Yule Fire

She dreamed of floating on a cloud, blissfully uncaring about the hustle and bustle of street life below. The honks of traffic were a mere whisper of sound.

Warm and safe, she snuggled in Jacques' arms and muttered, “I love you. Please stay with me here forever.”

His rumbling chuckle vibrated the whole cloud. “I've only been waiting for you to ask.” His kiss started out feather light, and deepened slowly. The whole cloud lit up with sunshine. She purred and wrapped her arms around his naked body. Her hands stroked along the hard muscled back. His flesh was just like him, firm and resilient, but hiding the hardness beneath. She needed that strength more than ever. Her hands tightened, pulling him closer. Another hardness pressed against her thigh. He released her lips and nibbled. “You should be too tired for this. It's been a busy day.”

Her thighs spread of their own accord. Every molecule of her body begged for a validation he'd stay. “I need you,” she breathed on a sigh, and opened her eyes.

Jacques really was above her, one arm holding him up while the other fought with the tangle of the tee shirt she'd replaced her blouse with after the cops claimed it.

Giggles threatened. “Guess I fell asleep in my clothes.”

Jacques grinned down at her in the semi-darkness. The main source of light was the blue reflection of the giant Qwest building that glowed over the entire downtown every night.

Belle wriggled a little. Poor Jacques with his bum leg was probably having a difficult time. “Let me get out of these things, since you're already naked.”

He rolled off obligingly and lay beside her. “Ah kin wait dat long, ah tink.”

She shivered with delight. His accent was back. She growled playfully and sat up to yank off her shirt. “You know what that accent does to me, don't you, evil man.” She fought with her damp panties.

Jacques reached over and tugged them down. They sailed across the room and landed somewhere in the darkness. “No. Why don' you show me, cher?”

Belle raised an eyebrow and shucked off her tee shirt. She wasn't that experienced at sexual equality, but she knew how to please. “I fully intend to.”

He grinned and reached for her, but she evaded his grasp.

Smiling wickedly, she crawled to the foot of the bed. “And now, me bucko, I'm going to imitate my mother's pirate ancestors and see if I can steal your treasure.”

He chuckled and raised his arms to rest his head on his hands. “Oh? This ought to be interesting. I am at your mercy, lady pirate.”

Not in the least put out, Belle swallowed a giggle. “Oh, he laughs. Let's see if you laugh in a minute.”

She dove for his cock and swallowed it before he could do more than gasp. Her perfectly straight –and expensive–teeth could do more than create a dazzling smile for the cameras. She scraped along the underside of the shaft while never letting up on the sucking pressure until she ran out of cock head with a pop.

Jacques moaned. “Oh, pirate torture. I see. I'll not tell you where my treasure is buried.”

Belle nursed on the head, relishing in the smell and taste of clean man. No fancy perfumes, just the best aphrodisiacs in the world, soap and water.

The salt-sweet taste of pre-cum and Jacques' sudden silence told her more than his teasing. Oh, yes, he was enjoying himself.

But now, it was her turn. She licked and nibbled her way up his body, stopping to nip in unexpected places. His skin flinched the first time, but his lips pressed together.

She purposely nipped one brown nipple. “Ho, ho, me captive. You think you might be wanting a gag, then?”

His eyes blazed, but the corners of his mouth twitched.

She was getting into the role now. “Oh, stubborn are ye? I'll get yer treasure, me handsome, or my name isn't Belle of the High Seas.”

He pressed his lips together harder, but a tiny choking sound told the truth. He was about to burst out laughing. She'd make him eat that laughter. She slid down his body, impaling herself by millimeters on his cock, then squeezing with her muscles slid down just a bit more.

Jacques's eyes grew wild. “Lady pirates should beware teasing their captives. The tables could be turned.” She didn't think her smile could get any wider without cracking her jaw. Oh, what a challenge. How far could she tease? She slid down another inch, and refused to move.

Teasing a man like Jacques was like running along the cliff edges up in the high mountain passes above Denver. Reckless, foolhardy, and she knew she'd end up paying the price for tempting fate. She didn't wait long.

Jacques seized her and threw her on her stomach on the bed. “Temptresses shouldn't tease ol' gators. Dey might jus' have one bite left.” He bit her shoulder.

Belle all but purred, and lifted her ass for easy access to her dripping pussy. Normally, she liked being in charge, but in the bedroom, she was mush with Jacques. “You want something, gorgeous?”

He shoved in without missing a beat. “Yeah, I do. You've earned this.”

She turned her head and pouted. She wanted to scream, since now he refused to move. “Aww, where'd your accent go? You know what it does to me.”

He chuckled and started pounding her silly. “You'll get all you want soon enough.”