I’m still hard and slip easily back into her. Arden moans and starts to convulse all over again as I bury myself deep into her.

I collapse on top of her, trying not to crush her as I try to catch my breath, “Holy shit Arden.” I look over at her to see her soft face looking up at me. The way she bites her lip only makes me want to do this all over again, and as I devour her lips with mine, I get the feeling she doesn’t want to stop either.

Arden’s hand pushes me gently, guiding me to lie on my back. The way she blushes as she straddles me hits me in the heart. I’m the only one to ever see this side of her, and I sit up to kiss her, holding her close as she begins to move her hips.

“You’re beautiful,” I hear myself say, but my voice is so raw it doesn’t sound like mine.

I could feel Arden trying to find her pleasure as she ground slowly against me. I take pleasure in watching her have her way with me and all the faces she made when she felt something she liked more than before.

We were lost in each other like this for hours. At some point, we fell asleep, but when Arden pushed her ass into my groin as I held her from behind it was enough to start us all over again. When I had her bent over the table and she nearly collapsed after her orgasm I put an end to the frivolities for the night.

When the sunlight hit my face through the open window, I woke up to find Arden walking around the cottage. I sit up on the edge of the bed and watch the way she moves around the room looking for her discarded clothes. When she turns around to see me watching her my brows shoot up on their own.

Arden’s face is unreadable as she saunters over and stands before me in all her glory. The scar on her belly taunts me, and I begin to kiss it, feeling Arden weakening with each kiss.

It must be hard for her to see that scar every day. There’s nothing elegant about it, it’s violent, rough, and reminds her of what she lost every single day. It’s no wonder she’s locked herself up for all these years.

Arden’s fingers weave into my hair and she makes me look up at her. She kisses me so possessively it drives me insane with desire for her, but she pulls her lips away as my hands begin to grip her ass. “We can’t start, we need to get dressed and go.”

“Where are we going?”

“To the inn. We’re already late, and after what happened to Headquarters, we don’t exactly have a lot of time to spare.”

I growl to show my displeasure and plant one last kiss on her belly before getting to my feet. Arden smirks and blatantly lets her eyes roam my body as she backs up to put on her clothes.

We quickly made our way through the tunnel towards the inn, and when we reached the barred gate young Jack was already waiting for us.

“Good morning, Jack,” Arden says as we approach. “Is he here?”

“Yes, they’re waiting upstairs, room 7,” Jack says locking the gate behind us, “there’s some food ready for you upstairs if you’re hungry.”

The look in Arden's eyes, as she looks me over, screams she’s talking about something other than food, “Absolutely ravenous.”

We follow Jack upstairs to room 7. Arden opens the door and leads us inside where some familiar and unfamiliar faces all look at us.

Captain Debang and Giddeon both acknowledged me with a polite nod. There’s another man who stands and offers me his hand. He has long black hair and wears eyeglasses on the tip of his nose. By his face I’d say he was a scholar, but his build contradicts his face and yells warrior.

“Good morning, Master Morgan, my name is Edward Hope,” we shake hands, and he motions for me to join them at the table.

I notice Arden stays by the door as I sit. Jack places a loaded plate of food and drink in front of me and heads out the door. I share one last look before Arden before she follows him out and quietly closes the door. For whatever reason I get the sinking feeling I might never see her again.