A Pirate’s Wife (23 page)

I cannot fail. I cannot lose her.

Never!

†††

A month later, another storm hit them. The day

quickly turned into night as thunderous black clouds

formed in the sky.

The swells of the seas grew bigger and higher with

every passing minute. It looked terrifying. The waves stood

ten feet high, towering over them before they crashed down

on top of them. One mast broke because of the weight, and

the ship was tossed and rolled with every breaking wave.

High-speed winds went through them, leaving them

cold and helpless. A few of the men were tossed overboard

and Roberto instructed Rosa-Lee to stay down in the lower

decks where she helped, carrying water and comforting the

hurting men.

It went on for three days. The ship creaked

dangerously but kept together. Everyone tensed every time

another deafening crack vibrated through the woodwork,

holding their breaths until the ship rolled again. Exhausted,

the men fell down and slept in shifts during this time. The

cook prepared a warm stew that the men gobbled up. Their

arms felt heavy. Every muscle felt torn from the inside. The

doctor worked right through to aid the men in their

discomfort, salving blisters and torn muscles, removing

splinters, stitching up head wounds, bandaging broken

bones. They were in pitiful shape.

In all this time Rosa-Lee hardly saw Roberto, only

hearing his barking voice as he gave orders, demanded

action, motivated the men. His voice was scarcely audible

over the high wind and tossing waves. He hardly took a

break, irritated when she came close to offer him food or

water, sending her right back below.

Finally, when it became quieter, Roberto stumbled

into their cabin, soaked, exhausted. When she looked for

him later she found him sprawled on the bed, too tired to

bother with the wet clothes. He was snoring lightly, his

head pushed in the pillows, his black hair plastered against

his face. Softly she walked to him, just studying the broad

back, ripped shirt, the narrow waist with the incredible long

legs.

She knew she loved him. As she watched him, she

knew he was the one for her, the one she had waited for all

her life. She had no doubt in her mind any more. His love

warmed her up and she gave to him what he wanted, her

love.

At first, she hesitated, but she knew she could not

leave him in this state. She wanted to take care of him as he

had cared for her many times. She wanted him to know that

she cared more. With trembling hands she started to push

him to the side. She had to get to the buttons to strip the

wet clothes from his body.

The moment she touched him he was awake. Her

small hands were trying to roll him, pressing against his

body. He rolled on his back and watched her out of hazy

eyes, enjoying her touch on his skin. He watched the

emotions on her face, the tenderness as she looked at him,

her hands brushing over the length of him. A soft, womanly

smile played over her lips, dimples appearing. She was

lovely.

She struggled to remove his wet boots. They clung

to his feet and it took her awhile to dispose of them. He

smiled at the determination with which she did the task.

When she started with his breeches, he had to will himself

not to respond as she brushed against him, unaware of what

she did to him as she stripped the wet clothes from him. He

closed his eyes and relaxed under her stare, allowing her to

study him. He could feel her eyes raking over him, sure that

there must be a blush on her face.

Hard and beautiful he lay in front of her, his

muscles still tensed after the strenuous work. A soft mat of

black hair was on his chest trailing down to his manhood.

She allowed herself the freedom to let her eyes linger there

and swallowed as her own body reacted, moisture pooling

between her legs. He was stunning. She took in every

muscle on the toned body until she ended at his face with

the three-day-old stubble.

She reached for a towel, dried him, and then placed

the covers over him. When she started to leave, he spoke

sleepily. It startled her and she blushed, keeping her face

down. Just the mere thought of him lying there buck-naked

under the covers, the fact that she had just seen him so,

even though they were married, still caused the blood to

sing through her veins.

'Please. Stay with me,' he murmured, and then

appeared to doze off. She went back to his bed and the

moment she sat next to him, he turned on his side and his

arms encircled her, pulling her closer, and then he was gone

into sleep.

She watched him sleeping and enjoyed the feel of

his skin under her fingers, tracing the muscles on the broad

shoulder, following the arm. He rolled again, exposing his

chest for her, her hand touching the dark nipples with

curiosity as they hardened. She suppressed a giggle. He

really was a handsome one.

When she had removed his shirt she saw a few scars

on his back and on his stomach, evidence of the life he led.

She traced them, giving each one attention with her fingers,

brushing against him. He looked like the paintings they had

on the walls in the study at home; a portrait of masculinity

and beauty.

It made her skin tingle with pleasure. She could feel

him move closer. He turned once again, his head in her lap

and his bare back exposed for her to touch.

She caressed him softly, tracing the shoulder blades

with her hand, his skin soft but muscles hard, his breathing

rhythmic against her.

She was also tired after the storm and somewhere

during the night she dozed off, her head on her chest, her

long hair touching his back.

She awoke when a hand cupped a breast and when

she open her eyes, he was very close to her, his head lifted,

lying on her bosom. He tangled his hand into her hair,

bringing her head down, and then kissed her with a burning

passion. He lifted himself more against her and her arms

went around him, drawing him closer, opening her mouth.

The exploring of their tongues ignited fire in them both.

She could feel his hands busy with the lace of the bodice.

'I need you, my Rosa,' he whispered against her lips.

'Yes. Me too. It was too long.' She arched toward

him, his hand rough but yet soft on her bare skin.

'How much...?' he encouraged.

