1 comments/ 12116 views/ 1 favorites Riding the Storm By: Spearsis July 1998 The Nevada sky grew hazy with the heat and the dust and in the distance the first signs of the lightning storm to come grumbled and roared. I sat curled up in a chair in the living room listening to the thunder and I could feel my heart beating and my body growing tense. A lighting storm outside was the harbinger of a different type of storm inside and I wondered briefly if tonight would be the last night, if tonight he would hurt me so badly I would finally break the spell he had cast over me and walk away. The slamming door caught my attention as he stormed into the house and when I looked at him I couldn't breathe, and just for a moment I stared. Jack Little Horse Delgado, my recent drug of choice, and the most beautiful man I had, or have, ever seen. He glowed to me, he was half Piute, half Lakota Sioux and I have never seen another creature as intense as this man. We had met a few weeks earlier at a bar in Caliente Nevada, I had only intended to stop for a few days on my way back to Idaho, but I took one look at Little Horse and I was hooked. I met him at one of the bars, and when he walked in, all six foot three of him, I remember seeing images of great feral cats in my mind. His waist length pitch black hair was held back in a single braid and his face held me captive for a moment. His face was all harsh angles and planes, with deep set dark brown eyes, the classic Sioux nose, which could double as a beak and a cold hard smile. His body was like his face, hard, and I don't mean that made in a gym hard, Little Horse had gained his muscle tone from long grueling hours of work I remember smiling at him and instantly recognizing how dangerous he was and not caring. I went home with him a few hours later, and the next morning I watched him work out on his roof. Little Horse's love was martial arts as well as Native American hand to hand combat styles. He used to laugh and say he was born a hundred years too late and how the art of battle had been lost with the Indian Nations. "Counting coup," he used to say, "must have a man feel like a God." Little Horse was angry in a way most people simply didn't understand, he embodied 200yrs of rage, a rage that had been passed down to him with his brown eyes and black hair, a rage that held him as close as his honey brown skin and beat with his wild Lakota heart, it was the rage of his ancestors and he kept his rage under a tight rain, until the lighting flashed across the sky and then he needed to ride the lighting. A short bust of thunder brought me back to the here and now, and I looked up at Little Horse and shuddered at the wild look in his eyes. "I'll be on the roof," he snarled. I watched him walk up to the roof as the first streak of lighting streaked through the sky and fear crept up my spine. I hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Jose Cuervo and a couple of shot glasses and followed him. I stood for a moment watching him, in nothing but his jeans as he worked his blade skills and my eyes never left the knife in hands. Blades of all kinds fascinate me and we are old friends. Taking a quick shot of Tequila I stripped out of my clothes and pulled my hair out of my barrette, and naked I walked through the door and into the storm. After tossing back a shot of tequila I stepped into the battle circle he had created for himself, and at first he didn't realize it's me, and for a moment the blade hovered gently at my throat. Little Horse looked up at me and grinned at my naked body ant the shot of tequila in my hand. "You should leave," he said softly. "Really, I thought you would rather have me here." "I do want you here, but you know what I want," he replied. "Let's ride the lightning, baby." Tossing back his drink he grins, picked up his blade and said, "Let's ride." Pulling him close to me I kissed him, my tongue reveling in the taste of tequila on his lips, and the led him back into the house, grabbing the bottle and then heading for the bedroom Little Horse is my other half, his fire to my ice, and while I do not love him I do worship him. I kneel at his feet and worship the pain he gives me with a flick of his wrist and revel in the way it feels, I glory in the heat of the bloodlust and sometimes it seems like the only time I'm warm is when I bleed and I crave the heat and Little Horse blazes like a fire. Pain, for some, is merely pain, unpleasant and to be avoided but to some of us pain is something more, something different and I crave the pain. I'm a junkie, and the razor blade is my crack pipe and the knife blade my bottle. I've been cutting for years, and like any junkie I do it to fill the void. Pain, when it's the only thing a person can feel because everything else is empty and hollow, can replace pleasure and like cocaine once you grasp the high, once you get to nirvana everything is