#sinette

Lol I promised to do this ship back in August but lost motivation seeing how ugly my initial sketch was. Wasn't until I was flipping through pages and decided this was unacceptable in the book. So here ya go the cutest chipmunk pair.

Georgette knew how tonight would end. She knew the moment Sinbad had said hello to her, having seen and dated his type before. Hell, she attracted them like moths to a flame whether she wanted to or not, and so she learned to want them. It was easier that way, knowing what to expect. How to react. The words to say, the way to flick her hair, the amount of skin to show. She wasn't interested in making any kind of serious boyfriend here at Elias anyway. She hardly believed anyone was close to being up to par, and she was set on hating the place so finding love or anything remotely close to it would ruin that brilliant plan. After all, this was not her Manhattan. These roads didn't belong to her, nor did the beaches or the oceans. She was city life and glittering lights. Boys here, unless they had that kind of silver spark, would never hold her interest for long. So Georgette got ready with her expectations already set, dressing herself in a black dress that teased like it should be--making her breasts look firm and supple, but not giving too much cleavage away. She painted on the dark lipstick and the smoky eyes and with it the pageant girl that Sinbad was expecting. Perfect skin, perfect hair--like a page in one of his many magazines, she thought coyly to herself. At his knock, she waited a moment, taking her time to slip her make up back into her little silver purse before she crossed the room and opened the door. "And here's my pirate now. Come to steal me away for a night," Georgette said, eyes looking over him just as his looked over her. "Thank god. I've been so bored to tears."

Sinbad wasn't left waiting for too long as the door swung open to reveal Georgette in all of her glammed up glory. He took his time glancing over at her just has she had done to him, making sure to remember to listen to what she was actually saying even though his eyes may not find themselves quite at her face yet. They were stopped by the two speed bumps that were threatening to derail his composure. But he kept it, his smirk never leaving his face as he spoke, "You ordered a swashbuckler for the night and I'm prepared to deliver, Gee." He presented the rose to her with a turn of the corner of his lip before extending an arm out to her. "Suppose we should get going then. Keeping you company will dry those tears right up." He walked them out of the building, his mind still going over his plan as he continued his class act. They arrived at his car, not overly expensive but not something shabby and a beater. Sinbad even opened the door for her, he was pulling out a lot of stops but the reward would be worth it, and he was a pirate, he'd get his hands on whatever booty he could find. He sat himself in the drivers seat, taking off towards the docks where the more expensive boats were. "So, you wanted an evening with a pirate, what better a night than to take you out on the ocean. Ocean's beautiful during the night, don't think you can experience anything quite like it back in Manhattan can you?" He pulled into the marina, shutting the car off and walking around the side of the car to help her out, not hiding the glances he stole at her. "Hope your pet doesn't accuse me of kidnapping this time. I promise I'll bring you back."

Georgette saw the rose and had to suppress a snort. Oh men. Men and their tricks. Roses and pearls and diamonds and pretty things, though, ultimately charmed Georgette, trick or no. She flicked her gaze up at Sinbad and smiled in delight at it. "Look at you, pulling out all the stops for me," she teased back and took the rose in a graceful hand, holding it up to her face to smell it daintily for a moment before she took his arm. This is how a lady was supposed to be treated, and George knew it was a charade, saw his eyes pause where they should and knew he wanted to get her out of the dress rather than appreciate her in it. Maybe she'd have a problem with this--wouldn't play along--if she hadn't been alone for so long. She was a woman like any other--sometimes cold and lonely and wanting a pair of arms around her to make her feel beautiful. Sinbad's would tide her over while she was stuck on this island. At the mention of Mike, her thoughts flew in another direction completely—the little squirt who didn’t fawn over her like other boys. For being her little ‘pet’ he damn sure wasn’t obedient. He never behaved how George wanted him too, which was the most irritating thing of all, and why she kept trying to get him to fall for her, so she’d finally have another set of hands to wait on her. She didn’t think it was working much. Last night just proved he was self-righteous and plain stupid, trying to piss off a man like Sinbad, who probably punched a guy for less. “Oh, you mean Mike? Please. He has a crush on me so he’s bound to say something if he finds out—get his big head in a twist,” Georgette giggled. “It’s cute—I suppose. But I think the ocean is a little more speed than some kid from Iowa, huh?” She shot him a look. “You know, I’ve never been this close to an ocean before. My family didn’t go to the beach. Just flown over the ocean a few times. Living here at Elias…I finally get to see it myself. Stick my feet in.”

