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Sparrow in the Wind	By : LorandTab Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Crossovers Views: 3672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

A tantalizing thrill raced through Morgan�s entire being as she lowered her head and entered the captain�s quarters of the Black Pearl. As she moved, she let her hand slide gently over the old, wooden dresser she passed. Did he remember this dresser? Her hindquarters pressed hard against the edges of the splintering wood as he �
No, he�d have long forgotten that being a man of the moment, past passions lost on him. Her eyes swayed to the map table in the center of the small room. A slight smile came to her lips. Yes, there was a memory there, as well. Walking toward the bed, she slowly unbuttoned and removed the flowing shirt and let it drop revealing the ivory corset that pushed her impressive breasts to perfection. Leaning provocatively against the post at the foot of the bed (Captain Jack Sparrow would not be satisfieth ath a mere ship�s bunk!) she turned and faced him, her brow arched. �Well, Sparrow?�
Jack ambled across the room, eyes locking at each place they had christened his cabin. The dresser. Smooth and black with jade inlay, taken from a merchant ship sng fng from Hong Kong, was damaged at one end from the blast of a pistol but after he and Morgan had ridden to pleasure on that particular spot he'd refused to replace it. Then there was the wide and somewhat impractical bed he'd actually purchased while in the exotic African port of Cameroon. It carried on its surface the carvings of a local tribe and fascinated him from the moment he laid eyes on it. So, he simply couldn't resist dressing it with Egyptian cotton, simply couldn't resist taking Morgan there again. Moving behind her he slipped a blade from his belt, and paused for a moment brushing the blunt edge against her smooth tanned shoulder. "Beautiful." He sighed and then moved lower to the laces of the corset and in one fell swoop he had cut them away. "I'll buy you another, d but but tonight I free you in all ways," he whispered as he jerked her to his chest.
Two things in life had caused her insecurity � the length of her legs, which caused her height to rival that of most men and her too full breasts. Bound in corsets they were impressive. Under the ministrations of men they caused her wonderful pleasure. But to be simply free and unbound, they caused her to feel completely vulnerable. Her arms wound tightly around his neck as she lowered her head slightly to whisper in that ear that she loved to tantalize so much. �It seems you do have a love of beauty, ducky,� she purred as her tongue moistened the rim of his ear. Pushing him away gently, she moved to luxuriate on the soft cotton bed linens, her arms moving to enjoy the feel of them. �New bedding?� She chuckled. �Should I pretend that you decorated just for me?� With a smile, her hand moved to the waist of her trousers, her fingers gently plucking the first string that held them secure. Was she causing desire to swell in him? Did he see the desire in her? To gain control of the situation, she took a deep breath and untied the second fasten. Anything to keep his gaze from her hardening nipples allowing him to gain the sexual upper hand.

"Pretend all you like but the truth suits us better. Just for you, my love." His voice dropped to the hot honeyed sweetness of arousal. �Move not another inch." He demanded, dark fathomless eyes pinned to where her fingers were working her laces. He stared for long moments and then he began shedding fabric, his shirt tossed to the floor atop her ed ced corset. And when the only thing left on either of their bodies was his now overly tight trousers he turned on his heels and made his way towards the dresser pulling from its bottom drawer a large brass bowl and something he tucked in the waistband of his trousers. His hand next touched upon the lid of a small water cask. Lifting it, he dipped the bowl inside and turned back to her. Balancing the bowl, he managed the bed on his knees and sat the bowl beside her. Slipping the soft sea sponge from his trousers, he pushed it below the water and then lifted it to her skin, not caring a wit that the bed below would be soaked, his only need to see water sliding over her skin. "You and watre ore one and the same, Morgan," he whispered, truly in awe.
As the first splash of the cool water touched her heated skin her body arched upward. She had always felt large � awkward. In a single sentence he had made her begin to feel graceful � lithe. For that alone she would be tempted to give him whatever he desired of her. Her hands slid to the trail of water that coursed across her mid-section, bringing the moisture to her breasts and shouldin ain a slow, languid movement. �I was born on the water. It�s my passion.� Her eyes met his, a shimmering topaz color gleaming from them. �One of my passions, that is.� Her hips bucked upward once more as she felt another drizzle from the sponge. Oh, what she�d love to tell him what to do to her with that sponge. But, this was his night. She wanted to see what he could do with her body should she just once relent completely to his desire. Her hand reached out to caress the slight, yet surprisingly strong chest. �Tell me one of yours?� Did her voice really sound as tempting as she believed?
You, he wanted to say, wanted to give voice to that simple yet complicated passion. But the sight of her, there on his bed with the water shimmering across her skin, his lips remained sealed. Instead, he ran the sponge slowly, languidly, over her body. His own, was fairly screaming with pent up lust, his shaft engorged and tenting the f of of his trousers. But as a last offering before he dropped the sponge back to the bowl, he lifted it, water cascading downward as he eased his fingers between her silken thighs. Parting her womanly flesh to reveal her core, he lifted the sponge above her letting heavy water droplets slither down her finding her sensitive heat.
