In The Nick Of Time

Thanks again to all who read and review me! I think I talk to most of you now over at http://z8.invisionfree.com/Tasty_Pirates , if you're not there already, how about stopping by? (Thanks again HeartJD for telling me about that board!) The vote was to split this into chapters, so, here's the first 9 page romp of the long awaited WEDDING NIGHT! Enjoy!

There was water to their ankles as they stepped out of the gig and headed towards the massive bed. The sand gushed between Elizabeth’s toes, she hadn’t worn shoes at her wedding, but that hadn’t been the only wardrobe she’d forgone. Jack lead her steadily towards their marriage bed as she struggled to hold the rich brocade out of the salt water, not wanting to ruin it, and that’s when her eyes beheld something marvelous. Each one of their steps in the water became alight, glowing a shimmering bright greenish-yellow. She stared enraptured at the water, for every time it slapped against itself, or their bed, or their legs, it glowed. The sea glittered with gold light all around them in the darkening night, the full moon rising higher and higher. Elizabeth had been initially impressed with the honeymoon key that Jack had secured for them, but now the water…the sparkling water, like thousands of candle flames that flickered at their feet.

“Oh Jack!” She gasped, having to stop and take in the sea. “The water! It’s beautiful! What makes it do that?”

Jack smiled, wondering when she’d notice, it had been one of the other reasons he’d selected this stretch of the Bahamas. “It be spring time, love.” He said, looking down at her just to see the wonder on her face, and it made his smile broaden. “In spring, the algae be iridescent when it blooms if’n the nutrients and sunlight be of accordance.”

“I’ve never seen this before!” She said, still in awe of the shimmering sea around them, but more in awe of Jack. He’d been practically everywhere, seen practically everything, he was a Captain, a navigator, a student of the natural world, and of course, her lover. He surely knew how to endear himself to a woman, particularly his wife, and Elizabeth wanted nothing more than pay him the homage he was due.

Jack could see in her eyes that he was wonderful, and he hoped he always would be to her. He might as well get started, he didn’t want that look to leave her eyes. “C’mere,” he said, and then picked her up in his arms, she squealed and laughed against him as he held her tight, spun them both around once with a laugh, the water glowing and dancing around them, and then headed for the bed again. “There be no threshold to carry ye ‘cross tonight, Lizzie,” he told her, striding through the water as she continued to giggle excitedly. “So, this will hafta do!”

Elizabeth next felt herself being dropped onto the bed, and the surprise and glee she felt at being tossed so playfully upon the mattress made her laugh out loud. The bed was high, coming up almost to Jack’s hip, but he bent his leg, put his knee on the mattress and fell into bed beside her with a happy sigh. Elizabeth rolled over and looked at him, such a marvel of a man, a living legend, but she knew more about him than anyone else in the world. “Jack, I want you to know I really am touched by all the arrangements you’ve made tonight. I can’t think of another thing that would make this a more romantic evening, and the fact that you’ve done it all for me, well...”

Jack smiled, sitting up again to remove his black frock coat; he was much too overdressed for being in bed. “I know,” he said. “I owe ye this, particularly after the start I had to me vows.” Elizabeth laughed, so did he, but all the while, his mind raced, he could only hope her body was ready for his, if he hurt, he’d never forgive himself. That had also been part of the reason he’d gone through such an elaborate set up for this night, he’d do whatever he thought would make her amorous juices flow and make her want him, for the more she wanted him, the better. He’d been so focused now on keeping himself relaxed and controlled, though he did want her. But, there was nothing to be rushed tonight, he would take his time with her, he wouldn’t make a big deal of any of this, stave off as much pressure as he could, and if he proved to yet be too much for her still, he wouldn’t be disappointed. They’d only try again some other time. “I be good at this, Lizzie,” he said looking around at the bed, the island, the glowing sea. “It be words that sometimes fail me.”

Elizabeth smirked. “So I’ve noticed.” She sat up, taking down her hair, removing the flowers and hat pins and thinking of all the ostentatious, yet confusing, sentences that she’d heard leave Jack’s mouth ever since she’d known him.