clearer. In the bed room he shoves me down to my knees and unbuttons his jeans, fondling his cock and grinning at me we begin to play the game. I take him into my mouth and begin the ritual. Little Horse plays restlessly with the blade in his hand, and when I begin to suck his cock, he lightly traces the blade over the skin on my neck and shoulders; this is a game of control. It's always about control, about controlling the pain before it controls you. It's about cutting just deep enough to obtain the high but not deep enough to permanently mark the skin. The game we play tonight is dangerous because it's all about causing the other to lose control. The object here is to arouse him as I trace the wide head of his cock with my tongue but not to bring him to climax, as I tease him with my lips, my tongue, and my teeth he will match my intensity with the blade. With a low moan I look up at him and begin to go faster. Up and down the length of his cock, I stroke him with my lips, my tongue and lightly graze him with my teeth. I gasp in shock as that first fiery stroke marks my skin, and then my shoulder burns as he cuts me just a little deeper. The heat of the thin cut that he's traced into my skin makes me gasp, there is strange twisted part of me that needs this and want more and I can feel the first low throb of arousal deep inside me. The blade slides smoothly over my shoulders leaving a faint red trail in its wake and each stroke makes me writhe in bizarre combination of pleasure and pain and I begin to lose control so I reach up to stroke his balls and chuckle lightly as he gasps. I moan because he digs the knife just a little deeper and then I slide my mouth over the entire length of him, taking his cock into my throat. Little Horse responds by drawing the blade over my breast and I scream, as it grazes my nipple. I'm in dangerous territory and the pain is intense, it's like fire across my skin, heat racing along the bloody lines. I take him deeper and even as I scream around his cock he digs the blade just a little harder. I know I should stop but I can't because I'm close, so incredibly close. Little Horse senses my reckless mood and reaches down to grasp my hair and hold my face close to his groin and the he begins to thrust hard, hard enough so that I can taste the blood in the back of my throat and then it hits me, the deep red of orgasm as he pounds into the back of my throat. Pushing me away from him, Little Horse grins down at me. He knows he won this round but the night is young and the storm just started. Riding the Storm With a sigh I open my eyes for the tenth time this night, somehow I can't get to sleep. As I turn my head I start to smile as I see you next to me vast asleep. I lay there wide awake for a few minutes watching you in the dark, listening to your breathing before I slide from under the sheets. It's only 2am in the morning damn... as I walk out of the bedroom the damp air clings to my naked body as I walk down to smoke a cigarette. In the distance I can hear the rumbling of a more then welcome summer storm, some refreshing rain would be perfect right now... With a loud sigh I exhale, maybe the cigarette can calm me down I say to myself as I open the patio doors and step outside to sit down in a lounge chair. I can feel the air brush over my body as I try to relax and let my mind wander off. I can't stop thinking about what happened between us yesterday morning... how good it felt, feels even. Just thinking about it gets me worked up already I discover with mixed feelings of lust and love. Finally it starts to rain. Little drops of freshness gushing down, clenching everyone's thirst. I feel my sweaty body aching for it and without hesitation I walk outside into the garden. Instantly I feel my taunt body react as the cool wetness pours onto it. I feel it splash on my face, rattling my chest as I stand there outside in the rain. I hear you call me from inside and I call out for you. 'What are you doing there you idiot?' you shout to me, but I just stand there smiling... feeling my body come alive again. As lightning strikes nearby I see you standing out there in the patio, more beautiful than ever before as I suddenly realize how much I love you. 