Legs spreading wider, she marveled at the feel of the water invading her body. Her eyes expanded in surprise as the water, mixed with the feel of roughened fingers, danced in and around her sex. Again, her body jumped and writhntilntil her hips began a familiar circular rhythm trying to ease the building exhilaration. It briefly registered to her how strange it was that water should create such a fire inside her. Her hands followed the trail of liquid to reach the area that caused her so much erotic contentment only to touch the male hand that lay there. Letting her fingers follow his, her eyes rolled back and her head tossed on the finely stuffed pillow as she rode the wave of mounting yearning that she was certain would soon crescendo. She refused to think about the disappointment she would feel at the end. She focused only on the feelings reeling through her now, at this moment. Jack Sparrow was a pirate, a reprobate, a hellion and a scalawag, but one thing was obvious � he had come closer to bringing her body to sexual fruition than any other man. And for this one night, she intended to take full advantage of it.
Her every action, reaction, fueled him, grasping his body in tight waves of crashing need. He shifted his weight from one hip to the other trying to relieve the tightening in his lower half so that he could enjoy the slow play with Morgan, feeling the wet soft feminine lips sliding along his fingers.
Great gulping intakes of air wereled led deeply into her lungs as she tried desperately to hold on to reality. She was feeling close � very close. She just had to hold out a little while longer � had to try. But she couldn�t contain it. In an upsurge of erotic fury, she felt her body explode into climactic contentment, her feminine muscles expanding and contracting in quick repetition, slowing not quite as quickly as usual giving her a little more time to enjoy the feeling. �Ah, Sparrow,� she said, her voice thicker than even she could ever remember. �You should know better than to start with such a wonderful treat. How on earth will the rest be able to compete?� When she was finally able to move her arms again she reached out, her finger barely tracing the bulging steel confined inside his trousers and smiled almost sweetly.
"Never underestimate a master." His voice was low, almost hoarse; as his mind still reeled from watching her undulating body come to completion. "I have my tricks." He lifted his hips at her touch, eager for more, much more.
She sat straight up in the bed. Her legs still spread, she maneuvered toward him easily beginning the task of unfastening his pants to reach slowly inside. �Please, Captain. Tell Morgan your burly first mate can come out to play.� Her mouth moved to his neck, her teeth pulling the tanned male skin into her mouth as she sucked the leathery flesh hard and deeply.
"Mmmmm...." He moaned, her mouth setting a blaze where it roamed. "Just waiting to be called to duty, Love." He began wondering how he had possibly stayed away from this, from her for so very long. How had he survived without the pleasure only she could reign upon him? He swore then to never deprive himself again.
A suction noise sounded as she moved her mouth from his skin and began the slow, teasing art of kissing his mouth thoroughly. And then suddenly teasing wasn�t enough. In a flurry of movement her hands had ripped the trousers from his lower half and she fell back onto the mattress. Rolling hard as she pulled him with her, she pressed his back onto the bed using her body as leverage to keep him pinned. After devouring his mouth with hers for what seemed like hours, she lifted herself and sat straddled on his upper thighs. Letting her hands move to fondle and manipulate his manhood, she gave a wicked leer. �Shall I guide the ship into port, sir? Or do you care to command this excursion yourself?�
He crooked his finger to her, not trusting his voice to give the proper command. No. It was much better whispered, with her leaning over him, breasts poised for his hands.
She shook her head to the crooked finger. With one hand she grasped hold of his rigid member. With the other, the used two fingers to open her sensitive portal. With deliberate lingering she slowly guided his now-twitching member into the hot moisture of her body�s most intimate cavern. Stretched to her limit � that�s what she felt as she allowed herself to acclimate to his unusually large size. It always amazed her that a man of his slight stature could possess a member so �enormous. It took a lot to fill her. Any more and she would be too small. No, this was a perfect fitting. "Not too tight, I hope,� she whispered in ragged tones. Lifting her body and plunging onto his, she used her weight to bury him as fully into her as humanly possible. And then she repeated the motion, and repeated � over and over until she thought she was going loose all ability to think clearly, her only need that of unabated carnal lust.
He bucked and pitched up into her. His own climax was mounting, but all he could think of was Morgan. She rutted like a man, taking it fast and hard. Everything he knew about women told him it couldn't be as pleasurable for her as it should be. With his eyes ing ing back into his head he drew in a hissed breath and grasped her hips, slowing her, and coming to a complete stop for seconds on end when he knew they were both teetering on the edge of oblivion. Denial of the ultimate made it all that much sweeter.