Oh, not her too! Why did it always seem that Gibbs was the only human being who understood all of what Jack ever said? What was wrong with everyone else? “Just what are you sayin’, love?” He asked, pulling his shirt off, wanting to start this wedding night off, but also wanting to get this matter settled.

He wasn’t angry, but he was so full of doubt that the fault lie with him that Elizabeth laughed. “It doesn’t bother me, Jack, for the longer I am around you, the more fluent in ‘Jack’ I become, but,” she pulled the brooch from her hip, leaving her gown tied in place only by the silk ribbon. Jack looked so handsome, shirtless, with those white breeches and the black boots up to his thighs, hair still pulled back. It would be so easy to just forget it and kiss him all over his muscular chest and mouth until he was so hard he couldn’t take it anymore. But, Elizabeth couldn’t resist setting him straight. “You have a tendency to speak backwards, and babble a bit. A good kind of babble, like you’re so enthusiastic about what you’ve to say, you just can’t choose which words to say it with, and so you say all of them, out of order, and sometimes, they contradict each other.” The look on Jack’s face made her laugh.

“I do not!” He huffed, pulling at his belt, determined to prove he was right. “If’n I suffer so much whilst tryin’ to make me point, which I don’t do, how could me communication with me crew be as that to make me fit as a Captain?”

Elizabeth laughed. “Did you mean that if you weren’t a good communicator, how could you Captain a crew?”

“That be what I said, love.” Replied Jack. See? She’d understood; he had no problems communicating.

“No, you said something far different from that, Jack.” She still laughed, and the next thing she knew, she was pinned down to the bed, Jack on top of her, his hands pushing her wrists down into the mattress and his body making its claims to hers.

He smiled, not having expected to be challenged thusly on their wedding night, but he liked it whenever Elizabeth challenged him. Besides, pinning her down and laying on top of her like this would give her a chance to get used to the position; it wasn’t just her sheath Jack wanted stretched, no hip cramps were going to ruin this night. “Just cuz I went to sea at the age of eleven, don’t mean I can’t get me point ‘cross, savvy?”

“Jack,” Elizabeth laughed, trying to twist away from him, but he was too strong. She worried about wrinkling the brocade, though it was so good to have him above her, the heat from his body making her pale skin flush pink. “Let me up, just for a moment.”

He looked down at her, smirking. “Persuade me.”

Elizabeth sighed, but lifted her head up and kissed him, trying to pull away and speak again, but Jack leaned into the kiss more, and slipped his tongue between her lips and demanded satisfaction from hers. He broke the kiss after she’d stroked his tongue a few times, and cocked his head as if thinking it over. “No, ye stay where ye lie. Sorry, love.” He grinned down at her, and made himself a bit more comfortable above her, pushing her legs apart with his knee and then settling his pelvis against hers.

Elizabeth couldn’t help but moan. “Jack,” she smiled with hooded eyes, feeling that he was pushing against her and his cock growing larger and stiffer. She rocked her hips against his, shifting her and his weight above her, he slid closer to her, it felt good. The brocade, her wedding dress…she wanted to save it! “Give me a moment, just a moment!” She begged.

Jack moved with her, took a deep breath, steadied himself and wouldn’t let himself give in. Still, she needed to learn this, how to move beneath him. Keep up the play, it would keep him distracted, for a least a bit longer, anyway. Jack began to chuckle, thinking of a game. “Tell me a secret,” he said, “somethin’ ye’ve ne’er told anyone else, Lizzie.”

Hmm, he remembered! How sweet! But, Elizabeth really wanted to preserve her dress. “Jack!” She whined.

“Lizzie!” He whined back mockingly, holding her down to the mattress even more, and then kissed her again, beginning even to thrust his hips slowly against hers, rubbing a prominent bulge between her legs.

Elizabeth was losing; she’d waited so long to have this wedding night and even longer to have this man. If not for the fabric that separated them, his cock would be pressing exactly over her clitoris. She shuddered. “I don’t want my wedding dress ruined.” She told him, not sure if she was consenting for him to continue, or if she were still asking him to let her up.

