Pirates

Dreams reach across time and space, uniting two realms. Secrets whisper death, treasure plots an end. Will romance and danger keep a dreamer from claiming her treasure?

…My bed is going to be very cold you know.”

Sinclaire blushed even more fiercely. “I suppose mine will as well. I’ll miss your…attentions.”

Cole laughed, a low throaty sound, then bent his head and kissed her deeply. “Mmm, maybe you need some of my attentions right now.”

“Maybe I do,” Sinclaire said, slightly shocked at her own boldness. Cole had certainly brought out the sex kitten in her. He situated himself between her legs and she could feel his cock growing hard against her. “Cole Rackam, you are incorrigible,” she murmured in his ear, while pulling his ass closer to her with both hands.

“I hope so,” he responded with an evil gleam in his eye. He leaned down again, one hand flat against her back, and took the flesh of her neck in his teeth. He bit, gently at first, then harder until she squealed. “Am I hurting you?”

“It’s okay. I like it.” She put one hand in his hair and drew him back to her neck where he bit eagerly, sucking gently to avoid a hickey, but using his teeth to bring her blood to the surface.

“You taste good, pretty girl,” he whispered in her ear, his breath warming that sensitive place until she shivered. “Where else can I taste you?”

“Cole, we’re in public. Shouldn’t we—” he cut her off by slipping a hand up under her skirt. His hands found their way to her wetness and soon his fingers were sliding inside her. He pulled her so she was perched on the very edge of the table, using him for balance. Dropping to his knees before her, he pushed her legs wide open for access.

From under her skirt, he said, “Another thong. My God you are hot.” He pulled the tiny scrap of underwear to the side and parted her lips with his hands. “Gorgeous,” he said, his voice hoarse and far away.

Sinclaire put her hands on the desk and tossed her head back, focused intently on his breath between her legs. Slowly, delicately, she felt the very tip of his tongue trace her pussy, from the very top to her vagina, dripping wet. She shuddered, a hiss of air escaping her lips. She could feel him smile, then dive in, tongue playing in her lips and folds. This man enjoyed performing. Her breath began to speed up until she was panting and raising her hips to meet his mouth.

As her excitement mounted, he responded in kind. First, he slid two fingers inside her, crooking them in that come-here gesture she loved. At the same time, he focused his attention on her clit, licking and sucking the swollen spot until she was shaking and struggling to keep her ass from slipping off the table all together.

Anne blushed at her heated memories of London. All she wanted now was to look down on the moon-touched waters of her special pool hidden amidst tall cedar trees and fed by the waters of a sparkling waterfall. Climbing a small rise, Anne sat down to rest on a fallen log, hidden in shadows. She gazed at the seething water falling into the round pool below.

The waterfall itself was a relatively small one, falling down over jagged rocks perhaps ten or twelve feet into the sandy-bottomed pool. Preoccupied by memories, Anne at first only stared vacantly into the foaming waters of the pool, not watching the curtain of falling water. But she soon noticed a flicker deep within the sparkling cascade. At first it seemed to be merely a trick of the moonlight. Then it seemed as if there was a marble statue of surpassing beauty trapped inside the falls.

Suddenly, Anne realized that she was watching a tall, strong man emerge from the falls. He turned his back to her, allowing the water to wash over him once again. Her pulse accelerating, Anne studied the splendid male body before her. He truly was the living embodiment of all her fantasies. First she took in the rich, honey-colored hair, long and plastered to his back, dark against his glistening white skin. The hair seemed to emphasize the sheer width of his broad shoulders. Anne marveled at the flex and play of the intricate muscles in his back as the man bathed under the falling water. When he tossed his hair to one side, she even enjoyed seeing his ramrod straight spine, another reminder of the way his body tapered so delightfully from broad shoulders to narrow waist.

Was he a pirate? Anne tried to think clearly, but heat spread through her, making it hard to concentrate. In a trance, she found herself drinking in the tight perfection of his hard buttocks and his muscular thighs. Even from the rear, the mere sight of this unexpected and possibly dangerous intruder made all of her sexual parts come alive. Her nipples were pebble hard, her palms moist, her mouth dry. Most distracting of all, her nether parts felt hot and wet and steamy. All this, and she hadn’t even seen his face yet.

When the man turned around, the moonlight made his upturned face glow with light.  In this light it was impossible to see clearly, but Anne was struck by a youthful innocence in his face. He had the body of a god and the face of an angel. Sensing that this man might be less experienced than herself, Anne speculated that his apparent vulnerability might be the key to her continued independence and dominance on this part of the island. This splendid giant might be the answer to her prayers.

“You may have just completed your last performance for the crowd,” I announced. “I intend to buy you for my own pleasure…dancing and otherwise.”

I waited for her to cry out with gratitude and fling herself to my knees. Instead, I suddenly realized, with a shock, that instead she was fighting her laughter. Her generous bow-shaped lips were pressed together to suppress it, while her arched bronze brows were squeezed together over the eyes that almost matched their shade.

“I am honored,” she told me. “I had thought that you Argives would capture your women, in the same little towns where you took your meat and wine and grain.”

“I have seen the woman I want right here, and I can afford to pay for her. What’s more,” I assured her, “I can also afford to keep you for my pleasure alone, without giving you any hard work to do. You will live in greater luxury than you could have ever known, even in Pharaoh’s house. So you have nothing to fear.”

“I am not afraid,” she assured me, gazing straight up me again…even though she had to bend her head back to do it.

“Then tell me who your master is, and I will double any price he asks. I assure you, he will be as pleased as we are with the trade.”

“Moses commands me,” she said.