'Come here...' I call out over the storm as I reach my hand out for you... finally I feel your hand grabbing mine... I pull you into my arms. Your warm body pressed up against mine, your warm soft skin shivers in the storm. I run my fingers through your hair as I hold you firm to reach down for a kiss. Lightning strikes nearby as our lips touch each other, sending an electrifying shock through our bodies. I feel your love in our kisses, taste your compassion and hunger as our tongues flirtingly entangle themselves as a prelude to desire. When I open my eyes I see the raindrops splash into your face while my hands reach up to your belly. The shirt you wore to cover your nakedness clings to your wet body, outlining your beautiful figure underneath the thin fabric. Finally I release you from it, revealing your beautiful full breasts to the rain. Drops falling onto your skin melt together to form rivers rushing down your body... I take you in my arms and lift you up. You slide your arms around my neck as I walk back to the patio. I set us down with you sitting on my lap.. Your face is all red and taunted by the rain. We both burst out in laughter as we start to kiss again and slowly lose ourselves in our own thunderstorm of passion building up inside us. The storm rages on as we're sheltering in each other arms, my hands exploring are your exhilarated body, sliding across your back as you move closer to me. You press your body into me, entangled in each other. Split seconds of lightning reveal our intimacy... a hand stroking a leg... fingers groping... a back arched... like snapshots capturing this moment to never be forgotten. You arch back as my hand strokes your down your neck and chest. My mouth and lips following as my hands cup your breasts, hold them up for my mouth to taste. In the darkness you feel my tongue swirl closer to your nipple. My mouth taste the freshness of your skin mixed with the cool drops of water until I retract my tongue. My lips just hovering over your nipple I blow my hot breath over her, gently awaken her. You feel your entire body shivers and tingles as goose bumps are starting to appear. I move my mouth to your other breast and with the tip of my tongue whisk over your nipple, telling her softly to swell. My mouth swarms over your breast, sucking the water drops of her, nibbling her firm flesh. With my hand starts massaging your other breast, my thumb rubbing over her, teasing her until she completely swollen. As my lips close around her and start nibbling and sucking on her I flick your other nipple and roll her trough my fingers. You feel like your breasts are about to burst... the combination of the darkness, the rain and your hunger has you gasping for air. My hands slide lower and hold you by your sides as I my kisses go down over your flat belly... hungry exploring every little inch of your beautiful body... I raise my knees and let you lean back against them. My hands slide under your butt and lift you up. Willingly you spread your legs and place them over my shoulder before I lean into you. Nervously you await there in the dark, laying on my raised knees and held up by my arms. Then you feel my tongue touch you just above your soft flesh. My tongue follows the path of the streams of water who poured down your body to disappear between your lips... My lips starts kissing your wet skin, creating a hickey just above Her... still hidden for me. My chin presses into you and as I suck and kiss it rubs down into you, massaging her. I feel your hand rubbing through my hair, grabbing it when you force me lower. I obey your silent command by circling my tongue around your lips until I let the tip slide between your slit, tasting your intimacy in my mouth. Your legs cling onto me as you feel my tongue slide inside you. I tilt my head a little to spread you open with my lips. I try to clench my thirst as I start sucking you, eagerly licking up your warm and bitter wetness buried inside you. I spread my mouth even further to allow my tongue to reach up to you and start licking your clit. With firm pressing strokes I start rubbing her, commanding her while your wetness drips over my chin and neck. Your entire body is trembling as I suck her into my mouth, my lips closing around her, holding her tight as my teeth gently scrape her. I can feel you shake above me as you no longer are able to control your muscles. In a flash of lightning I can see your flexed belly, your firm breasts with your nipples perking and your head arched back. Your eyes are closed as you try to take control over your body again. With your clit still held captive in my mouth, I run my tongue alongside her, as fast as I can I stroke her, left to right... right to left... pressing up to her until my lips start tingling. Suddenly you arch up and stretch your legs. I'm barely able to hold you up as your orgasm explodes inside you, overwhelmed by burst of ecstasy you jerk and push to let me release you from your captivity but I manage to keep you in my mouth and keep on rubbing you till your waves of pleasure slowly diminish after a few minutes. I open my mouth to release her and spread your lips wide open to taste your orgasm, feel it in my mouth and start to eat you. Hungry I lick and swallow until I lean back, gasping for air and let you slide of my shoulders. Instantly you reach down behind yourself and I feel your fingers grab my erected cock. Slowly you slide down and lower yourself onto it. The first time you just let it touch you, sliding between your lips... then the second time you come down you take me inside