A distant part of Jack that wasn’t beginning to boil over with arousal was touched. He could feel her heat through the brocade, felt his organ try to reach it through the brocade and cotton. She wanted to keep the dress she’d married him in! It made him want to have her all the more. No, keep the pace slow, the game. “Secret, if ye please, Mrs.”

“Oh, all right, fine,” she sighed, not even sure of what she wanted anymore. “You’re the first person to ever call me ‘Lizzie.’ It truly is your name for me, Jack. Before that, I knew another Elizabeth at school, and everyone called her ‘Lizzie’ to keep us straight, but she was a fat, silly git who used to eat everyone’s chalk!”

Jack laughed, now understanding why she’d turned her nose up at him all those years ago when he first referred to her as Lizzie. “I’ve ne’er looked at ye and thought that.” He smiled above her, and then kissed her again, knowing it was beyond hope, but wishing she was ready enough now to slide his cock into. He wasn’t quite at passion’s pitch yet, but it was coming. Soon, he’d have to have some physical satisfaction. For now he could stand to keep playing with her like this. “At least, I ne’er looked at ye and thought that until now”

Elizabeth pulled away in exasperation; she’d walked into that one she figured. “Damn you, Jack!” she said between clenched teeth, and he laughed. “So, what’s your secret then?”

That he wasn’t the babbling, backwards speaking, idiot she thought he was! But, he had no want to revisit that topic. But, he owed her a secret…okay, that one, he might as well tell her. “I be some number of years older than ye, love.”

“Jack!” Elizabeth burst out laughing. “That’s your secret?”

“Ye don’t know how many, do ye?” He asked her, for he had meant to tell her before this, give her time to refuse him due to it, but they just never seemed to get around to it. It may have been too late now, but still, he wanted her to know, confident that it was only useless information to Elizabeth by now anyway.

“No, not exactly. But I always knew you were my senior, Jack!”

“Ye be twenty-four, Lizzie?”

“Not long ago, Jack.”

“Not long ago, I be forty.”

“Sixteen years,” Elizabeth nodded, not fazed by the number at all. How long Jack had been alive was something that had never crossed her mind. However, she had a feeling she now knew something else about Jack Sparrow that no one else did; his age. “I never looked at you and considered that you were older.” She’d started out with a sweet smile, then it turned to a smirk again. “Until now!”

The little minx! Jack smiled, feeling his desire spike, now he had something to prove; it wasn’t just sixteen years that he had on her, it was sixteen years of experience like she’d never dreamed that he had on her! “Oh, ye’ll be gettin’no quarter tonight, Lizzie Sparrow!” He told her with a dangerous glint in his dark eyes.

His remark made her skin tingle, but suddenly he was gone, slid down her body and dropped to his knees in the water by the bed so fast it had startled Elizabeth. “Jack?” She sat up to see him grabbing hold of the brocade and start to lift it up her legs. When he saw she was watching him, he quickly leaned forward and pushed her onto her back again.

“Stay where I put ye, love.” He told her, and pushed her legs further apart, knowing he had to make this good, not only because he wanted to show her his transcript as a lover, but also because he had to make her ready, make her crazy with the need to be entered, have her body give up all it’s slipperiness until she dripped with it.

He went back to what he was doing, feeling up her legs, higher and higher. Elizabeth felt her stomach tighten in anticipation, what did he have planned? “Jack, my dress…let me take it off.”

She wasn’t sure how he did it, but she’d felt his hand grope up to her waist and pull the ribbon open, and then he stood, gathering the skirt end of the brocade in both his hands and gave it a fierce yank. In a flash, the silk jerked off of Elizabeth’s body and she lay naked before him, trying to catch her breath.

“Sixteen years,” he told her with his usual swagger as he wound the fabric around and around his arm to keep it out of the water. “I weren’t spendin’ it readin’ books, savvy?” He smirked at her, noticing some of the fruit that had been set out upon a table near the bed. There were limes, lemons, mangos, a papaya. Jack smiled, feeling creative. He picked up the papaya and put Elizabeth’s dress in its place.

