Part 14 (2/2)
”That fool's loss is my gain.”
He kissed her, and Sparrow clung to him, knowing the pirate had completely stolen her heart. Her grip tightened around his neck as he lifted her off the fence and carried her to the lake.
Placing her on the gra.s.s, Lock kissed her before undressing and wading into the water. Sparrow discarded her clothes and followed him, watching as he ducked beneath the surface and rose, shaking out his thick ma.s.s of kinky hair. She swam to him and slipped her arms around his waist. He glanced at her and grinned, but continued was.h.i.+ng, scrubbing his underarms and using both hands to cleanse his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s beneath the water's surface.
”I have plans for us tonight, girl,” he winked.
”What plans?” she asked as she also began a thorough scrubbing. For some reason, she sensed his plans had nothing to do with a night out in the village.
”I think you'll enjoy the evening, if you get my meaning.”
”Really? I can hardly wait.”
Lock strode towards her, placing a smacking kiss on her mouth before he left the water and gathered their clothing. She approached, and he handed her their garments before sweeping her into his arms and carrying her back to the house.
”Keeping toting me around this place and I'll get spoiled.”
”You should be spoiled.”
Sparrow rubbed her nose against his and smiled. ”I'm not meant for spoiling. I had that kind of life as a princess.”
”Depends on the kind of spoiling we're talking about, girl. I'm no royal, that's for d.a.m.n sure, but I know a few things about keeping women happy.”
”I want to be more than just a woman to you!”
”You're not just a woman. You're my woman. Not because you're a slave or a wh.o.r.e, but because we're inside each other now.”
Back at the house, Lock placed Sparrow on the bed and took the clothes still clutched in her hands. Tossing the pile aside, he stretched out near her, facing her feet.
”What are you doing?” she grinned.
”Something you'll like as much as I do.” He dragged her closer and buried his face in her crotch, running his tongue over her c.l.i.t. ”Take my c.o.c.k, Sparrow. Do what you did that day in the tub.”
Sparrow's pulse quickened, both from the sensation of his mouth on her c.l.i.t and the idea of simultaneously doing the same to his c.o.c.k.
She edged closer and clasped the root of his staff as she licked it from top to bottom. Her tongue swirled around the head, and she took him partway into her mouth, sucking hard and quick. Lock groaned as he lapped her c.l.i.t and plunged his tongue into her p.u.s.s.y.
Sparrow uttered a helpless sound, continuing to lick, suck, and nip his c.o.c.k. It swelled beneath her ministrations. Knowing she pleasured him while he pleasured her excited her so much that within moments she erupted in o.r.g.a.s.m. Even as she shook, throbbed, and panted, she continued licking his c.o.c.k.
Lock's tongue and lips never ceased their movements. He explored the delicate folds of moist flesh, sucked on her hard little nub, and flattened his tongue against the flesh between her p.u.s.s.y and bottom hole. A second o.r.g.a.s.m built inside Sparrow. This time when she climaxed, she momentarily tore her mouth from his c.o.c.k as her breath came in pleasured sobs.
He continued devouring her. Sparrow's legs trembled and her c.l.i.t ached with desire. Surely no one could live through this kind of pleasure? Yet she felt as if she was cheating him a and herself. She grasped his b.a.l.l.s and laved his c.o.c.k head, trailing her tongue along the underside. She buried her lips at the base and lapped the kinky hair as well as his b.a.l.l.s. An anguished sound broke from Lock's throat, still he continued pleasuring her. His tongue swirled inside her while his finger circled her c.l.i.t.
Sparrow came again, whimpering with desire, though this time she refused to give up on him. She laved and mouthed his c.o.c.k until her o.r.g.a.s.m waned, then she drew him deep into her mouth, as if gulping his shaft.
”Ahh!” Lock groaned, his entire body tense.
Sparrow withdrew his c.o.c.k partway and tried the short quick sucking motions on his c.o.c.k head. His hips thrust towards her, and she grasped his rock-hard b.u.t.tocks as he came so long and hard she wondered if he'd ever stop.
Finally both sprawled, limp and fulfilled, on the bed. The last thing she felt before tumbling into sleep was Lock's hand grasping her foot and his lips pressing to the arch.
Since Lock had agreed to act as Sparrow's slave until Shea-Ann returned, he expected the coming weeks to stretch endlessly, but to his surprise, days pa.s.sed with unprecedented swiftness. Had it not been for the arm band, he might have even forgotten he was-in the eyes of the village-Sparrow's property. They spent their days working the farm and caring for the house and nights making love, swimming in the lake or riding the white stallion across the countryside.
With Lock's diligent training and patience, the stallion had learned to trust him and obeyed his every command. He and Sparrow spent days arguing over the horse's name, and finally decided on Sea Storm.
With the approaching fall, the nights grew cooler, and one evening after supper, Lock and Sparrow donned cloaks, mounted Sea Storm, and rode to the edge of the woods. Lock smiled as he nudged the stallion to a canter. Sparrow clung to his waist. He loved the feeling of her body so close to his, reminding him of what was to come later that evening.
By the trees, he slowed the horse, and they plodded along the forest's edge.
”It's a beautiful night,” Sparrow said, tugging out a leaf that had blown into Lock's hair. ”It'll snow in a few months.”
”We'll most likely be gone by then.”
Sparrow's eyes clouded. ”I keep forgetting we won't be staying here.”
”I hate to take you from a home you love, Sparrow, but I can't spend the rest of my life pretending to be a slave.”
”I don't want you to. I said I'd follow you anywhere, Lock, and I meant it.”
”It's getting cloudy. Feels like a storm.” Lock glanced skyward. ”Let's go home.”
Sparrow grinned, her hands sliding over his thighs. ”I like that idea.”
”I know what your plan is, girl. You'll wear me out so I won't be able to travel,” he teased.
”So lacking in stamina, are you?”
He glanced over his shoulder, flinging her a look of carnal challenge. ”When it comes to some things, I can outdistance this horse.”
She laughed and dropped her hand to his crotch. ”And some parts of you almost outweigh him.”
He glanced between his legs and said, ”I wouldn't go that far, girl. Almost, though.”
She playfully swatted him in the back of the head. Just as a frosty rain started to fall, they turned Sea Storm back toward the house.
By the time they arrived at home, all three were soaked. While Lock brought the stallion to the barn to settle him for the night, Sparrow returned to the house.
When Lock finally stepped inside and shook off his half-frozen cloak, Sparrow had a fire leaping in the hearth and was awaiting him beneath the bedcovers.
She sat up, the blankets falling from her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and smiled at him. ”Come here and let me warm you up.”
He shed his wet clothes and slid beneath the blankets.
She s.h.i.+vered as his body covered hers, and she teased, ”To think I just got warm!”
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