you. Without hesitation you let me penetrate you. I feel the flesh of my cock roll back as I enter your you, filling you as you stretch and start to ride me. Still short of breath I try and support you as you arch up and proudly ride me. With one hand you're rubbing your clit while your other hand is all over your body. As I reach up to touch your breasts you push my hand away, telling me this is your moment... You close your eyes as you begin to milk me, I feel you squeezing my hard cock inside you, forcing me to give what you need. You bend over and bury your nails in my chest as you rapidly start riding me, thrusting your ass hard down on me. The look of your sweeping breasts in front of my face are making me moan with desire but you quickly silence me by leaning in and kissing me. I feel your lips all over my face as you continue to ride me. Your breasts pressed up against my chest, your hands holding my face as you look deep into my eyes. You want to look in my eyes as I orgasm, you want me to see how it makes you feel as I squirt inside of you.... You slow down and as you lift yourself of me I feel you squeezing me completely before you release me and lower yourself on me again. You know how this makes me crazy as you continue to teasingly slow ride me. You lean in again to kiss me and bite on my lip, holding it as you raise up again before letting it go. You've lifted yourself almost of me, my throbbing head pressed up against you... waiting for the right moment.... The moment lightning strikes you force yourself hard on me, thrusting down into me as everything around us is completely lit. The combination of my face gasping with pain and the feeling of my cock clashing into you are too much for you as you feel yourself erupting in your second orgasm. I start to spasm beneath you as my cock squirts out, ejaculating deep inside of you. Shooting out my cum which fuses with your overflowing orgasm. With every burst inside of you, your body trembles until you fall totally exhausted onto me. Riding the Storm "Sorry, Love," a low voice came from the recently destroyed cabin doorway. "Jack?" I peered through the smoke and darkness. A rush of relief swept over me, I almost smiled upon seeing him. He marched toward me into the cabin. He didn't answer; instead he began wrapping a sheet around me and threw me over his shoulder. "Jack! Put me down!" I yelped and pounding his back with my fists. "Wait" I continued, "Miss Fernandez! Jack wait, you must save her, she's in the cabin too." I wailed. We came out on deck – it was covered in blood and scattered bodies, men still flighting and screaming, thunderous cannons firing. The smell and sight was nearly too much and my stomach heaved. Jack flung me back to my feet and crushed his arm around my waist. "Hold on to me" he commanded, dragging me to the edge of the foreign ship. He swung us across to the Black Pearl by rope, flying through commotion, smoke and wayward bullets. We landed with a thud, my knees giving way as I landed. Jack thrust a sword into my hands, pushed me beside some crates and jumped away to fight for his ship. I sat for a moment trying to get my head around what was happening. This was a long way from what I had imagined my life would be. How on earth did I think I could cope with this life!? Staring at the sword, I noticed the reflection of horizon began to lighten with the approaching dawn. My heart leapt again in panic – Miss Fernandez? A voice boomed closely overhead startling me, "Hard to starboard! Full canvas!" Pirates appeared out of the woodwork, the call echoed by fellow pirates, and like a team of ants scurried around the ship following the command. The ship swayed in the seas, slowly turning away from the enemy ship. There were still other pirates on board the Black Pearl. I knew I had to try fight, but every muscle ached and suddenly became lethargic. I stood up against the crates, the sword feeling like a ton of lead in my hand. This was certainly unfamiliar territory for me. I narrowly dodged two swipes from the lieutenant who had knocked me unconscious on our first meeting, before summoning the power to swipe my own sword which drew across his throat. He fell with a thud, no other sounds but gurgling. The ship swayed and lurched as it changed direction in the growing seas. I couldn't help but stare at the man who I had just taken his life from. It was surreal. Suddenly Jack was in front of me again, eyes intense with concern, "You alright love?" I blinked at him blankly, only to realise that he had in his arms, an unconscious yet unhurt Miss Fernandez. ****************** I woke in Jacks dimly lit cabin; the seas were huge, tossing the ship like a little paper boat on a wild river, wind howling through the ship like a tornado. How long had I been asleep I wondered? The ship lurched down a wave, nearly rolling me from the shabby bed. Must be night - Lightning