Elizabeth watched him, eager to see what happened next, feeling a now familiar warm rush between her legs that made her begin to breathe a little heavier. Seeing him standing there, his tan skin, and the muscles beneath it, shining in the moonlight, the tight white breeches and the black boots up to his thighs, only made her heartbeat quicken. He was so well built, such a thing of seduction. “What are you doing?”

Jack tossed the papaya from one hand to the other and he leered. “I would tell ye, love, but ye’d probably not be able to understand me!” Ha! That’ll teach her! He brought the papaya to his mouth, bit into the husk, tore it off, turned his head and spit it into the sea, then sank back down to his knees between her legs.

There was something that Elizabeth couldn’t put her finger on about watching Jack bite, pull and spit the fruit that made her legs spread a bit wider and a slight throbbing begin between them. Jack was kissing her from her calves to her knees, to her thighs, but she could hear his fingers digging into the soft, juicy flesh of the papaya, tearing it open, ripping it apart. She moaned, even before she felt his mustache and beard being nuzzled against her inner thigh.

The juice of the fruit ran down to Jack’s wrist, yes, this would do nicely. He held onto a large, soft chunk of it, thinking how it reminded him of Elizabeth’s sweet cunt; pink in color, fleshy, velvety. Only Elizabeth’s taste was much more enchanting, musky and full, like the affluent scent of roses in bloom. Ah, that was all the patience Jack had, he kept hold of his fruitful inspiration, and reached up with his other hand and spread open the cleft between Elizabeth’s legs. She gasped and lay completely back against the bed; her body wilting into the pleasure she knew he was capable of bringing her, offering no resistance, letting him know she was his to do with as he pleased.

Elizabeth could feel him lightly blowing on her reddish brown thatch of curls now, having skipped the awakening folds she’d hoped he been heading to. She twisted, tried to slide closer to him, but Jack wouldn’t take her hint, or just refused to. Oh, just to feel his breath on her dampening creases, she hated when he was so near her most needy center, yet wouldn’t touch it; she hated it, and loved it. “Jack,” she moaned in urgent impatience, and rocked her hips towards him, hoping he’d take pity upon her.

“So ye want me, Lizzie?” His voice was deep with his own desire, but he wanted to draw this out, had to draw this out, let her body reach a fever pitch. “Show me.”

What? She hadn’t endurance for this, it was their wedding night, and all she could see behind her closed eyes was the image of Jack, striations of muscle in his chest highlighted by moonlight as he tore into the fruit with his teeth, turned his head and spit it out. He’d looked positively beast like when he’d done that, and she wanted him to be so with her now. “You already know.” She moaned back and bit her lip.

Jack smiled, glancing down into her lush glistening folds, wet with her desire for his mouth, quelling his longing to squeeze the piece of papaya flesh he held in his hand and imagine his lips crushing down into her. “Aye, love, I do know,” he agreed, having to shift his weight himself, for his big cock was expanding even more within his breeches. “But I told ye to show me. Gimme yer hand, Lizzie.”

Oh, this wicked, wicked pirate! What was he doing to her? How did he make her love him so much, want him so much, that when he took the time to tease her and ultimately heighten every ounce of pleasure for her, he also made her hate him so much for not giving her what she wanted? Jack Sparrow…there wasn’t a part of him that was easy to understand. There was no fighting him, nor denying him, he’d asked her for hand, and until she gave it, Elizabeth knew she was only prolonging her own torture. She extended her arm, and placed her hand in Jack’s between her thighs. But as soon as he’d taken it, he let it go again.

“Now,” Jack began, again rubbing his bearded cheek against her inner thigh until a shudder rippled through her body. “Yer finger be me compass, Lizzie. Show me where to go.”