Confusion peeked through her sex-starve mind. What was he doing? Stopping them, when he was so close? She prided herself on being able to make a man drain his essence in little time and here this man was denying her even that satisfaction? Bastard! Her woman�s wall clamped hard on his rod, her hands trying hard to break her hips from his vice-like grip. �What are you doing?� she barked, her hands still clawing at his, her body all the while trying to writhe above him but being stilled in his locked hands. She reached out and slapped him hard on the cheek, her body feeling a craving she had never experienced before. �Stop fiddling and FINISH IT!� Yet, in her mind she begged him silently to never stop, never let her fall to the feeling of insufficiency she knew too well. She moved to slap him into submission again.
His own hand snaked out wrapping around her wrist and bringing her hand to his lips. They curled ruthlessly, revealing sparkling gold among small white teeth. Sinking slowly into the soft pad just below her thumb he growleudlyudly. He wasn't about to speed things along for her, not this time. He planned to hold out just as long as he possibly could.
The feel of his teeth dipping into her skin drove her passions even farther. The sweetness of the pain was almost her undoing, her words coming in broken breaths. �You really are � a complete � and total � bastard.� She took possession of his mouth as she waited impatiently for the erotic movement to begin again. As she continued to devour his mouth with hers, the need for more overtook her. Her torso writhed over his as her hand quickly maneuvered to grasp his heavenly globes using all her strength to press his body upward into hers.
And with all the strength he could muster he shifted, bringing her below him, their bodies not loosing contact for even the briefest moment. When he thought on it later he would whole heartily congratulate himself on such a magnificent maneuver. But while above her his mind didn't dare drift. He gave a powerful thrust, grunting with his effort, and then reached down and, scooping up her thighs, he shrugged them upon his shoulders, bending her tall length for perfect penetration.
Her back pressed into the soft mattress, her body fairly ached from the immense size of him, his hard length as far encased inside her body as possible. Gasping for air, her hands dug hard into the linen bedding as she felt an immediate reaction in the core of her being. She knew this time would be different as his manhood pounded almost mercilessly into her. In an almost dream-like state she realized she lacked only hearing his voice, yet it was all she could do to keep oxygen pumped into her lungs as she writhed and thrust her hips, meeting him stoke for stroke trying desperately to continue the fiery feeling that convulsed through her entire life form. �Come,� she whispered frantically needing to know that he felt this euphoria as well. �Damn you, Jack � Come!�
"First,� he gasped out, near to mindless with his impending release, held in check only by his iron will. "Tell me again. Tell me what a...a bastard I am." Thrusting with a wild abandon, he inwardly urged her to hurry, unsure if he could keep such control in check.
�Bastard,� she murmured feeling her essence boiling inside her like scalding lava on the verge of erupting. She continued the sexual dance between them as her voice became huskier. �Of all of the bastards ever known since the nninnning of time,� she moaned, �none can be more nefarious than you.� Another loud rumble from deep in her throat seeped out as her hands began to pound into the mattress. �I shall �very likely have to� kill you for this �heinous antic.� She was almost there � almost at a place she had never been before. Could it be that this time �
"Then kill me now, Morgan...,� he howled with a deep, punishing thrust into her. His mind slipping into the madness of a body denied.
She barely heard his voice, her every fiber focused on the feeling concentrated in the very center of her womanhood. Beginning there, the molten magma ran in delicious trails to every portion of her body, her fingers and toes straightening in rigid stiffness before curling tightly as the feeling overwhelmed her. Racked with convulsions, Morgan actually felt tears form in the corners of her eyes. Tears, for God�s sake, tears! Just as she was beginning to float back to reality, she felt the heated warmth of male seed flowing inside her covering her feminine walls and the effect began anew. It seemed like hours before she could actually will herself to breath. �Damn you to hell, Sparrow,� she said, her voice a gentle whisper. �What have you done to me?�
Rolling to his side, he molded against her, breathing hard and completely sated. "Set you free."
She smiled to herself knowing he had done just that. �Set me free, have you,� she breathed letting her fingers move to tease the long dark strands of his hair. �And you? I�ve been in your acquaintance long enough, my love, to know that you do nothing unless it benefits you.� She nestled closer to his body letting her skin memorize the heated feel of his.
"True." He raised his head up and tapped thoughtfully at his chin, and then turned a winking eye on her. There was no chance he was going to give voice to his thoughts. Knowing how to pleasure her so thoroughly would bring her back to his bed, no matter that she had declared only one night.
Lifting her face to read his expression, her eyes narrowed in that exotically familiar way. �Bastard,� she spit out before snuggling back down into his embrace. She hid her smile. Usually she�d take her pleasure and leave, and she�d do that now. If she could only move her limbs, which still felt like limp seaweed. Delicious limp seaweed. She stifled a yawn and snuggled even more. Tomorrow they would begin their alliance; they would keep their desires and their bodies in check. Tonight she would allow herself the leisure of sleeping in the arms of the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow.
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