lit the room, the thunder almost on top of me. I staggered to get up and out of the bed, realising I had been put in a cotton under dress. "Some clothes finally!" I said, smiling to myself. I grabbed a long coat that was crumpled on the floor next to the cabin door, and went to the deck, grabbing the walls as the ship rocked and rolled from side to side. The rain was almost horizontal, and wind still howling. Jack was at the wheel, and others stationed around the deck. I clambered up to Jack, feeling useless and annoyed at being such a damsel. "What are you doing up here?" he yelled through the stinging rain, "Get back inside before you go overboard!" My pigheadedness and naivety took over. "What can I do to help?" I yelled back at him, my hair whipping wildly in the wind and rain. "Get inside that bloody cabin woman!" he bellowed. "No, I can help, just tell me what to do!" I screamed back. A huge wave crashed over the deck, and I was swept off my feet, washing up against the rail of the ship along with another deckhand. "Whoa, that was close! Better hang onto something Esperanza," I told myself. "Mr Gibbs!" Jack yelled, "on the wheel!" Bedraggled, I glared back at Jack, determined to show him I could help. "Aye aye sir!" came the reply, as Jack stormed over and scooped me from the deck, dragging me back to the cabin, his eyes nearly as wild as the storm. My cotton dress was almost see through from the rain, the jacket I pilfered proved quite useless. I stood in the doorway dripping, feeling like a child in trouble. Jack stood at the other end of the cabin, turned to face me, staring at me with dark eyes, "I give an order love, you take it, savvy?" I stared down at the hem down my sopping dress. A cold shiver shuddered its way down my spine. Jack paced right in front of me, with a an equally cold look, "Understand?" he repeated. My tired and naïve mind started rambling. I started to fear he would use me for ransom, just like he used me in return for his freedom before. I stared at my feet, feeling more than sheepish. The voice in my head started, "Great idea Esperanza, run away from palace life, to live an adventure that will end with you 6 feet under! Or worse, in the bellies of sharks...This man doesn't have a heart, he's a pirate..." As if he read my mind, Jack's voice warmed, "It was the only way to get you back love. I had to trade you so I could save you myself. I couldn't get you out if I were captured too. I'm just sorry I took so long." The voice in my head replied to him, "Hmm, maybe he does have a heart..." He stepped back to look at me, my breasts outlined in the wet fabric, it clung to my hips and thighs. I shivered uncontrollably with the cold. "Take it off," Jack ordered softly, "...Esperanza." I challenged him with a glare, "No," I mumbled with quivering lips. His jaw tensed, eyes glimmering. "I'll be back in moment, wait here." I didn't really have a better option; I was shivering so hard I could hardly grip the fabric of the dress to take it off anyway. Jack walked out of the cabin, locking the door behind him as the storm continued to thrash the ship. I shuffled slowly over to the dusty and musty bed, and crumpled down beside it. Before I could think, hot tears spilled out and down my face. After a few minutes of sobbing, I made a resolution. I had one chance at life and if wanted it I'd have to take it. I wasn't a princess, maybe my title was, but I didn't fit the title. I didn't fit in with that way of life. Jack returned, opening the cabin door slowly, and looked over to me with troubled eyes. Slowly he walked over to me, placing a strange pottery piece, like a bottle, down next to me and took both my arms to drag me to my feet. "Be gentle" I hushed at him, my back wounds tearing with pain. He stepped aside and turned the blankets and cotton sheets over to form a softer bed. He swiftly took off his hat and coat, placing it and an assortment of weaponry on the chart table, and lit more candles. I went to ask Jack about Miss Fernandez, but a stab of fear for the chance of jealousy stopped me. With his back still turned he softly murmured, "She's fine, sleeping like a baby and her innocence still very much in tact, love." I flushed at his words, surprised at my own possessiveness of Jack. He wasn't mine to own. The ship rolled and creaked, but the storm seemed to subside, the rain still heavy but little wind or lightning. Jack walked back over to me, taking a dagger to my soaked cotton dress. He sliced it away at my breast, then peeled it slowly down my shivering body, letting it pool at my feet. I started to feel very insecure about being naked, again, inches from of a pirate. "Do you have to ruin every piece of clothing I wear?" I asked him tiredly. Jack just glanced to meet my gaze, and then looked away with no response. "Maybe I'll start a new trend and not wear clothes anymore," I jested at myself. I slowly sat