A New Life, A New Love

Chapter Fourteen: Lovers’ Embraces

     “You’ve had your fun, Jack Sparrow,” she said with a smirk. “Now, it’s my turn to find out
what makes you squirm.”

“But, Rachel,” he objected. “Your sweet body is all I need, luv.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” she repeated. “I want you to just lie back and relax. Let me find the way to
your pleasure.” She straddled his stomach. “Now let’s see, lets start here.” She leaned forward
and began to nuzzle his ear. Her tongue darted in lightly, eliciting a small moan from him. She
moved on, taking his earlobe into her mouth to suckle.

“Mmm, luv,” he moaned. “That’s a good spot right there.”

“That’s one,” she said playfully as she ran her tongue slowly down his neck, stopping at intervals
to leave light kisses along the way. Her hands ran down his arms as she worked, exploring the
hard muscles his time at sea had given him. “I love the feel of your arms,” she told him. “So
strong. I always feel safe when they’re around me.”

“Then let me put them around you now,” he replied in a low husky voice.

“But I don’t want to feel safe right now,” she replied, her eyes twinkling. “You’re a dangerous
man, Jack Sparrow. More and more dangerous as time goes on. I want to know that danger,
from . . . top . . . to . . . bottom.” She punctuated her remarks with feathery kisses along his jaw
line. She sat up and traced lines along his chest with her fingertips. “Where to next,” she
wondered. “Ah, there,” she smiled, leaning down to plant kisses on his collarbone. She ran her
tongue around the tender flesh beneath it then paused ever so slightly before nibbling gently. She
felt his body stiffen and smiled. “That’s two,” she said. She continued her trek downward,
savoring his body every step of the way. Her hands massaged his chest as she ran her tongue
down the center detouring to tease a nipple along the way. His hands came up behind her as she
drew his nipple out between her teeth. She sat up and looked at him. “Naughty boy,” she said
with a smile. “Am I going to have to tie those hands to the bedpost?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Now, luv,” he smiled. “You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”

“Only if you force me to,” she replied. Remememember. I’ve been practicing my knots. Maybe I
want to try a few of them out.” She ran her fingers over his chest, circling down to his abdomen.
“Hmm, where to next.” She shifted her body downward to nuzzle his stomach, discovering his
wonderfully erect manhood waiting for her. “Just relax, lover,” she told him with a smile.
“Tonight is mine, and I choose to please you.” She began to lick his stomach, using short sharp
strokes of her tongue, working her way toward his groin.

“Oh, yes,” he moaned, his breath catching. He was finally resigning himself to only touching her
when she allowed him to. He lay back and let his body float on the sensations she was stirring
within him.
  Positioning herself between his legs, she tucked his erection firmly between her breasts,
embracing him with her bosom. She returned to his groin, taking the hairs she found there
between her teeth. She pulled ever so slightly, causing him to groan with pleasure. His weeping
manhood pulsed slightly between her glistening orbs. She raised her chest, causing him to
disappear within the depths of her bosom.

“Ahh, Rachel, luv,” he sighed. “That feels so good.”

“I’ve lost count,” she replied. “Was that three or four?”

“Oh, it has to be more than that,” he said. “Much more.”

She pulled herself to her knees, letting his throbbing member slide from between her soft
cushions. Slowly she worked her way around his hips with her mouth, looking for spots to
nibble and suck. She slipped between his legs to nibble the hair on his thighs, kissing and
nibbling but being very careful not to touch his most sensitive spot.

“God, woman, you’ve got my whole body aflame!” he cried.

“Don’t worry, my love,” she replied. “We’ll put the fire out soon, but not . . . just . . . yet.” She
continued to nibble down his legs, stopping at the sensitive spot behind his knees to work the
flesh there with her tongue.

“Oh,” he moaned. “I’ve never had a woman treat me like this.” His breath was quickening as he
spoke. “This is killin’ me woman. When can I touch you?”

“Let me bring you to the gates,” she smiled. “Once there, it’s up to you.”

She reversed direction and started working her way back up his thighs. She had a definite target
in mind this time. She could see it before her, pearlescent drops glistening on its tip. She gently
took his shaft into her mouth, slowly sliding it deep within.

Jack closed his eyes and let the pleasure wash over him. This woman was amazing. She seemed
to actually be enjoying the sheer act of giving him pleasure. And it was pleasure. But he wanted
to touch her so badly. To be inside her when his release came.

She sucked his length slowly in and out and in again. She could taste the saltiness of him.
Withdrawing him completely from her mouth, she ran her tongue over the very tip of him,
bringing forth another low moan. She climbed his body and leaned forward to brush his lips with
her own. “You can touch me now,” she whispered.

No sooner had the words left her mouth than he was upon her. His strong arms wrapped around
her, pulling her in to his body. He rolled with her in his embrace so that he was atop her and
buried his face in her neck, treating her flesh the same way she had treated his. Her hands raked
down his back as she threw back her head, moaning with pleasure. She had felt her own body
tightening as she had pleasured him and, now that she had released him, she knew it would not
take much for her to attain the same levels he had already reached. He bit down lightly on her
throat as he entered her causing her to cry out. There was none of the caution he had displayed in
their previous lovemaking. She had driven him to the heights of passion and he no longer had
the patience for gentleness. He thrust deeply within her.

“Oh, Jack,” she cried, wrapping her legs around him as he thrust in again, tilting her hips to let
him in deeper. He drove into her again and again until the pleasure for both of them was nearly
unbearable. This was not gentle lovemaking. This was wild and frenzied. She was tossed on a
sea of passion, he whe was her captain. She was matching him thrust for thrust, in perfect
rhythm. They both cried out as they reached the peak together, bursting through the gates of
heaven wrapped in each other’s embrace.

 He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so that he remained within her. “That was the
most amazing thing a woman has ever done for me,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “Did
you mean what you said earlier?” he asked. “Are you falling for me, Rachel?”

“No,” she replied. “It’s too late for that. I’ve already fallen so hard I may never get up again.”

“Don’t worry about that, luv,” he grinned. “I think I can get up enough for both of us.”