In The Nick Of Time

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The trade winds fluttered the curtains against Elizabeth’s face and she woke in the moonlight, still wrapped in Jack’s arms, just as she had been every time they awoke together since the first night she’d crawled into bed with him. One of her arms hung off the mattress by the bedpost and her fingertips brushed something rough, nearly sharp, and wet. What was that? She sat up as much as she could without disturbing Jack, feeling a little jolt of pain between her legs when she moved, but it didn’t last long and had only been enough for her to notice it was there. She smiled and looked back at Jack, who still slept, the kohl around his eyes not so much as smudged, and Elizabeth smiled again. She looked over towards the roughness she’d felt on the bedpost and saw that a curious starfish had climbed up the strange mahogany column it had found in the sandy bottom of the shallow water and was now sitting there, about level with the mattress.

Elizabeth giggled with delight, she’d loved the bed that stood on land and floated in the sea. “How long have you been there?” She asked as she gently pried the reddish orange echinoderm from the wood, being careful not to harm it, but knowing it would die if out of water too long. “And oh, what you must have seen.” She sighed, flexing her thighs together and feeling another twinge of tenderness, but she loved how much it made her feel she belonged to Jack. Maybe he’d wake soon? She lowered the starfish back into the sea, and looked over at Jack once more. Her Jack. Her husband.

“Who are ye talkin’ to, love?” Asked Jack, his eyes still closed and except for hearing his voice, Elizabeth would have thought he was still asleep.

“The starfish that wanted to join me in bed.” She answered as she rolled over to face him and press a light kiss to his lips, wanting to linger there but Jack didn’t seem ready to wake up.

“Yer not married to me a whole day and yer already inviting others into bed with ye?” His eyes opened and he smirked at her.

No, she wouldn’t say his name in exasperation and give him the thrill of having shocked her once more. If Jack wanted to play smart-ass, so did she. “Well, he did have five arms with which to hold me, Jack.” She smirked back at him.

Good answer, but he could and would go her one better. Jack reached out across Elizabeth’s stomach, his hand traveling downwards. “And lots of little suckers on his feet which I’m sure ye would’ve liked.” He grinned, and then thrust his finger down into her slit, making her gasp suddenly and loudly. He put his palm to her mound and trapped her clitoris in between his index and middle finger and began to quickly pump her surprised little nub as it swelled to sudden arousal.

“Jack!” She wasn’t sure her body was awake enough for this, but it was responding, and quickly. Perhaps it was being touched so aggressively without any warning, but Jack’s fingers were already making her muscles lock up in anticipation of another great release. It felt wonderful, but she’d had this so many times before. “Fuck me, again!”

Jack’s hand slowed, considering it, but then thinking better of it. “Are ye sure yer up to it so soon, Lizzie?”

She was trembling beneath his hand, at the point where nothing mattered but having her desire satisfied. Cock, she wanted cock…no matter the trouble it may bring her again. “I don’t care!” She told him, beginning to twist her hands in the sheets and thrust herself against his hand. She’d never felt herself cumming so fast, if he didn’t hurry, if he didn’t mount her now…what was he doing? Jack bent down over her, his fingers still milking what they held, and she felt his tongue swishing over her readied bulb of alerted nerves. Her body gushed forth with lubricants, she was ready for anything, would swear to it. “Jack, now!”

No, not now, not like this. This is how she’d ended up in so much pain the first time. Jack loved Elizabeth’s passion and couldn’t wait for the day when she was accustomed enough to his size that he could and would drown himself in her exuberance. But right now, her body begged for that which it was ill equipped to handle. If he’d had any doubt, he needed only to glance off his shoulder at the blood staining the white sheets. He knew blood was inevitable, but still, seeing it made him feel like such a heartless, compassionless beast. He’d told her he’d be better to her than he was the first time, and he did indeed owe that to her. Jack had meant this current action more as a way to ‘one up’ her on the starfish conversation, but now he’d make it all about her pleasure. He had to be strong, not give in; he was the only one that could stop her from hurting again. Sixteen years…they were married, but their roles were still very much that of youth and experience, and his experience is what he owed. He kissed her clitoris slowly, curling his tongue again and working her as he’d done before, alternating that and rubbing his pursed lips over her little organ. Elizabeth screamed.

Why wasn’t he fucking her? Hadn’t he enjoyed it? She was only hanging on by a thread, and it was breaking. She’d wanted so badly to cum with him inside her again, for feeling her muscular sheath all but thwarted as it tried to convulse around Jack had made her feel so taken by him. She wanted that now, wanted that feeling of being his in as much of a physical manner as she could be. But instead, he rubbed her, almost like jerking her off as she’d seen him do himself a time or two while they kissed in weeks prior to this. And his tongue, his curled tongue, surrounding her clitoris, creating a sweet friction as it moved up and down on her overwrought center. She couldn’t stop it now, couldn’t wait for him to finally thrust his cock inside her, her body was too full of tension, it was either climax or shatter apart.