down on the edge of the makeshift bed as Jack pulled a soft cloth around my shoulders, kneeling on the cabin floor in front of me. He looked up at me, his emotion different to last time I was this close to him. I became focused on his incredible eyes, as his lashes lifted to meet my gaze. It was like a spell he would cast over me, no matter my state of mind or determination not to go his way. Beautiful dark, dangerous, spell casting eyes. Like a match being lit, I instantly felt warm in my belly, spreading all through my body, tingling sensations sparking flames of desire. "Lie face down on the bed." Jack commanded, his eyes not leaving mine. I blinked at him with reservation. It wasn't what I had expected but I wearily shifted into the bed lying with my face turned toward him, arms curled tight by my sides. He pulled the sheet over my hips and across my legs leaving my back bare. I watched curiously as Jack took the bottle like piece of pottery and pulled the cork. The aroma of soft herbs similar to the rosemary we grew at home, wafted through the room, and he took the corner of the sheet to pat in the herbed oil and softly dabbed it on my sore and swollen back. The tenderness in his touch was a contradiction to what I had seen and heard of this man, this... Pirate. "Don't believe everything you here..." he murmured, still focused on treating my shredded back. Startled by his comment, I started to wonder if I had spoken the words or I was dreaming. What felt like hours of silence passed between us before I decided to ask him, "How did you know it was me, back at the tavern, how did you know who I was?" "Don't you mean who you still are?" he quickly replied, placing the bottle down again. I frowned at him, not sure where this was going. He kneeled back away from the bed and me, looking around the room before looking at me again, "Granted I may not be the most educated man in the world, I've been to Spain once or twice, but I know my way around this world, these oceans, and I know who should be out there on them and who shouldn't." Jack slowly stood up to stroll around the cabin, running his hand along the wood panels, "You want your freedom; I want the same thing Esperanza. It doesn't take much to recognise you're wild spirit, rare in a noble lady like yourself, but a spirit like yours shouldn't be tamed." Uncertainty got the better of me, was he jesting at me? "And what do you get out of it Captain Sparrow?" I replied sourly, twisting in the sheets in an attempt to sit up. Jack turned steadily around to face me, his eyes glowing with heat. I swung my legs down over the edge of the bed, flicking my still damp, curling hair from my face. His expression changed, his head tilting back as he spoke, "You know, most Spaniards are dark. Dark hair dark eyes, and yet you my dear have neither..." As I stood up from the bed he took two lazy steps and stopped impossibly close to me. "What has that got to do with anything?" I wildly replied, crossing my arms defensively. Jack's mouth slightly smiled, his eyes lighting up while his hands skimmed around my waist. Jack just continued to gaze at me, no answer, and no reaction. I shoved his chest in irritation, and went to charge out of the cabin not realising I was still in a sheet. As I got to the door, Jack grabbed the sheet firmly and it fell from my body, his smile triumphant as I spun around with an irate gasp. Before I had a chance to say anything to him, his mouth was on mine, possessing my lips. My resolve crumbled, my temper melted into desire and for the first time in a long time, I wanted to be right where I was. Thoughts that had started to explode in my mind, questions that were pouring in, faded away in to the darkness. As if reading my mind, Jack pulled away slightly, lips slightly bee stung and red, his simmering eyes burning a stare almost through me, "We can talk later, but for now..." he finished with intense passionate kisses. Shivers of excitement snaked their way down my spine, skin tingling again, I could feel the rush of heat and wetness form in my now almost craving pussy. I wanted to feel him deep inside, have him groan my name, have him take me anyway he wanted. I broke free from his kisses, and whispered in his ear, "Jack, take me," I pulled back to see in his eyes he already was screaming my name. The feeling sent me into a head spin of emotions. Knowing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him was incredible, and dangerous. He pinned me against the cabin wall, kissing my neck, shoulders, and slowly nipping and licking his way to my tight nipple. Each nip and bite sent small electric shocks through my aching body, I couldn't help but raise my leg to wrap around his thigh and pull him closer to me, sliding and grinding against his pelvis. Jack growled deep in his throat, and slowly rocked against me. I could feel his hard shaft straining, and I begged him