Sinbad just gave her a small shrug of a shoulder at the mention of his charms. "You're a lady. Should treat you as such." He listened to her talk about the little pip squeak who followed her around like a puppy and then yapped at all the men like a guard dog. He rolled his eyes, "Pain in my ass. Like he could actually phase me with his little list and words. Didn't punch him because that's what he wanted. To make me the bad guy and prove that I'm just some meathead who goes around kissing girls and punching out guys." He looked over at her as she spoke about the ocean. He looked up at the sky a moment, "I've lived alongside the ocean my whole life. Found by it. Lived by it. Lived on it. And now I'm just near it. Can't get away. Salt waters piratically my blood." It was a small moment. Very small, but in that moment he'd let a bit of his true self leak through the seams of his rouse. He quickly stitched it up though and continued on, "Shame you haven't experienced it fully yet. I hope to help you with that tonight." He lead them towards a large boat at the end of the dock, his eyes wandering over another prize he'd gained. "Won a few nights on this from some rich guy who didn't know when to quit at the game. Hustled him right out of his boat, figured since you wanted to see me as a pirate, I'd have to be in my natural habitat. Can't be a fish out of water." He hopped onto the boat before extending a hand to her to help her in. Once she was settled onboard he quickly untied the ropes holding them to the dock and took the helm, sitting in the chair, hands on the controls and easing them out of the marina and into the open ocean.

Georgette listened to him tell her of the ocean, not getting it the way he got it. She saw it on his face. George was good at seeing things about other people and hiding it about herself; she could tell Sinbad was along the same lines--a boy who knew how to play a person. But he wasn't playing for just a moment as he spoke-- found by it, lived by it, lived on it, he said, like it was a vow of love. She had a similar thing with her pageants, having been in them since she could remember. Her first word had been 'crown.' Her second had been 'Georgette'--learning how to introduce herself to the judges with a perfect hand raised. She felt the right thing to do would be to share this information with the man currently wooing her (and she was letting herself be wooed; they were playing each other, so that made it all better, see) but she didn't know how she felt about it either. She remembered Mike's harsh words even though she didn't want them...they had stung so fiercely, him saying she was more than her pretty looks like she didn't already /know/ that. It was the world who didn't. It was men like Sinbad. And she let them. She let them but that made her powerful because it was her decision in the end--wasn't it? Giving her game away to him meant giving him a bit of her control. These thoughts on the edge of her mind, she let him lead her, landing daintily in the boat and letting her hand linger for a moment as she watched him untie the boat, finding it intensely alluring. He was a handsome man, no denying that. "I once went to a yacht party on Lake Superior after I had won a regional pageant. It was a beautiful boat but...this one is prettier." Her hands fell on the sides and she looked at Sinbad, meeting his eyes and coaxing him closer to her with them. "I like being closer to the water like this. In fact...this is awfully romantic, Sinbad. You really are outdoing herself, taking a lady out here, showing her the sea--and I'll admit you glow in your natural habitat. Soon I'll have to show you my /own/ element. Maybe you'll find me more impressive there," she lightly teased. She was impressive here too, she knew. But one had to play one's self down in order to have a man want to pay attention to you. That was always rule number one.

Sinbad feared he had maybe given himself away in that moment of weakness. What in the hell was he doing? Giving ammo for her to get to know him, to understand him was about the dumbest thing he could do in this situation. It just made things messy and he hated having to deal with some cling broad who didn't seem to understand what they were doing there. One night stand. That was it. Another trophy, another notch. A feeling of relief spread over him as she chose not to turn this into feelings. Sitting back in the chair, Sinbad listened to her response as his hands maned the boat as if it were actually his own. It was his comfort zone. His eyes met hers as she spoke, her ability to lure him toward her was uncanny, but he needed to get them out into the open ocean before he could have them drift along. Once they were at the right depth and he was processing her words with a smirk as he turned the engine off for now, they may want to move further out depending on how and where he felt like letting the anchor down. He crossed over to her, crossing his arms a bit as he walked his chest puffed out in a cocky manner. "Well, who's to say I don't like to use a little romance every now and then." To be honest, he didn't know the first thing about romance but he did know how to throw around stolen and won money to woo a lady. "Now, Gee...I found you quite impressive online. I'm practically stunned by your presence now that I have you to myself in person, don't see why it would be necessary to take me to one." A smirk crept its way onto his face, "I think the world is your element, Gee if you judge it on your being impressive." To be honest, Sinbad had never been to pageants, his life was the sea, not Ritzy social gatherings of beauty, but hey, there was an idea. Plenty of beautiful girls all wearing practically nothing in the bathingsuit competition who have had quite a lot of money put into it, their parent's must have quite the fortune on them. Perfect place to get at least one prospect and some extra cash. "Why would I show up if I already know the outcome? Another tiara on that perfectly groomed head of yours." He knew it was true. Georgette was the greatest prize he'd ever seen, island girls couldn't hold a candle to her city background. The air about her just screamed money and class, both things that Sinbad merely faked and maybe that's why she wanted him. She wanted a romp with the pool boy, the gardner, and the sailor. He was as much a little play thing to her as she was a conquest to him. He had no feelings on the matter, it was just fact.

