Anne had been skilled in the bedroom even before she had married Henry. But this was very different. Anne was far more motivated and wanton with Charles. He brought out the wild in her and she wasn't about to let anyone cage her again.

For a pirate, he didn't put her under any pressure. Charles didn't force her to do anything she wasn't ready to do. Anne had spent enough time recovering. She was ready to go to bed with him again, in more than just the sense of sleeping. For this precise moment though, Anne just wanted to show him how much she appreciated his patience, and how grateful she was to be with him. Not to mention how grateful she was that he had rescued her.

She couldn't help smirking slightly at the remark. Anne felt pride as she bobbed her head forward and back continually. Her tongue swirled around his length and flicked against his tip. Anne relaxed her throat and took him in all the way, moaning at the taste and how deep he was. Her moaning again sent vibrations through his length. Her fingers came up again to brush and tease against his balls, alternating between a gentle squeeze and the barest brush of her fingertips. His cock was plenty slick and easily slid between her lips and along her tongue.