Of Doves and Sparrows: Ch.1

Sun fell into Molly’s eyes the next morning, waking her up. She smiled slightly at her recollection of where she had fallen asleep. Her head still rested against Jack’s chest but something was different. The dreadful heat no longer radiated from him.

Molly propped herself up on her elbows and felt his forehead. The fever must indeed have broken during the night as it felt cool and moist under her hand. The flannel nightshirt was soaking.

She rose gingerly from the bed, not wanting to wake him up just yet, fetched a basin of cool water and a small towel and promptly stripped off the sodden garment.

While her initial embarrassment was not as strong as it had been the first time she had undressed her charge, she found herself blushing furiously as she carefully bathed him. Though her maidenly pride would scarcely admit it, this was far too nice of a job to rush. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw his manhood stir and grow at her ministrations. She blushed more richly than ever and looked away as his eyes flickered open and caught her staring.

“Am I on the way to recovery, Molly?”

Molly nodded. “I believe so, Jack.”

“How can you tell?” His roguish brown eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Well... your fever’s broken for one...”

“And...”

“And... this seems to be in excellent working order.” She giggled naughtily and stroked her fingers along his now very hard prick.

Jack gasped a little and gave her a wry smile. “Thought you were a good girl, luv.”

“So did I...” Molly mused as she continued to stroke and play with this new object. It fascinated and exited her. Tingling heat built up at her core.

Jack moaned, but from pleasure rather than illness and pain. He smiled at Molly and tackled her, unawares to the bed, swallowing her laughter in a deep, passionate kiss. She reciprocated, sucking his lascivious, probing tongue.

Rough but delicate hands found their way under her nightgown to her soft, full flesh. He caressed her waist and hips, moving his hands along her thighs, traveling inward until he stroked the very quick of her, drawing a small moan from her throat and wetness from her womanhood.

“You like that, luv?” He asked, teasing a fingertip over her sensitive little nub.

“Yes!” Molly exclaimed, slightly breathless.

“Good. We’ll get this cumbersome thing off you then.” Jack slipped the nightgown from her. His eyes shone with lust as he beheld her naked body. The look he gave her made Molly feel quite brash herself. She gave a devastatingly pretty wriggle and said, “Were you planning on doing anything besides looking, Jack?” She wanted his hands back on her.

“I would be content to do just that, luv... but since you insist...” He reached forward and massaged her large, rounded breasts, his palms rubbing against her smallish pink nipples. He kissed her again, his lips traveling from her mouth to her chin, neck, shoulders and replacing his hands on her breasts, sucking and gently nibbling the hard, sensitive centers. His hands kneaded the soft flesh of her sides and she felt his hardness pressing against her thigh. She shifted her leg, rubbing against it.

Jack gasped as she did so and plunged a finger into her soaked opening, moving it gently back and forth. Molly bucked her hips wanting more. Jack seemed to sense this and one finger became two. Molly moaned and writhed reveling in the feeling until a harsh tearing made her cry out in pain.

Jack quickly removed his hands and stared at the blood on his finger. He gave a slightly uncomfortable chuckle... “Well bless me... must be your first time eh?”

“Yes...” Molly responded, wondering if Jack was going to stop and, despite the pain, hoping he would not.

“Luv... you need not give so much to a pirate if you don’t want...”

“Jack, I hope you don’t take offense but... I’m not exactly delicate and you’ve been ill. Had I not wanted this I know I could have stopped you.”

“Fair enough, luv.” He grinned at her and reached down beside the bed. “Let’s clean you up and keep on.” He used the cool water and wash rag to wipe away the rest of the blood. “I think that’s the lot,” He remarked with his head between her legs. Warm breath against her opening made her shudder pleasantly. “Mmmmm...” She heard Jack inhale deeply, “you smell delicious.”

Molly squealed in delight as he ran his tongue along her slit, pausing to lick and suck her nub several times. “And how do I taste, Jack?”

He smiled at her, “Better even than rum, luv.” He drew himself up next to Molly and kissed her. The taste of her own musky wine lingered on his mouth. His hand gently grasped her wrist and guided her hand around his hard, throbbing manhood. “Feel what you’ve done to me, Molly. Would you allow a pirate some sweet relief in your chamber?”

“I believe that’s the idea,” Molly said with a smile as she parted her legs.

Jack shook his head and grinned wickedly “No... I have a far better idea, luv.” He lay down, pulling her on top of him. “You lead.”

“all right...” Molly giggled nervously as she sat up astride Jack and reached under to guide him inside her. She shuddered and moaned softly as his hardness connected with her wet swollen lips and nub.

“That’s it, Molly...” Jack grunted. “Lower yourself down, nice n’ easy...”

Molly nodded and moaned louder as she slowly impaled herself on his long, thick cock. It filled and stretched her chamber much farther than she felt possible. Any pain left to feel was quickly blotted out by pleasure, especially as she realized why he wanted her like this. His hands were free to roam all over her body, pinching the nipples of her breasts, rubbing her thighs, squeezing her buttocks. His fingers seemed to leave trails of painless flame wherever they touched.

“Oh, Jack!” Molly gasped, pushing her hips up and down, driving his manhood in and out of her, grazing it over her most sensitive area. Jack responded with his own vigorous thrusts, pushing himself deeper and deeper into her confines with each one.

Layer upon layer of more intense pleasure built up inside Molly. They were like, fittingly enough, crashing ocean waves. Soon she could not hold anymore. She felt her muscles clamp down around Jack as a hot, powerful release swept through her body.

Jack groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back. He abruptly sat up, spilling the overcome and unsuspecting Molly from him. She cried out at the loss of contact but understood the reason in a moment. A hot white stream shot from Jack’s manhood, hitting her chin and almost coating her chest.

“Sorry, luv...” He said, using a corner of the bed sheets to wipe away his seed once he’d recovered his breath. “But there are some souvenirs I do my best NOT to leave... savvy?”

Molly nodded. “Yes.” She understood. She’d always understood that Jack would not be staying with her and there was no point in asking. She fought down an impulse to at least ask him to stay. But he would not and it would only make the time they still had uncomfortable. For now, he still lay down beside her. She once again rested her head against his shoulder and found herself lulled to sleep as he stroked her side.