Georgette Oh she had to give it to Sinbad. He was good. She felt honestly flattered when he talked toward her, his mouth weaving together a string of pretty words for her, all about her. She liked the way they looked coming out of his strong jaw with those arms crossed. The words 'practically stunned' had her smiling demurely, and then when he told her the world was her element--well that was just food for her hungry ego. She wished to believe it. She yearned to believe in it all and knew why, now more than ever, she agreed to be out here alone with a man like Sinbad who called himself a pirate of all things. It's because she wanted to be treasured, and he loved nothing more than treasure. In that way, they were perfect for each other. He could make her nearly believe the things she said just because he was so good at the act and wanted the act to work as badly as her. She looked up at them, chin pointed up, leaning against the side of the boat and making herself smaller, even more feminine. The wind touched her hair and smelled of salt. She could taste the salt on her lips too. "I'll tell you a secret. You'd show up for what the shows do to me," she said, her smile turning more playful now. "They make me positively titillated. You love being at sea--I love the show, the stage. It gets me...for lack of a better word.../hot./ Especially when I win." Her hand lightly touched her own strap, adjusting it minutely. Rule number two--never touch the boy first. Touch yourself. Show off your own body by drawing attention to it, with a hand through the hair, fingers lightly brushing at the chin or the cheek, etcera etcera. It made them imagine touching you. It made them try to do just that.

Sinbad knew he had played to her ego. That's what he was good at, judging, talking, saying pretty little words to women to get them to fall or let go. He could talk himself into and out of just about any situation from a woman. And when that backfired, well, he got used to the slaps too with his snarky comments. It wasn't that he purely wanted Georgette for her looks, no, it was more than that. He wanted her because despite her money, she could fight back on his level. She was just as fake and calculating as he was. They worked their way around people's egos and pride to get what they wanted. She appealed to him because she appealed to the black heart he carried with him, or the heart he'd fooled himself into thinking didn't exist. She was making her moves, making his blood boil. His smirk didn't falter as his teeth bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes raking over her form that she was displaying so beautifully to him. "Well then, Gee, you've got me hooked...let's see if you can reel me in by the end of the night. It could possibly be arranged with a little /persuasion/." He stepped forward so that there was barely an inch between them. He knew she wanted him to touch her, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to play into her game just yet. He just stood there, looking over the prize he'd soon claim if this kept up. "I'm no stranger to the thrill of winning, Georgette. You're currently standing on one. All of my thrills are in one very distinct place. All that's needed is one more step and everything will come together." His voice lowered, taking on a much more alluring and soft tone, it was full of a charm that could very well be mistaken for sincerity.

Georgette One more step. Did he expect her to take it? Georgette wondered if this was a man who liked dominant women. She could be one. She often was moreso an equal--a fighter. She liked to scratch at men's backs. She got a threw out of riding men sometimes too, especially the ones she didn't have feelings for. When she had them pressed down underneath her, controlling the waves of pleasure they did or did not feel, she loved herself more than she hated them. Something told her Sinbad didn't want that though. He was a man who got hard at the idea of /taking./ Georgette thought she was giving him this opportunity but apparently he wanted to keep playing, to keep testing the power struggle between them while reveling in the tension, the electrified air that crackled in between the space that separated their bodies. She could do that, if he wanted. She could keep the game afloat until he made that last step, grabbed her waist and tugged her in, felt their bodies flush against each other. "So what kind of girls persuade you, huh?" She said with a raise of her eyebrow. "Because I've played them all. Do you like a girl who can't look you in the face? Or do you like a girl..." she stood on her tip toes and her tone became hushed as her lips hovered by his ear "..who whispers what she wants in your ear...how she /aches/ for you?" She pulled away and met his eyes again.

