For his part, Charles found Anne's body endlessly interesting. Most of the women he'd been with either had the lean, wiry bodies of sailors and pirates, toughened and strengthened by life at sea, or were the kind of soft and voluptuous women found in the whorehouses of the ports they frequented. Anne's figure lay in the perfect balance between, and Charles enjoyed every opportunity to explore it and discover the keys to the woman's pleasure.

He grunted and groaned as his body pumped hard against hers, his cock sawing back and forth, giving Anne the entire length of his shaft with every thrust before pulling it back until he was nearly clear of her sheath. Charles shuddered at the heat of her, at the grip on his cock that was just beginning to flutter in preparation for an orgasm.

Charle's next kiss was hard and hungry, accompanying even quicker strokes into her. This time, he wanted to breathe in Anne's cries of release, to swallow them and claim them and her.