hoarsely, "Please..." In a swift move he picked me up and we landed on the layers of cotton sheets on the bed. His eyes surveyed my body with hunger, but this time, he wanted to take it slower. He quickly but smoothly took off his scraggy shirt and fabric sashes, returning to kiss me again, this time more deeply, almost with affection. Deftly Jack removed his boots, and I reached to take off his constraining pants. After tearing them away my hands skimmed over his arms, shoulders, traced the scars on his torso. Jack climbed on top of me, finally his skin burning against mine. I could feel his shaft against my thigh, strong and hard the thought of it near sent me off the Richter scale. I reached for it, and gently I dragged my fingernails slowly up and down. Jack bucked with the touch, groaning and mumbling incoherently. His knee pressed on my inner thigh, coaxing me to spread my legs, and he continued to kiss randomly across my body while softly touching my sultry pussy. His fingers dipped inside, touching the molten heat. Gently but with intent he started to rub my wet, pulsing clit in soft circles, which sent repeating shockwaves though me. I writhed and arched beneath him, the feeling was nearly too much at the same time not enough, I wanted to let go, wanted to feel the rush, but I needed something more. Jack pulled away, shifting down between my legs, breathing heavily, and grabbed my ankles locking them over his shoulders. My whole body was on fire, aching and craving to feel him fill and stretch me. Jack bent to taste me, his tongue savouring my wet heat. Teasing he dragged his tongue slowly up, then flicker down only to come up again, then moving his way up my body he stopped at my breasts, licking and suckling them till they were red hot, only to blow cold air across them. Thrilling chills rippled down my body and I firmly pulled his head to mine, kissing with obsession. Jack slid his hard and hot cock up and down my saturated pussy lips, just touching my teased and tortured clit before savagely entering me in a hard thrust. I yelped and moaned as he slowly started to withdraw almost fully before plunging deep again. I lifted my hips, wanting more of him, pushing against his thrust, feeling his balls slap me each time and he responded with harder deeper strokes while his thumb stroked my swollen clit rapidly. He grabbed my hand and planted it on my own breast, his eyes devouring me, and I started to twist and pull on my nipples softly. I was mesmerised on his gorgeous body glowing in the candle light, the sensation of him in me, I couldn't help but moan in bliss. As Jack entered me over and over he groaned my name, along with cries of pleasure and yearning. With his rough fingers torturing my body, his gorgeous cock inside me, it started to build. Like a trail of gunpowder lit by a spark, it burnt its way to my core with intense and fervent fireworks firing throughout my searing pussy, then through my belly and my legs, turning my body into jelly. Instinctively I wrapped my legs tighter around Jack, pulling him further on top of me as he lost control. I could feel him spill, lava hot inside me while crying my name again. My near dripping wet pussy was still throbbing intensely, gripping his hard cock inside again sending ripples of pleasure through the both of us. He kissed me between breaths; I could feel his heart thumping against mine. Lighting lit the cabin again, abruptly reminding us of the storms, bringing us both back to reality. Jack gently rolled beside me, his arms encircling me in a tight embrace. I nestled my head in the nook of his arm, while my heart and breathing slowed. Lightening flashed through the room; the seas seemed to grow more violent again. The niggling questions started to creep back into my mind. "What did you mean when you said Spaniards only have dark hair and eyes, Jack, what are you getting at?" I hesitantly asked. Jack's eyes darkened, he shifted almost uncomfortably from our embrace. He sat up, and swung his legs over the side of our makeshift bunk. Head turned away he stared out the small glass windows, eyes far away in memory. I didn't know what to say; sacred of what was going on. His head flopped down and he spoke to his knees in a soft but growly voice. "I was young, round 15 I think, when you were rescued from a shipwreck on the southern coast of Spain; you were but three or four years old as I remember..." My eyes were incredulous, "Rescued? Shipwrecked? Jack what are you talking about..." I interrupted. Jack turned to look directly at me, serious eyes glowing with a deep burning fire. The splitting and deafening sound of lighting struck the mainsail, shattering the wood, and sending a shockwave through the ship. A yard post from the mast shattered its way through the decking. The cabin door flew open with crack; all I could see was lightening, fire and an enraged storm about to swallow us all.