Sinbad was only baiting her for more, to see what else she would pull out if he just teased her that much longer. It was a powerful feeling to be so control and watching and waiting to see what else she would offer him. Plus it was to double check how badly she really wanted him. And boy did she want him. They were both stubborn people, stubborn people who just hated to lose or feel inferior. She leaned forward and whispered those words into his ear and he just felt his lust for her grow even more than he thought possible. She knew how to test him, how to read him and push him. He stood there, keeping his cool and looking down into her eyes as his hands met the railing on either side of her, cornering her against the side of the boat. "We had this conversation before, Gee. Remember, I told you what I liked in a woman would be revealed if you were patient..." He made a move to touch her finally, but it was fleeting, only just his fingers running through her hair to keep it from those eyes he had gained the attention of. "And you are what I look for in a woman. A challenege. Someone strong enough to hold up against me so its a struggle for power. And once she /aches/ for me...That's when it's all the more satsifying." His fingers ran along her cheek, keeping his touches gentle to pull her deeper in before he leaned down to capture those painted lips of hers as pull her to him. With the intensity of the kiss increasing, as their bodies pressed flush against each other, he led her back towards the cabin door of the ship, his arms wrapping around her and keeping her where he wanted. He hadn't thought kissing Georgette would have been /this/ satisfying but he felt it. He felt the pride and his ego increase. He'd snapped. He was conquering now, the game was over and now it was time to claim the prize.

Georgette decided she had won--and Sinbad had too. It was impossible for either of them to lose when they both wanted the same thing as well. At his words, she cocked an eyebrow, the hint of a smile on her lips as he spoke about what he liked in a woman. Of course she was what he looked for. She was what everybody looked for. She was every male's wet dream wrapped up in the prettiest of packages, delivered with pearls and red lips and perfectly willing. She could see the hunger in his eyes grow, the inability to resist her for much longer (just as she wanted and needed him). At his touch, she felt her body grow hotter, eyes glistening as she met Sinbad's dark irises. She let the walls dowon and herself be drawn in, moving closer as if in a trance. And when they finally kissed, it was the way it should be--Sinbad grabbing her, making her his own, claiming her lips and sending a jolt through her entire body, tingling in every cell. She leaned into his body, a gentle gasp falling from her lips as the kiss spread through her like wildfire. Too long had passed since a kiss like this--a kiss that had her craving more, her body waiting to be taken completely over. She went along with Sinbad, not fighting even a little bit right now--nope. Why would she? He had what she wanted. He was going to give it to her. Once they reached the cabin though, she turned the tide. Georgette pushed him back into the wall with a surprising show of strength, breaking the kiss to look up at him with a playful spark in his eyes. "Time to see what's under all your pretty words." And her hands ripped at his shirt, buttons popping off to show the skin and muscle underneath. Her eyes appraised him, hands falling to his chest as he attacked his lips again with her own.

Sinbad knew they didn't need to play the game anymore. They had each other caught and now they needed to satisfy their urges and the appetite they built in the process. His hands were forceful enough to show strength and power, but not enough to bruise or hurt, he wouldn't do that unless she requested. He had limits and rules for himself, he just kept them hidden. The air between them was growing hotter and hotter against the cold breeze coming off the boat. He was expecting a power move from her at some point, Georgette wasn't one to lie back and take it, he knew that. So when she shoved him back and ripped open his shirt, it wasn't as surprising to him but still it had an affect on him that made his temperature rise and fire spread. He smirked at her, enjoying the feeling of her dainty hands on his bare skin. "I won't disappoint." The reply came right before she reclaimed his lips, silencing him so he could set himself to work. He let his hands move to her back, pulling her close but at the same time finding that one little zipper that would help him pull off this skin-tight dress. Dress was hot, but the body underneath was something much, much different all together. He found it, tugging it down, normally he would have ripped a dress like that off but he figured the dress was expensive and who was he to ruin a dress and potentially her mood? He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up around his waist and moving her deeper into the cabin towards the bed. Instead of going straight for the bed, he pressed her up against the wall, his mouth pulling from hers to move to her neck, kisses and nips scattering her neck but nothing too hard to mark the ivory skin beneath, he didn't need that guard dog telling him he was too forceful with proof. His mouth moved along her neck to her collarbone as he tugged the dress down to below the line of her bra, his body pressing into hers while keeping her wrapped around him.

