BLURRY IMAGES FLASHED through my mind as I remembered the previous evening. I wasn’t sure how much alcohol we ended up consuming, but every ounce of it was threatening to make a repeat performance this morning.

Peter didn’t open his eyes as he muttered, “If you plan on going another round, you will either need to take this one by yourself or give me a few minutes.”

My cheek heated, “I haven’t the slightest idea what you are talking about.”

I frowned because my mouth felt like I’d slept with gym socks stuffed in it.

A low laugh came from the sleeping form beside me. “You are joking, right? I mean, you were insatiable. There was once against the door, another time on the chair and then twice in our berth.”

“I fell off the chair. Good Lord!” I exclaimed, as I a slow flush covered my cheeks.

More and more of the previous evening flitted across my mind. I had yanked his pants down exposing that beautiful ass before we had made it inside of the room. The second the door was closed I was cupping his balls and sinking to my knees.

I hadn’t sucked his cock for more than a minute before I found myself shoved against the door and my clothes being stripped off. He was in me in seconds. The slight burn from the sudden invasion had made it even more amazing. My head had fallen back and cracked against the wood door, and he slammed into me repeatedly.

I wish I could say that I gave him time to rest, but right after we had reached completion, I had felt the need to have him close again. I wanted to be joined with him always. It made perfect sense when you are whiskey soused and singing like a banshee.

I remembered singing a bawdy tune about a barmaid that fucked all the men in the town and came back for the women in the second round. Good grief, there was a reason I didn’t drink to excess.

When Peter had said that if I sang one more song he would take me over his knee, I started singing in my loudest voice. I told him that a spanking was just what this naughty pirate needed.

“How much do you remember of last night?” I asked tentatively.

Both eyes opened with that, and he smiled that sex on a stick smile that had my heart melting.

And then in a deep baritone, he began to sing, “There once was a gal named Sal, who strangely adored her wooden dowel. With lust and with need she rode her trusty steed and never cared how loud she did howl.”

I giggled, “That was a good one.”

He smiled back at me, “Thank you, but I can’t take credit for it. I think you and Alex co-wrote it during your rum phase.”

I winced, “We had rum?”

He nodded, “When the wine ran out.”

“Did I beg you for a spanking?” I asked hesitantly. My ass felt sore, and I wanted to know how bad I had acted.

He nodded again, “You were screaming about how naughty you were and how you needed to be punished. Puck pounded on the door and said that if I didn’t tan your hide, he bloody well would.”

Crap on a cracker.

This big man had taken me over his knee while he sat in the lone chair of our cabin. One solid smack after the other rained down, peppering my ass cheeks with stinging bites. It had been brilliantly arousing, and I had begged him to take me, fuck me, and spank me again.

“Remind me never to drink again,” I muttered, as Peter grinned at my discomfort.

“Don’t worry too much, my love. Everyone else was just as intoxicated as you were. There wasn’t anyone who could say they were well behaved.”

I grumbled something and got out of bed to sneak off to The Head to pee. My body rebelled the moment I was upright, and I fought to keep my stomach from flipping inside out. My head pounded and even my toenails hurt.

I hadn’t the slightest idea what was going on with me, but I knew I needed some privacy.

Once I had used the bathroom, I came back feeling better with my teeth brushed, and my tangled hair pulled up into a messy bun. Peter was right where I had left him on the bed.

“You are getting old,” I teased.

Peter’s eyes had been on me the moment I had opened the door. He had a way of making me feel that I was the only woman alive that mattered. I am not going to lie and say it didn’t feel incredible.

His eyes glinted, “Do you want me to rub your sore ass?”

Let’s get one thing straight, Peter could touch any part of me at any time and it would always be a good idea.

I dropped the robe that I had wrapped around me to go to The Head. Then I climbed back in bed and turned my back to him. He pulled me close until my back was flush with his broad chest. Then he lifted my leg and moved it back a bit so that I was opened to him.

His fingers began to softly stroke my folds. My eyes rolled back, and I bit my lip, and a low moan erupted from my lips.

He slipped a finger inside of me and pumped it in and out having a second finger join the first. I panted with increased need as he scissored his fingers, grinding and rubbing my slit so well that I was on the cusp of coming.

“Peter,” I panted his name, wanting him inside of me, around me, claiming me.

I felt the blunt head of his dick against my ass. He moved his hips back and forth so that his cock could brush gently against my pink skin. It felt beyond amazing, and I couldn’t keep quiet. I moaned again as he fingered me to the rhythm of his thrusts.

When I was sure I couldn’t take another moment, he slipped inside of me. Laying on our sides gave him the ability to go deep and stay there. Time and again he moved his hips back and forth the wetness squelching between my thighs.

“Please, I begged,” and Peter made sure to answer my cry.

He pumped his hips a little faster, making sure to read my body signals whether they say go fast or get the hell away from me. He knew just what to do.

I found myself hovering on the abyss once again. But Peter didn’t want me to climb to the top and not see the view. It was seconds before he had his hand between my thighs and was rubbing. The fire in my belly increased a hundred-fold.

I shattered, I flew over the cliff and dragged Peter along with me. I wondered if he had lost his ability to talk because for a while he just lay there panting.

“Good?” I asked cheekily.

“Bloody fantastic," Peter sputtered, “Damn woman, you never cease to surprise me.”

I couldn’t help the happiness that radiated off my face. I wasn’t sure what the day would hold and if the map would even work. But I trusted this man, and I loved him. 

Things would work out, they had to.