'I love you!' she finally could say, out of breath.

'Tell me again, how much?' His voice strained with

bottled up emotions, his hands untying the laces of her

skirt, pressing the material down. With a thump they fell on

the floor. He removed her petticoat, pressing kisses on her

flat stomach.

'I love you,' she managed to say again; butterflies

scattering around her stomach and throat. With a groan he

lifted himself, drawing her underneath him until they were

back on the bed, pressing her into the softness, and he

kissed her all over.

Her skin electrified under his touch. The sensations

of desire flooded her very being and she was ready for him.

Her body trembled under every touch as his fingers moved

into the core of her excitement.

Moans left her mouth that he smothered with his

own as she gasped. He took her to a high plain of heated

desire. She wrapped her legs around his hips, clamping

him, and then with a thrust he was in her, taking her,

claiming her as his own.

Her brain exploded with him inside of her. She felt

dizzy and said, 'I love you,' which brought him to a fruitful

climax.

To experience the wonder of his love after the storm

was too much and tears ran down her face. Her eyes shone

with adoration as she brought him closer and kissed him.

Roberto was in a blissful state of his own. He had

never had this kind of passion, never felt as intimate with a

woman as with his Rosa, kissing her with heated kisses,

hungry for her touch.

He held her, imbedded in her. She did not let go.

She whispered in his ear, 'More, my love,' and he complied,

whispering,

'I love you, my Rosa.' He turned her around as she

whimpered from the release. He smiled, stroking her lower

back to relax her, lifting her hips, exposing her. He took her

again. She gasped for breath.

Moans vibrated through her again as she reached for

the wall to steady herself to receive him. Again, their

rhythm synchronized as they came to an orgasmic scream,

breathless with desire.

He held her tight; laid his head on her back, running

his hands over her, and let them rest on her with delight.

Touching her, he could not remember the last time

he had experienced multiple orgasms in one.

Panting for breath, they dropped down on the

mattress, he still holding her into his body, spooning into

her as she lay on her side out of breath, her eyes closed.

Feeling her own heartbeat racing, she felt satiated,

her body trembling under his embrace. The mattress shifted

under his weight. He came up onto his knees as he turned

her over again, facing her, while he cuddled her in his

strong arms.

'My wife, my Rosa, I love you.'

'I love you, my love,' she whispered and they dozed

off into a wonderful carefree sleep.

17

Time moved on but yet stood still. They continued

with their discoveries. The ship moved, bringing them ever

closer to their destination, but for now they were blissfully

unaware of this. There nights were filled with exotic

adventure.

Rosa-Lee loved the flaming path his passion had

traced all through her body and showed him exactly how

much, giving in to everything he did, allowing him to take

her to new heights. His lips searched and kissed every part

of her. She found she had spots that responded more to

him. At those spots; he would linger longer, taking his

time, until she pleaded with him.

He did not disappoint, teaching her the things he

loved to do to her. In return, she could enjoy every part of

him, lingering at the places she came to recognize as his

most sensitive spots. She chuckled when he too pleaded

gruffly, her eyes shimmering.

It made her feel wanted and alive. On these times he

would whisper, 'I have created a monster,' in her ear, and

she chuckled with pleasure as he took her again.

He would whisper about his life and future with her,

sharing his heart, and she would do the same. There was no

end and no beginning. Everything began and ended with

each other.

Out of breath, a sheen of perspiration covering both

their bodies, he huskily said, 'You are extremely passionate,

my rose.'

'Do you enjoy it?' she asked with desire in her

voice.

'Yes I do. I love you Rosa-Lee de Ville. You have

made me the happiest man. I always had a longing to leave

this pirate's world behind but never had the reason, until I

met you. You are my reason to go back to being a farmer, if

you will have it?' he whispered during one of these nights.

He wanted to tell her so much but could not. But he did

want to assure her of a future with him.

'Yes, Roberto, those are beautiful words. But how,

my love?' she replied, out of breath and speechless. She

never expected it. He, leaving this world behind. Her

prayers were answered and she wrapped herself around him

and kissed him with joy bubbling over. He chuckled as

kisses rained on him. He knew that it fettered her mind

continuously.

'It is possible. Piracy was good to me, but the farm

is waiting. I want to farm and make it a success, for our

children one day.' Kissing her, his voice turned serious.

'But, my Rose, you will have to trust me from now

on to get us both out of the piracy life. You will have to be

strong, stronger than before. Our safety can only be

guaranteed with you trusting me.'

She lifted herself up, seeing the gravity of his words

and said, 'There are still things that I don't understand but I

will trust you unconditionally. You are my husband. Your

word means everything to me.'

'Where did I get you?' he sighed in contentment and

he pulled her closer.

'You kidnapped me out of my parent's house,

remember, Mr Pirate-man?' she chuckled.

He groaned and crushed her mouth with his again.

His Rosa.

†††

After weeks of marital bliss the crow master called

out, 'Land ahoy!'

As they watched the land mass growing in front of

them, Roberto became tense, silent. His voice sounded

strange when he spoke.

'It is the southern point of Madagascar. We still

have three days left and then we will be at the Isle of Saint

Marie at the house of the Falcon. There are things that I

still need to tell you, my Rosa,' he said, hesitance in his

voice.

'Yes, my love?' she lifted her trusting gaze to him.