Georgette 's legs wrapped themselves around Sinbad's waist, hands gripping at his neck as she kissed him at this new position. She loved it when boys picked her up like this--though she knew they thought they were in control, manhandling her, it gave her an equal position of power, being able to firmly grasp, sometimes even direct, a man with just her nails digging into the skin, or her groin firmly pressed against his own. Now, as her back pressed against the wall, spine bruising from the force (something she found thrilling), she rolled her hips down as she kissed him, providing heat and friction to Sinbad's cock. She felt it hard already--of course he was hard already, just as she was hot, her lacy underwear wet--and she smirked into the kiss, biting down on his bottom lip. Then his mouth left hers and she felt his skilled mouth all over her neck and collarbone. She moaned for him--knowing the man would want to hear her, want to know he was doing his job correctly. "Harder," she commanded though--if he was going to bite her, she wanted him to /bite/ her, as long as he placed his lips where she could hide his marks with her hair. She rolled her hips again, increasing the pressure.

Sinbad let a few moans escape as her hips moved firmly against his, his pants becoming more uncomfortable by the second, restraining the bulge forming from the friction. He could feel her own heat through his pants, knowing he had her hot, ready and wanting. Letting those few moans slip into her neck as pressure increased let her have her moments of power on him. He heard her words, travelling through his ears and striking his body into action. He smirked, his breath hot against her neck and ear lobe, "As you wish." He let his bites along her neck grow harder and rougher, one hand sliding behind her back to free any garment in the way of the two certain features that his eyes had been drawn to the moment she opened her door. He pulled the dress down further towards her hips as his mouth moved from her neck to her chest and then to her breasts. His mouth enclosed on a nipple, his teeth tugging and biting down to keep the roughness of the moment, while his hand found its way to knead and squeeze the other. She was his for tonight and he was going to make sure they both enjoyed every single moment of it on the most carnal level.

Georgette helped him get her bra off her body, finding the garment completely obtrusive now when she wanted nothing more than to feel Sinbad's hands all over her, her body aching for the fire that his provided. He did not disappoint. As soon as her bra dropped to the ground with hardly a sound, she felt his mouth trail down from her collarbone, finding her breast. Her fingers grasped the back of Sinbad's hair and pulled when his lips and teeth dug into her. The thrill shot through her body and had her hips bucking. She gasped, the air in her lungs feeling like it was forced out of her by this wickedly hot sensation. Pain. Pleasure. She didn't even know the difference--she just knew she wanted more. She pulled at his hair harder and moaned, her other hand running down his back as his name left her lips, a sexy, breathy whisper. "More," she growled, biting down on her own lip. More /everything/, she meant--more touching and biting and less, less /clothes./

Sinbad let out an appreciative noise as she tugged on his hair, the dull pain of it feeling good as his mouth continued to to its work on her breasts. All he heard was Georgette's moans and and whispers ringing in his ears and they just fueled the fire inside him. He decided that he'd had enough of this position and if she wanted more they'd need to take this to the bed. He moved them from the wall to the bed in the cabin, tossing her onto the bed, but not enough to really jostle her too badly and then letting his fingers find the fabric of her dress pulling it the rest of the way off and letting it drop to the floor beside the bed. His hands made quick work of her heels before moving up to where she was, his arms holding him up, hovering above her as his eyes wandered along her body like a predator sizing up his prey. His mouth moved back to the tops of her breasts, teeth, tongue and lips blazing a path down the valley between them and to her stomach, covering every inch down to her navel. A hand moved to his belt while his mouth was preoccupied, tugging on the piece of leather until it unbuckled and then undoing his pants, providing a small amount of relief to the heat and need he felt.

Georgette felt a rush of air as she was brought away from the wall and carried, all the while entangling her fingers in the man's hair and kissing him until he tossed her away. She landed on the bed and flicked her hair out of her face, looking up at Sinbad with hungry eyes, her mouth slightly parted, lips swollen from the kissing and the biting. He looked good from this angle and in the dim glow of the lamp. She always thought Sinbad looked good--its why she was here in the first place. What they had was nothing but attraction after all, physical, mental--but mostly physical. With his abs outlined and his hard cock pressing against his trousers, she felt her body shiver with anticipation, fingers digging into the sheets with want. She ached for him, just as she said. She truly did. She hadn't slept with anyone in a while and now her body craved his hands on her, his lips, and the rest of him inside her. So she let him explore her, throwing her head back, chest heaving with breath. She felt him all over and yet felt empty and alone the longer she waited. And Georgette did not like to be kept waiting. She reached up, hand snaking around his neck and tugging him down so she could rejoin their lips, as her other hand teased at his cock through his underwear, delicate fingers rubbing the hard bulge. She wanted him to moan for her too. She wanted him to lose /control/ of himself and force her back and force himself inside her and play /no/ more games.

