Brian and Saoirse slip away together

Brian smiled and Saoirse returned it, her hand slipping from her mouth and sliding down her body to her nipple. She began to pull on it and her smile faded as she moaned slightly.

Fourteen spoke, his voice hoarse. His presence surprised Brian for a second, he had forgotten that there was anyone else on the boat, anyone else in the world. His reality had shrunk to just himself and the beautiful, enthralling woman sitting in front of him.

"Brian, if you don't take her below the decks to fuck, then I'll do it myself."

His voice seemed to break the spell that had held Brian immobile. He rose to his feet at the same time as Saoirse. She moved past him, close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from her skin, to smell the heady aroma of lilac and citrus that came from her hair. The smell caused a tug of need in Brian's lower abdomen, a need that was only intensified when she took his hand in hers and began to lead him to the trapdoor that would take them below the deck.

She went down first, her movements quick and sure. The crew remaining on deck gave Brian a cheer when he turned to look at them and several yelled out pointers on how best to pleasure a woman. Brian just smiled, shook his head and went down the ladder.

Below the deck was pitch dark, with only a square of weak light coming down from the open trap door. Brian paused at the bottom to let his eyes adjust. From somewhere ahead of him, the woman laughed, a soft, musical sound.

"Come and find me darling," she said, clear amusement in her voice.

"Why do women always make me work for it?" Brian wondered aloud as he moved in the direction of her voice.

Saoirse laughed again but this time the sound seemed to be coming from the opposite direction entirely. Brian turned his head to look but still couldn't see anything in the thick blackness.

"Confused?" she asked, clearly relishing in it. Her voice seemed to be coming from Brian's right. "Let me give you a hand." Suddenly the entire floor was illuminated by a pale light, emanating from a ball of pure light hovering a few feet off the ground.

The light revealed Saoirse lounging lazily on a pile of furs at the far end of the boat. her robe had slipped open again, revealing the curve of her cleavage. Brian stared at the ball of light, fascinated. He had never seen magic before. He walked over to the floating orb.

"You're a mage?" he asked, reaching out to touch the light. It radiated no heat but he felt some resistance as he moved his hand through, as if it was made of water.

"Of course not," she said. He could hear the smile in her voice, even without looking at her. "Rogue mages are executed on sight, I would NEVER take such a risk." She sounded earnest, as if she had practiced this before but Brian didn't believe her for a second.

He heard her get up from where she had been lying and move up behind him, her footsteps almost silent. Now she only inches from his bare back, he could feel her breath against the back of his neck. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders, as if fascinated by their width. He turned to face her and this hands moved behind his neck, interlocked. She used them to pull herself closer, pressing her soft body against him. He could feel her breasts pressed into his chest and the heat coming from her aroused slit. He felt himself get hard and Saoirse seemed to notice. She smirked and brushed her leg against his erection.

"If I was a mage, I would cast a spell to block all noise from entering or leaving this hold," she whispered in his ear. "You could make me moan and scream and nobody would notice a thing."

Brian realized that the sounds of the rest of the crew above them and the water against the hull of the boat had disappeared.

She bit his earlobe gently, sending shivers of pleasure down Brian's spine. "I don't want your first time on a boat to be interrupted."

Brian laughed. "What gave away that it was my first time?"

It was true, he had taken women in some odd places, but a boat would be a first. He put a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to this lips. At first the kiss was gentle, tentative. Their lips merely touched. The second kiss was longer, and deeper. Her tongue met his and his manhood began to ache with arousal. He found in her a fire to match his own as their eager tongues danced and her hand found his cock, stroking it through the thin wool of his pants.

Suddenly she broke off the kiss, slipping out of his arms. She began walking back to the pile of furs where he had found her. As she had so, she let the robe slide off her body, leaving her naked. Her slim back sloped down to a heart shaped ass. She shook it as she reached the furs, knowing that it would drive him mad. She lay down on the furs again, stretching out sensually.

She looked straight into his eyes.

"Come and fuck me," she said.