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fingers, playing with it for her own entertainment as much as his need. It was so fascinating a thing – and he opened the flap in his breeches wider so she could see and feel the heavy balls that hung beneath it.
    A transformation was taking place in Jamie. No longer the languid, fashionable dandy, he yielded to his primordial instincts. He thrust into her palm, her thumb and forefinger forming an O, a makeshift orifice into which he could work his needy prick. It was quickly over. He threw back his head and gasped. His cock jerked and his semen shot out in milky jets, once, twice, thrice, wetting her hand and the front of her gown.
    Dear God, she thought, for she hadn’t known what to expect, will he ever stop? His emission was warm and sticky and she didn’t know what to do, till he handed her his kerchief. ‘Dearest girl,’ he said softly, ‘that was heavenly. So you do love me, don’t you, poppet?’
    ‘I suppose I must,’ she answered, but was uncertain.
    ‘This will get better and better,’ he promised as he tucked his cock away and buttoned up. ‘Wait until you feel my pork sword within your very being.’
    ‘When we are married,’ she reminded primly, having second thoughts now the heat in her blood was cooling.
    ‘If you insist,’ he said with a shrug. Having shot his load he was prepared to humour her. ‘Come, dear heart, I shall escort you to your cabin.’
    He helped her down the narrow stairs and along the passageway. Accommodation was cramped, but they each had a cabin to themselves, though Kitty shared with Jessica and George and Jamie’s valets bunked down together. The toilet arrangements were primitive, but not so very far from those to which they were accustomed at home. Water was brought in a jug and poured into a washbasin for daily ablutions, and the call of nature answered in a slop bucket or china pot. In the case of the gentlemen travellers it was convenient to relieve themselves over the ship’s rail, providing the wind was in the right direction.
    Jamie kissed her at the door, and she could feel his phallus stirring again. How many times a night would he want it once they were wed? she wondered. To say nothing of daytime frolics. The prospect was daunting. Despite what he liked to think, she wasn’t in the least in love with him. A romantic at heart, loving poetry and stories of gallant knights rescuing their beloved damsels, she yearned for something more than the mere gratification of the senses.
    Jessica was there, waiting to unlace her, brush her hair and tuck her into bed. Romilly endured this, but once Jessica had retired she lay in the narrow bunk and thought about what had just transpired between her and Jamie. She slipped a hand between her legs under her white lawn nightgown, feeling that thrill as her fingers lightly explored the crisp hair, the cleft with its damp wings, and the sliver of flesh between that hardened at her touch. She was wet from Jamie’s administrations, and she felt again his tongue and lips and wanted more, but not necessarily from him.
    With her emotions at full tilt sleep evaded her. She got up, slipped a lacy negligee over her nightgown and quietly opened the door. The passage was deserted; in fact the whole ship seemed to be sleeping. It rocked gently on the swell, moving ever onward. She wasn’t quite sure what she intended, having some vague notion of bumping into Joshua. She visualised him as ever wakeful, guardian of the ship and those who sailed on her, studying maps or the stars as he navigated. She crept towards the companionway that led aloft.
    Then she heard a noise and stopped dead as she listened. It came again – a sigh – a moan. Perhaps someone was having a bad dream. The sound was coming from one of the cabins on her right. George’s, if she remember correctly. She approached it stealthily and found the door was ajar. Whoever was within had forgotten to lock it. Had it been left open on purpose so that an expected person