Sinbad wanted her on the most basic level. He wanted to claim her body if only for tonight. He was enjoying teasing her, enjoying the satisfaction he felt of dangling something in front of her face and making her wait for it and crave it until she snapped and made him move forward. And that's what she did, she took control just as he'd assumed she would and his mouth met hotly against hers, his hips unable to stop themselves from bucking into the hand that teased his hardened cock. He let out a moan into her mouth, her hand feeling so damn good touching him like that, but wanted more. /Needed/ more. His hands moved to the last few pieces of clothing left, tugging them off and fishing out the condom in his back pocket. He held it in his teeth as his hands tugged the last bit of lacey garment left on her body off and onto the floor. He tore open the package, rolling it onto himself before moving back into place. His eyes filled with lust gazed over the prize he was about to claim as his own. He spread her legs, hooking them around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance. His eyes met hers for a brief moment before pushing in completely to the hilt. The way she felt around him was something indescribable and he had to let out a small noise of approval at the situation before his hips started up, hands gripping her thighs as he thrust.

Georgette That was more like it. The moment she felt his hips buck, his teeth biting down into her lip as the moan vibrated through her, Georgette knew she was going to get exactly what she wanted from him. Thank god. She was so wet and hot by now that if he didn't fuck her she was going to have to touch herself to satisfy the need. But she was pushed down again, underwear ripped off without a moment's notice. Even if she wanted to do it herself or go slower now or turn back, it was obvious that they were passed that point. So she didn't bother to argue with him or push back or roll on top. She just wanted him inside her. Her eyes appraised him as he removed his own underwear, feeling her heart spasm in her chest as she imagined the entirety of his length pushing inside her. Soon, her fantasy was realized. She was pulled down, hips turned out, legs gripping around Sinbad's waist. She felt the tip of him against her, and she was so hot and needy that she let out a growl at the feeling. "Fuck, Sinbad, just /do/--" and before she could finish her desperate, snarled-out sentence, he thrust inside her, hard and quick. No easy entrance, no slow start. He forced himself inside, just as she wanted, and immediately she cried out. He felt so good--hot and thick inside her, his dick throbbing as badly as her cunt once. She squeezed tighter around him, legs pulling him closer as he began to thrust inside her. Too slow, though, and too easy. "H-harder-- faster," she groaned out, as she tried to pick up her head but a wave of pleasure forced it to slam back down again, eyes fluttering closed as she was lost to the feeling. She let out a whimper again as her fingers dug into the sheets.

Sinbad knew she'd wanted it like this. She was the rich girl and he was the lowly sailor she wanted to have fun with. To have him dirty her up hard and fast. She had become desperate for him and that ember of power manifested inside of him. She needed him for this. After he had pushed in, he kept his pace for a few seconds before she commanded him for more. He just smirked, "As you wish...." His hips moved and bucked with a new resolve. Harder and faster with each thrust until he began pounding away, his body leaning over hers as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. His hands grabbed both of her wrists that belonged to hands clutching at the sheets. He brought them up over her hand, letting one hand hold them there as the other still explored its way down her body, fingertips teasing and light in comparison with the pace and ferocity he was thrusting into her with. He hadn't felt this much complete pleasure in a while. He felt the slow build inside of him as his would body worked to bring them both past the point of climax. He'd give her whatever she wished, he'd fuck her thoroughly every which way she wanted because felt that damn fucking good.