No! This was outlandish, wasn’t it? In all the nights that they’d passed on the way to the Ragged Islands by touching, rubbing and tasting one another, Jack had never demanded this of her! Her own fingers? In her own sex? She’d never touched herself, at least, not like that. What would it feel like? Jack certainly liked touching her there, his fingers would wriggle and play within her creases forever as they kissed and groped aboard the Pearl, even when her body was too tired to reach a climax. But she couldn’t…with him watching her? He wanted to watch her, she knew that, he wanted to watch her fingers exploring herself for the first time, feeling what he felt when he touched her, imagining what it must be like for her to be just knowing what he knew about the sacred world of wet heat she’d been bestowed. And he’d follow her fingers, lavish attention to where ever she indicated it was so needed. It was needed, tying her whole groin in knots, it was needed so badly.

Jack saw all her fingers but her index finger curl back against her palm, and her wrist bent. He smiled, his pulse quickening; the things he could get her to do…sixteen years of this type of sedition he had on her. “C’mon, Lizzie,” Jack moaned, “we be equals, match me iniquity.”

Just the sound of his voice had her trembling as though he’d finally touched her. She could feel his breath on her now; he’d moved closer, hanging by a thread as he watched her finger. Would she? Wouldn’t she? She felt her clitoris swelling, too fat now to fit within its hood. She needed to be touched…if not by Jack, then by…that place, that place in the center, in between her opening and her swollen sentient nub, she needed to be touched there, start there.

It was difficult to tell who moaned the loudest when Elizabeth’s finger slowly plunged into her own wet folds, but her hips bucked forwards and her blood raced at the contact. She felt a softness and a smoothness that she hadn’t quite expected from herself, all bathed in a slick dew. Touching herself, delving into a luxuriance that surrounded her finger, she could imagine how her body would receive Jack’s big cock, swelling around it, enfolding its mass and hardness within her downy tenderness. She couldn’t wait to feel it.

Jack was good on his word, for as Elizabeth’s finger played tentatively upon her vulva, he covered it with his mouth. His tongue followed her twirling finger along her inner labia, stopping when it stopped and sucking her there, feeling the tension rise within her. She moaned and raised her legs around him, feeling both her nipples harden, and without realizing it, she’d drawn her arm across her breast, providing contact where it was needed above her waist. She felt his mouth and tongue and lips more than her own finger now, she only showed Jack where to go, her breath heavy, chest rising and falling as she felt him suck her delicateness in between his lips, hold it firmly and worry it with his tongue. To think she’d never dreamed of such an act prior to Jack initiating the first contact; now she couldn’t dream of life without it.

Jack wondered which she enjoyed more, her own touch, or his mouth, but he knew for certain she enjoyed directing him. She led him up and around her clitoris, where she shuddered and bade him to linger, but not too long, taking him instead back down where she’d first touched herself. Then, her finger drew away, moving to instead hold her slit open for him to continue, but Jack was now prepared for something else that would be new to her.

The chunk of papaya still dripped in Jack’s hand. He rose up on his knees a bit higher and looked at Elizabeth. She lay back, her eyes shut, smiling as if she were dreaming something pleasant, she was beautiful. “I could lick ye dry, Lizzie.” Jack moaned, inching the hunk of fruit over her knee, his tongue following it, mouth sucking up the syrupy trail it left on her skin, up her thigh, almost to her hip.

Elizabeth moaned, aware of something soft and wet being moved over skin and Jack’s mouth working her in its wake, but before she could open her eyes and look down, his hand held the plump pulp to the top of her open slit, and crushed it against her. He’d smashed it over her engorged clitoris, “Jack!” The thick juices bathed her entire sex, running down into every crevice, into the bend of her thigh. Once in weeks passed, Jack in his desire to fuck something but knowing that he couldn’t penetrate her fully, had humped his cock up and down over her wet slit until he came, his seamen drenching her labia, vulva, clitoris, hot like his body and rolling down her thighs. The papaya juice reminded her of that, but didn’t feel nearly as delicious. But the memory it evoked made her have to suck air into her lungs, trying to recover the shock, but before she could, Jack was upon her, laying nearly on top of her, his mouth buried in her folds, pushing her legs wide apart, bolting what remained of papaya flesh from her slit. He was rougher with her than he had been before, his beard and mustache scraping her defenseless skin, sucking her creases and jutting his tongue into them sharply, scooping out what he tasted there. Her body wriggled and jumped, no longer under her control. She felt her blood rushing down between her legs, turning her pinkness a darker red, swelling her out more into Jack’s hungry mouth, making her even more sensitive to his touch.

