Rose: You were gorgeous just as you were: panting, a dazed look in your eyes, and aching for more. Such a beautiful creature and you were completely his to ravish and worship.

“You look stunning,” he whispered before leaning down to capture your lips. A feverish kiss that hung on the edge of lust, gripping onto the cliff for as long as possible.

He wanted to take his time and enjoy what you were giving him. Your soft body against his, the sounds you made, how you felt wrapped up in his arms: he never wanted this moment to end, and then in the heat of the moment, you moaned for him.

“Captain.”

Your voice dripping with blissful ecstasy sent shivers down his spine. Gripping your waist even tighter, his eyes fluttered shut from the euphoria cascading down his body.

“Say it again,” he breathed in an almost needy manner. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your flush against him. He buried his head into the mattress, his pants and moans bathing the crook of your neck.

His sweat kissed body rolled against yours, letting each slow thrust strike that spot deep within your walls perfectly. The jolts of pleasure made you shudder and through the gasps and groans, you gave him what he asked for: 

“Captain.” The shaky delivery made it that much sweeter. “My loving Captain.” 

A soft moan escaped him as he pulled you impossibly closer, clinging onto you for dear life. His hips thrust more unevenly, alluding to his approaching climax. The tip of his length hit that spot just right, causing your drenched walls to spasm around him. Your nails dug into his back as your own need for release teetered on that much sought after edge.

His hands slid down your back and gripped your ass. The pleasure dripping moans were mixing in harmony the further he drove into you. With the room practically spinning from the blood rushing to where he wanted you most, there were merely a few choked gasps before you felt his white hot desire spilling into you.

Shared gasps and moans of release were mixed in hot breaths between you both. Ragged voices and shaky forms: you held onto each other as you both came down from your high. He planted firm, yet affectionate kisses on the side of your face and whispered sweet nothings to you, while his cum began to drip out of you.

Kensei: The enthusiasm coursing through you tonight was unmatched. Your petite frame bouncing on top of him, your adorable face wearing an erotic expression, and those sweet sounds coming out just for him: he adored watching you. You were a masterpiece, and he could never get enough of you.

His hands timidly gripped your thighs, kneading them feverishly as he attempted to control himself. The heat on his face deepened from pink to red because his eyes couldn’t be pried from the hypnotic bounce of your breasts. His touch traveled further up your body, groping each gentle shake of your curves. Biting his lower lip, he then shut his eyes in hopes of holding on to that last shred of control he had.

You were making it so difficult for him, though. Your walls clenched around him, creaming on his length the more of him you forced into yourself. You were close—he could feel it, and he knew as soon as you came he would be following suit.

Leaning down, your hands gripped his abs tightly. Small crescent shapes were imprinted on his tanned skin, marking him as yours. The low groan couldn’t be helped; he could never deny the satisfaction he got from your love marks. Proof of your shared ecstasy that lingered on his body felt like a trophy to be won. A dirty secret he’d keep to himself, but each time his eyes caught sight of them, he’d find himself yearning for your next encounter.

With each one of your movements getting more and more desperate, your hold on him was becoming unbearable. His control was making a feeble attempt to hide, but those heavenly sounds and frantic bouncing reached in deep to pull out that response you were after.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips and backside. The tight expression he wore began loosening, as if undressing to the sound of your siren’s song. You could feel yourself coming undone, unable to resist throwing yourself into the gale force winds of ecstasy.

“Captain!” You cried out as the pleasure reached a fever pitch.

Your cries of euphoric release were instantly chased by the climatic grunts of your lover. You’d torn away any lingering sense of control he thought he had when you screamed for him. Never once calling him that in bed, he was flooded with a whirlwind of emotions. Embarrassment twisted within the erotic air between you, leaving his face a bright red yet his body entirely satisfied.

Looking down at him, you couldn’t help the smirk on your face. “You like when I call you that?” You cooed at him, walking your fingers up his chest. You hummed at the shudder his body gave under your touch.

“You just caught me off guard.” He did his best to lie, but even he knew it was unconvincing. The slight pout he gave was unintentionally adorable. You leaned down to kiss his flushed cheek and wrapped your arms around him.

“Don’t worry, it can be just between us.”

Love: Moments of passion were constantly reigniting the flame between the both of you. The fire in your relationship burned with an intensity that could scorch the soul. Being more interested in the experimental aspects of sex, neither of you shied away from kinky names or role-play. That being said, some of the occasional names thrown in to spice things up got more of a response than others.

The thrill of being under him, serving your Captain in a way that only you were given the pleasure of doing, was making you wild. You tugged him closer, yearning for more of him, to which he was eager to oblige.

Tongues swirling around each other in a dance of mutual love and lust made you hungry for more. When he finally pushed inside of you, it was as if the floodgates had been opened. Your body took to him without hesitation, letting the deliberate thrusts and lewd exchanges of shared want engulf you.

“Oh, fuck yes!” You gasped. “Right there, Captain!” His title hung on your quivering lips. It never sounded so good before.

“You like that?” He groaned as he pumped into you. “You like when your Captain treats you right?” The soft mewls coming from you were nearly enough to push him over the edge, but he needed more of you—needed to feel you cum.

Your nails raked down his back when he pulled you in closer. His full length filled you to the brim as it pounded against the sweet spot. The cream of your arousal coated him, greedily claiming every inch of him for yourself.

“Come on, baby,” he panted. “Let me hear you say it again.”

With the slapping of your wet bodies filling the room and the sweet musk of sex flooding your senses, you could barely keep your head on straight. In a lustful moan you gave into him, “Fuck me, Captain!” Your nails dug into him even deeper, ensuring there would be a mark left behind to serve as a reminder of your heated encounter.

The jolts of pleasure shook you to your core from his increasing pace. His frenzied thrusts were pushing you past your limits. Cries drenched in depraved ecstasy graced his ears, only making him more determined to make you cum.

He reached down between you and let his fingers act on their own accord, swirling around your sensitive clit to squeeze out every last drop from you. “That’s it, cum for your Captain,” he said breathlessly, needing this release just as much as you.