Sharpe's Sergeant

Chapter 14 A Revelation

There were no words spoken between them; just Camden's hand grasping hold of Sean's, pulling him out of the booth. He was powerless to resist as she led him out of the pub and up the stairs into the building's lobby, continuing up a grand staircase. The pils pub had been created out of the cellar of a former brewery in a massive Gothic structure that had been converted into a dozen residences. Leading him up three flights to the top floor, she let him take the keys from her hand and open an arched, iron-bound, heavy oak door.

As the door swung inward, Sean was greeted with a soft amber glow from an oriel window that provided a clear view of the spring sunset, low on the horizon. The loft was a large rectangular living area with thick, colorful Turkish carpets covering nearly the entire floor and heavy rough-hewn beams overhead. A long open galley kitchen ran along one long wall. A heavy antique traditional German bed, piled high with a purple velvet-covered down duvet and dark brocade pillows, dominated the space facing the oriel window. Much of the open wall space was filled with floor-to-ceiling bookcases, stuffed to overflowing with excess books stacked around the room on the floor, on an ottoman, and on a library table.

There was no identifiable style for the décor, instead it was filled with the artifacts of Camden’s nomadic Army life; artwork from Japan and Korea, oversized floor pillows made from Moroccan camel bags, fabrics from India and Southeast Asia. A silver Russian samovar sat on a carved teak sofa table. British tankards and tea tins and military memorabilia from a dozen different time periods were scattered everywhere. The furniture was an eclectic mix of casual modern and antique, chosen for comfort and fit rather than style. The only technological concessions appeared to be a bookshelf-type stereo and a laptop computer lying open on a walnut writing desk, a stack of CDs nearby.

The whole loft was in complete contradiction to how and where Sean had imagined Camden lived. The calm and warmth of the room made him feel as if he was somehow intruding; that he was seeing a part of her that no one ever suspected existed, a part that she never let anyone see. And ever’ one thinks I’m complex.

At first, she acted as though he wasn’t even there as she made a phone call, using fluent German while simultaneously taking off her boots. Sean, with his limited German, managed to decipher an order from the pub for “zwei schnitzel sandwiches mit Pommes frites” and some sort of cream torte for dessert.

“Please make yourself at home. I’ll feel bad if I think you’re uncomfortable,” Camden finally said, the hard edge in her voice melting away, “and don’t look so surprised. You are never going to figure me out, so you might as well stop trying. Food will be here in an hour. Beer is in the fridge. I’m going to hit the shower.”

Camden didn’t have to touch him to feel the full force of his masculinity; maddeningly, it was something that was simply in the air all around him and she was beginning to feel ashamed of herself for not being able to resist it. With a cocking of her head towards him and a sly smile spreading across her face, Camden began stripping off her uniform. Without a word, Sean accepted her invitation and followed her into her luxurious bathroom, a trail of clothes in their wake as his desire burned like white fire in his loins.

The steam from the hot spray cast a softening filter over the glass-walled shower silhouetting Camden’s form, her curves glowing with the light as it reflected off the drops of water as they streamed down her silken skin. Closing the shower door behind him, Sean let his hands roam over her for a moment, feeling the wetness of her body, the swell of her breasts. The scent of bergamot and coriander filled the steamy air as she massaged the silky liquid soap into caressing, luxurious foam, sending his senses spinning. Their bodies slid together in a heated, wet embrace. He kissed her tight, rigid nipples, gently at first, but with ever-increasing desire as his need for her grew. He took her head in his hands and parted her quivering lips with his magic tongue, searching for its mate. He slipped his hand between her glistening wet thighs, bending her knees slightly to open her to him. He felt her slick juices on his fingertips and brought them to her mouth.

Camden melted to see his trim body shimmer in the spray of water and roiling steam, crystalline drops dangling from his pulsating cock. His mouth on her nipples drove hot spikes down her spine to ignite her wet, swollen clit. Drunk on the sensation, she cried out as his fingers probed her silken depths, begging to be carried over the edge. When he brought them to her mouth, she sucked his fingers furiously, tasting herself, tasting her need. Returning his caresses, her small gentle hands kneaded the tight mounds of his smooth, splendid ass.

Sean felt his loins tighten at her touch, his hard-on throbbing between her legs. He pivoted his hips back and forth a few times, the water creating a wonderful friction. He heard her cry out for him, wanting him to carry her over the edge. He lifted her over onto the low, tiled seat, kneeling between her glistening thighs, moaning as her dark, moist passageway opened up to him. He teased her swollen clit with the very tip of his expert tongue, making her cry out again, grasping his hair, pulling him closer. He sucked hungrily at her, licking and nibbling her until she felt faint.

Finally he stood, letting his engorged cock bump against her waiting lips, ready to welcome him. Camden’s rosy pink tongue swirled around his slit, tasting his salt, letting it ride over her tongue, making him wait. Suddenly she took him deep in her mouth, making him stiffen with shock and pleasure. She heard him groan, his hands lightly guiding her head, encouraging her. Drawing back, she ticklingly moved down his shaft, clasping her lips tightly around the base of his cock and sucking as hard as she dared, making him cry out this time. She hummed, and the torturing vibration sent incredible shock waves through him. Releasing his cock, she held it gently while she took each of his balls into her mouth, kissing them with her tongue.

Stopping before he could come, she stood and kissed his lips. Eyes locking, Sean hoisted her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. Feeling the soft tip of his cock against the folds of her waiting canal, Camden angled herself so that he slid slowly in, making her wetness spurt as she pushed herself to him in her need. He drew back and rammed into her, needing her urgently. His cock seemed to swell until it filled her up inside. In perfect unison they thrust against each other. His fingers rubbed her clit and she screamed as the sensation took her over the edge. The spasms of her orgasm made him come and he could feel his prick convulsing inside her as he exploded into her void.

When their motions slowed, Sean slid down the slippery glass of the shower to the tiled floor, Camden still straddling him. Weak and exhausted, he remained in her as they clung together, savoring the feel of each other for what seemed like hours as the water cascaded over their heated bodies.