God, the taste of her always shook him so hard his balls jumped up against his body and drops of his pre-ejaculate dribbled from his glans. The melony-ness of the papaya blended well with her, and Jack didn’t want to miss a drop. He’d been blessed with the genetics to curl his tongue, and so he did, fitting her stiffened clitoris into the trough of it and fucking her little organ in and out of the channel it created. Elizabeth’s hips lifted off the bed and she grunted, feeling now that he somehow pulled at her most responsive areas. Jack could feel her body tightening up under his lips and tongue, could feel that her back was arching, and could hear her orgasm in the way his name rang out in her shrill voice again and again. He wondered how much more she could take, wondered how successful he’d been in trying to loosen and relax her. There was one way to find out. He clamped his lips over her clitoris and began to rub her with his little finger beneath where his mouth worked, collecting her juices as the flowed.

Elizabeth always swore when Jack drove her to this point that she could feel her soul peeling away from her body. This was like climbing up a ladder, higher and higher and higher and higher, until she didn’t think she could climb any higher than she was, and that’s when she felt like she’d jumped off and was plummeting to the ground, but suddenly soaring just above it. Now was no different, she could feel her body making the climb, every nerve alive and stimulated, every muscle ready to release. And then there was something she’d never felt before, something coaxing her gently beneath her vagina, pushing at the tight ring of yet another opening. Had she not been so near orgasm, she’d have been appalled, but when Jack had her this close, there was nothing she wouldn’t give to him.

He didn’t have to apply much pressure; once he’d worked the tip of his little finger in, her body relaxed and then seemed to swallow him like some climax starved beast. Elizabeth screamed, as filled as she’d ever been with him, but not for much longer. If he’d readied her enough for this, she was ready. Jack stopped sucking her clitoris and began to move his finger within her, only to have her move back against him, her lubricants now dripping from her body. Light as a feather, he touched his tongue to her clitoris again, wanting to giver her stimulation there, but let her focus mostly on how he penetrated her. He moved his head more than his tongue, letting the bottom of his tongue stroke her clitoris as he angled his head down, and the top of his tongue stroke her when he angled his head back up.

It had been a night of new sensations and it was all Elizabeth could do to stay conscious. She was more filled by a man than she ever had been before, and she wanted more, her muscles holding what he’d given her so far, but it wasn’t what she wanted, or where she could feel she needed it. She’d never felt so full, yet so empty, something was missing, something that she’d been without for far too long. His finger thrust in and out of her where it was, but she needed cock, felt an overpowering, primal need for cock, thrust into her as far as it would go until she felt complete. “Fuck me, Jack!” She began crying out, her heart and body racing, shaking as what felt like gears and machinery were grinding away inside of her, faster and faster. She didn’t think it would ever end, muscles jerking, head spinning, tension built to an explosive level. His lips suddenly claimed her clitoris again, smacking down on it, chewing it between them, then sucked it hard and slowly. She screamed again, felt her body break under this new strain, and finally convulsions fell upon her like a burst of gentle rain.

She still quaked even as the tension subsided, feeling that Jack was above her now, kissing her, but she didn’t remember him moving from where he’d been or even felt the finger that had filled her withdraw from her body. He was tender with her now, kissing her lightly over her lips, cheeks, chin, neck, holding her close. But this didn’t put down the fire that had been lit, did nothing to make her forget what she’d felt that she needed so badly. “Fuck me, Jack,” she whispered, and opened her eyes finally to see him now staring down at her. She looked back into his eyes, reached her hand down between them and pressed her fingers to the huge, hard, bulge in his breeches and rubbed it until his eyes closed and he groaned. “Fuck me!”