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Sharpe's Sergeant	By : Sable899 Category: S through Z > The Sharpe Books Views: 1683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sharp series of books that this fanfiction is written for, nor do I know Sean Bean. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story is fiction.

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Chapter 21 Guerilla Warfare

Taking a deep breath, Camden turned back around to see Sharpe walking, no, make that marching, into the living area like he owned the place, glasses in one hand, Asbach bottle in the other. She had the strong suspicion that he knew she was watching him when he cocked his head around to directly catch her eye.

“Well, are ye’ joinin’ me fer’ a nightcap or not, Sergeant?” Sharpe asked somewhat sarcastically, emphasizing the ‘Sergeant’, as he walked right past the chairs and on towards her bed. Setting the glasses down on the small butler’s table at the bedside, he smoothly poured two drinks, put down the bottle and abruptly sat on the bed only to begin pulling off his boots, all the while flashing his most devilish smile straight at her, locking her gaze to his.

Like a moth to the flame, Camden was inexorably drawn to him. With every step towards the bed, her legs got weaker and weaker, her pussy wetter and wetter, her pulse faster and faster, until she was within his reach. His first move though, was for the brandy snifter. Draining the glass in one go, he swirled some of the smooth, warm amber liquid slowly in his mouth, swallowing deliberately, sensually, then licking his lips, his liquid tongue lingering, never breaking his gaze. Lazily, he stripped off his suspenders, followed by his linen shirt.

“When I ‘ave to share quarters wit’ me Sergeant, he gets ta’ sleep at the foot o’ me bed,” Sharpe explained, matter-of-factly, his grin widening into a smile as he stood to strip off his remaining clothes, “Since this be yer’ bed an’ all, I’m willin’ ta share.”

Camden stared dumbfounded, as he slid his gloriously naked body under the duvet and casually locked his hands under his head, stretching his neck and shoulders, his eyes closing as a slight moan escaped his lips along with the tip of his tongue as he settled into the thick down pillows.

“Awfully presumptuous, aren’t you?” Camden asked, suddenly furious at her apparent dismissal. The last of her nagging conscience drained from her body, replaced by indignation as her fingers deftly untied the knot of her kimono, letting it fall open.

“Abaht what?” Sharpe shot back challengingly, his eyes popping open.

Complete silence filled the room as Sharpe gulped air and his jaw dropped at the sight of Camden’s underwear; straight out of Victoria’s Secret; low-rise black lace panties and a black lace pushup bra,

“What, no smart remark? No witty comment?” Camden quizzed, a wide grin on her face at his reaction.

Sharpe had made up his mind hours ago that he would have her, and whenever Richard Sharpe decided he wanted a woman, he always somehow managed to get her. He had never been quite sure how he did it, but he never seemed to fail. On the rare occasion, he would have to kick down a door or work his charm particularly hard to achieve his objective; this, he felt, was not one of those occasions. But considering where he was and the nature of the woman before him, he was just a bit reluctant to make the next move. He was relieved, however, that he had read all the signals she had given off correctly when he had kissed her hand. Apparently, women haven’t changed near as much as the art of warfare has over the past one-hundred and eighty-five years, although their undergarments certainly have.

Sharpe’s eyes narrowed into a near scowl, his face hardening, his smile vanishing as he studied her from head to toe. His cock was anxious for the cat and mouse game to be over. Suddenly, Camden realized that this wasn’t a modern man who was schooled in the art of seduction as it was carried out in the twenty-first century. He had never heard of equality of the sexes. She had enjoyed it when Sean had taken her that night that he played the role of Sharpe, but now, faced with the real thing, she was almost afraid. This was not a man who would tolerate games for very long and from the look on his face, he was through playing.

The next few seconds were a blur. Camden wasn’t sure how he did it, but suddenly she was lying on her back in the bed, her panties ripped from her body, Sharpe pressing his full weight down on top of her. One hand tightly held the back of her head while the other immobilized her chin. She could feel his hot breath tinged with the fruity scent of the brandy against her parted lips as he froze her in place within the penetrating intensity of his glistening green eyes. His scent was an earthy musk tinged with horse sweat and leather; an intoxicatingly masculine scent that heightened her arousal, made her drunk with it. It was a replay of the scene that Sean had played with her, the one from the script, but this time it wasn’t make-believe.

“Consequences,” Sharpe clearly whispered in her ear, in a voice that blanketed her like warm, sweet honey, still authoritative, almost hypnotic, “To stand there in front o’ me, lookin’ like ‘at, there are consequences, my little Sergeant. If you don’t want to be payin’ the consequences, now’s the time...”

Her power of speech having abandoned her, Camden’s head reeled as she realized that she was sorely conflicted. She knew she should speak up and stop this game now turned serious. But, she couldn’t deny that she hungered for him, for his hardness, his intensity, his power. She had to know him.

“No?” Sharpe questioned when she provided no answer, “A’right then.”

For several long seconds, Sharpe held her in his penetrating gaze as his breathing quickened to a near pant, his tongue running over his lips, until finally he crushed her lips with his. His tongue slithered between her lips as he bruisingly assaulted her mouth. Camden melted under his onslaught, her body turning liquid as she felt his arousal turning urgent, his cock pulsating between her thighs with every moan that escaped her throat. His deft fingers were quick to figure out the front clasp of her bra, releasing her firm round breasts from the confines of the black lace only to be crushed beneath his tightly muscled chest while his hands captured hers to hold them at full stretch on the bed. His mouth was warm and wet and his lips pliant as he mouthed her erect nipples, his teeth beginning to nip and rub.

