My mind was swimming as we stayed locked in that pose for a few moments. John slowly relaxed and rolled off of me. Now I was frustrated. I wasn’t...ready to stop fucking. I wanted more but John was done and wouldn’t be ready again until tomorrow. I reached over and grabbed his hand before he could fall asleep. I put it on my clitoris and encouraged him to stimulate me. Occasionally I corrected his motion so that it brought me more pleasure. Finally I came as I tried to continue my dirty. My arms and legs wrapped around him, and I raked my nails down his back, body rising to meet every thrust until I was abruptly flying. I think I cried his name at one point, and I know he bit my shoulder hard, as he came, but for that moment of flying space and pleasure, I didn't care one bit. Gradually, I relaxed enough to slump back on the bed, and he stayed on top of me, sucking in uneven lungful's of air and trembling a little. "Fuuuck, Skye!" He drew the word out on a groan against my. Sven thought back to earlier in the week and Karen's invitation to meet him now that his wife of so many years had died. Then to yesterday and her sympathetic understanding when the dam had broken and the pent-up emotion and tears had finally surfaced. Today he felt different he felt cleansed as the years fell away. Standing here on the path, looking down where Karen and he used to walk in the old days before he had left home and married some one else. In days gone by, they held hands kissed. I walked forward and leaped up on top of it and pulled my sword out before dropping back to the deck. The whole crew was watching as I carefully cleaned the blade. When I finished, I looked at the first mate, “How many of these were you planning to play with?”The crew laughed and the first mate grinned, “We will look for another one in a few days.”I shook my head and looked at the monster lying on the deck, “At least I hope its edible.”Everyone laughed as I headed to the prow to clean my sword..