Georgette let out a low grunt as she felt him pick up speed just as she commanded, her pleasure increasing tenfold as she was pounded into quickly, ruthlessly. Her fingernails curved into the sheets until suddenly, and all too quickly, she found her hands grabbed and lifted above her head. She couldn't do a thing to stop it either. Georgette had experienced sex like this before--sex with handcuffs or rope and the like--but always she'd been the one to suggest it. This came out of the blue and Georgette felt a sudden burst of panic she didn't expect as she was bound, his hand large and powerful enough to make fighting against it pointless. Still, she pulled a little, wiggled and tried to escape anyway, until she felt his cock slam right into her pleasure point and a burst of new desire exploded through her, feeling so hot it was overwhelming. She cried out again, arching her back up, trying to get Sinbad even /deeper/ inside her if that was possible, no longer concerned with how she was completely on display for him, no longer concerned about how he had suddenly gained the upperhand all too quickly. That, coupled with his other hand touching her body, fingers grazing her nipple and tracing the curves of her hips, had her writhing. "Ohhh...god, yes--" she gasped. She could feel her orgasm close, teasing her. With each thrust it danced closer, only to pull away at the last moment. "Oh...oh--s-shit, I'm so close. P-please, just--oh god, just /fuck me/, Sinbad!" She cried out his name, tightening around him, almost, almost there.

Sinbad had a fleeting thought about him restraining her like this when she tugged against him. Maybe he should have asked, maybe she wasn't comfortable with it. But that had stopped once she cried out, his focus going back to the task at hand.. His own moans tumbling from his lips as she arched as tried to press him even deeper which he did his best to try to oblige. She was laid out before him, raw, vulnerable to some degree and unbounded, well by herself, and that seemed to only spurr him on more. /He/ got to see her like this. She chose /him/. A sense of entitlement was all too quickly forming from it. Her words echoing in the cabin room as his body worked hard to bring her closer and closer. His own orgasm fast approaching but that last phrase, /Fuck me, Sinbad/ was enough to send him right over. Spasms wracking through his body as waves of pleasure coursing through from the center of his to his fingertips. His hips still kept their relentless pace though until she came undone beneath him. He wouldn't stop for anything less because if he did, he'd owe her, and there was nothing he despised more than owing something to someone and having them have it over his head. His grip on her wrists loosened so his arms just propped him up as he watched her reach that pivotal point with his aid.

Georgette And then he was reaching deeper inside her than before, drawing her moans from her lips, each one louder and longer than the last. Her eyes closed as she let the pleasure slam into her, her legs trembling as they gripped onto Sinbad and rode him as she felt his cock inside her give a twitch and release. It was enough to get her to come as well, letting out one final breathless yell of pure satisfaction, tossing her head in the sheets and tugging at her hands, not because she wanted to necessarily be released but because she longed to dig her fingernails into something. He let her go a moment later, to prop himself up as the orgasm wracked his own body, and then her hands were clawing at the sheets again as they longed to. The orgasm felt so wonderful that she could have sworn it lasted longer than usual, and even after it reached its peak and spread throughout her every cell, she felt it ebb slowly, every inch of her pulsing and shivering. She gave one last shudder as it peetered off, body relaxing into the sheets, legs feeling sore and tingly around Sinbad. She let them fall away from his hips, though he remained inside her, his presence there bringing a slow, small smile to her lips. Her eyes opened to look upon his face. "So you're not just all words," she sighed out, still panting.

Sinbad smirked a bit lazily as he watched her come undone underneath him, his hips still moving to help her ride it out until her moans and thrusts eventually died down. He chuckled a little breathlessly at her words, "You deserve the best, Gee. So why would I not offer myself to you?" He gave her one of his signature cocky smiles which at this moment was a little more tired than normal. He slowly pulled out of her before disposing of the condom and rolling onto his back next to her. Sinbad normally wasn't one for sticking around, but considering they were on a boat and it wasn't like he could just up and leave, he stayed and if he was in the mood, maybe they'd even enjoy relaxing together in each others arms. He turned on his side, looking at her as his fingers moved to brush the stray strands from her face as his breathing evened out, "I take it you're having a good time on our little boat rendezvous then."

Georgette giggled at him, turning her head and giving him a look. Of course she was having a good time--he knew that, she knew that. His attempt at conversation was strangely appreciated though. Georgette had expected him to immediately get up and turn the boat around, both of of them knowing that having sex had been the point of all this. Still, she liked that he was giving it a few more moments. Maybe he was pretending, maybe he wasn't. George was still too pleasure-drunk to care--and she was much more honest after sex, since her wires were a bit crossed, defenses down, her bliss turned up on high. "...Nah, that was just okay," she teased him, scrunching up her nose. "Hardly worth the wait." She turned toward him a bit, letting her foot trail down his shin in an act of impish, playful affection.