A thrill shot through Camden as Sharpe roughly forced her legs wide apart as his erect cock searched for a comfortable place to nest. Her hips rose instinctively to beckon him inside of her hot, engorged pussy. She wanted his cock inside of her, the swollen nub of her clit craving the ecstatic friction of his body against hers.

Sharpe moved up a bit and sank down on her, releasing her hands to rest his elbows on the bed, his face nestled against her throat, lips tasting the salt of the rising beads of perspiration on her skin. His slender hips still raised, he could feel the moist head of his cock against the hot wetness of her folds. His lithe body maneuvered into position. His lips fastened roughly onto Camden’s, his tongue opening her mouth as his cock drove into her.

He stayed deep inside her, moving in and out in short, hard strokes with his whole body lightly covering hers. The fine, soft hairs of his chest teased her rigid nipples as his hips moved into a faster, longer stroke. His shaft slid over the walls of her pussy again and again as his balls tightened. Then his driving cock took her over the top and dropped her into the whirlpool of an orgasm that sucked her breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping for air. While her pussy was still pulsating in the throes of her orgasm, a pulsing glove around his swollen cock, Sharpe rose slightly and rammed his cock home with a tender violence to release a torrent of hot come that surged into her, filling her completely until it finally escaped to join her own juices dripping from her burning, throbbing cunt.

Long minutes later, his cock softening, Sharpe rolled over to lay face up alongside of her, his breathing slowly returning to normal. A stunned Camden remained speechless, unmoving, fearful her pounding heart would never calm. By the time her senses began to return to some semblance of normal, she could hear Sharpe’s breathing becoming regular, deep, peaceful. Looking over at him, she saw his eyes closed, mouth peaceful, arms flung up behind his head, nearing sleep. How dare he! Is that it? Wham, bam, thank you ma’am? Without the thank you? I’m going to show him just what a twenty-first century woman is capable of.

Half asleep, Sharpe wasn’t sure what was happening as he opened his eyes to find Camden sitting straddled across his chest, her knees pinning his arms while her fingers traced small circles in the fine blond hair of his chest.

“What ya’ think you’re doin’, love?” Sharpe rumbled softly, a sly grin urging his cock to wake up even as a slight blush started up his neck, “You’re a bold bit of skirt, eh?”

“In this century, women get equal time, Mister Sharpe,” Camden answered huskily, “and I insist on fairness. We’ve had a round on your terms; this one will be on mine.”

Leaning forward, Camden began teasingly planting feathery kisses on his chest and nipples, blowing warm breath and trailing her tongue up his neck to nip at his lower lip. Continuing on, she made him gasp and moan when she plunged her tongue into his ear, swirling it around the lobe. All the time, her fingers were teasing his naval, tracing the line of darker blond hair down his belly until it disappeared beneath her wet pussy. From the look on his face she could tell the liberties she was taking were completely unexpected.

By the time her mouth moved away from his ear, Sharpe’s hard-on was approaching the painful stage. Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Camden started sliding her ass down towards its throbbing head. He felt his hard cock press against her ass as she moved her knees off of his arms, freeing him to reach for her thrusting tits. He squeezed them and rolled his fingers around her hardened nipples, drawing a low moan from deep in her throat. She put her hands on his shoulders then drew herself up on her knees, hovering above him momentarily, and guided his cock to her waiting pussy. She was well primed and ready allowing him to slide past her puffy lips easily. She bobbed once, twice, three times, and then took him all the way in. Sharpe groaned as she slowly began to ride him

Camden entered a world of her own. She sat straight up and began rising and falling, riding him with rhythmic strokes, lifting nearly off the tip of his glistening cock with every rise. Their first time was a quick, hot pounding affair; this one was to be sensuous and sustained. Grunting and breathing heavily, she fucked him with increasing intensity, the whole bed beginning to vibrate with her every descent onto his hot cock. She felt almost ready to explode, but didn’t want it to end just yet and managed to pull herself back from the brink.

As Camden curled over him, Sharpe felt her breasts warm and firm against his chest. He grabbed her smooth rounded ass roughly, growling, his eyes shut tight. Bending lower, she kissed him, lightly at first, then crushing down harder and harder, plunging deep into his mouth, her tongue probing and twirling. He rose up to meet her every stroke; harder and faster, up and into her as deep as he could, thrust after thrust. The pressure in his balls began to build and he could feel them growing ever harder, tighter. Camden must have sensed it because she began rotating her hips as she rode him, ecstatic cries growing in volume every time her clit made rubbing contact with the coarse hairs around the base of his cock. When he could hold back no longer, he exploded into her in pulsing waves just as she let out a feral cry and began convulsing in orgasmic release, her pulsating muscles milking him dry. She threw her head back and ran her hands through her disarrayed curls of blond hair as she came.

It took a minute or two for reality to return. Camden’s sweaty body simply collapsed on top of Sharpe as the two of them gasped for breath. No rolling over and going to sleep on her this time. Sharpe reached for the thick duvet as their sweaty bodies rapidly began cooling, pulling it up over them both as she slid off him to lie tight into his chest, his softening cock still enveloped in her warm wet tunnel. His arms wrapping her securely in a tender embrace, she felt warm and safe as they both drifted off to sleep this time.
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