Jack sucked her clitoris into his mouth just as her body exploded in orgasm, sucking her gently as she contracted and moaned his name, her thighs still quivering as he stroked his hand over them. She was cooling down now, catching her breath, and so he gave her another light kiss and a slight scrape of his beard that made her flinch and moan in satisfaction, and moved up her body to kiss her mouth.

Elizabeth was eager to have at least his tongue, sucking it into her mouth as Jack slipped it between her lips, and her arms and legs wrapped around him. She felt his hand close over one of her breasts and she moaned again, wondering if there would be a time when she ever got enough of him.

“Ye scare me, Lizzie.” Jack breathed against her neck as he kissed down to her collar bone.

His beard tickled and Elizabeth couldn’t resist smiling at the sensation and also at Jack’s proclamation. “What do you mean?”

Jack lifted his head, wondering if she’d understand. “I think ye’d let me rip ye open at times,” he said, stroking her hair out of her eyes. “Ye contribute to me delinquency as a lover, Lizzie.”

Elizabeth laughed. “I don’t mean to.” She kissed him again. “And I don’t find you that delinquent either, Jack.”

She was sweet, and she loved him, and he loved her, and that’s why Jack had to make sure she understood. He looked into her eyes and cupped her face in his hand. “Never let me hurt ye again,” he told her. “Never! Promise me!”

He looked so serious, eyes dark with his demeanor, looking absolutely protective, reminding Elizabeth of the way he looked down at her as he’d reached for the rifle to make the shot that could have saved the Pearl and her crew from the kraken. What had he thought he’d done to her? Yes, it had hurt, but she didn’t blame him for it. “Jack, I…” she began, but could see it wouldn’t be of any use. “I promise.”

“Good,” Jack answered and kissed her. “I want ye to rest a bit longer before ye try me again, love.” He whispered, and sat up off of her, for lying above her naked body was creating too many stirrings within him. If he lay against her much longer, her rest would have been short, his cock was half way to erection, had started to stiffen as he’d touched and taste her.

“How long?” Elizabeth sat up too, her disappointment showing in her voice. There was so much night left to share, what was he saying to her?

Jack smiled. “Yer incorrigible.” Weren’t most pirates?

“It’s my wedding night!”

“Mine too, love!”

Elizabeth slumped, her arms across her chest. “So what do we do for the rest of the night? Build sandcastles?” She asked, brimming over with sarcasm.

Jack chuckled softly and reclined beside her, propped up on his elbow. He had always enjoyed her when she was riled up, and what was better than Lizzie riled up because she thought he wouldn’t fuck her? He’d never even dreamed of such a thing in his wildest fantasies. The idea of how much she wanted his body, his cock, sent a rush of blood down his shaft and he pulled the sheet over himself so she wouldn’t see his full erection. If Elizabeth thought he was done with her for the night physically, he’d let her think it for a while, just to see where it got him. He sighed, seeming to contemplate ideas and looked up at the night sky. “I could teach ye how to navigate by usin’ only the stars.” He offered, trying hard to hide his smirk. He could see she’d about had enough of this, sitting across from him like a caged animal. C’mon Lizzie…strike…strike!

What? On their wedding night, the night they’d each waited so long for, the night they’d thought would never be, he wanted to teach her celestrial navigation? And then Elizabeth noticed something, under the sheet…a large, long lump against Jack’s groin. How dare he tease her like that? “I’ll navigate your star, Jack Sparrow!” She spat at him, and then like a woman possessed, ripped the sheet from his body, grabbed his stiff cock and pushed her lips down over it. She’d gotten comfortable giving him this, so comfortable, she’d thought of a few new measures, and Jack was about to learn them.

What started as a laugh as she’d taken him with such force now turned to a low, deep groan, and Jack had to lay back and just bask in the feel of her mouth sucking his glans. “Incorrigible,” he said again, resting his hand on the back of her head as she knelt over him, “and I be glad of it, love!”

The irony was that even as she worked to pleasure him, Elizabeth didn’t care what he was glad of. She just wanted his cock; to see it and hold it and feel it’s immensity in her hands. She lifted her head and took her mouth from him to look down and smile as she stroked him and made him groan again. “No quarter, Jack!” She promised him, as he had promised her earlier.

Jack wasn’t about to surrender though, he liked it when she was so touched off, and added oil to the fire. “Ye sound as if’n ye mean it, but let’s see ye do it, Lizzie!” He smiled doubtingly.

She closed her hand around the head of his cock gently, beginning to turn the hand that gripped him as if she were turning a doorknob. Jack moaned a deep sound of satisfaction and slumped back against the sheets, his eyes closing as she added some pressure, working the head of his long cock like she was squeezing juice from an orange. “If you can bear to watch, Jack.” She smiled evilly back at him.

Jack wasn’t sure what he was in for, but he could tell it was going to be good. Her slim fingers were twisting against his coronal ridge, sending sparks of such pleasure up and down his organ. His cock had never felt so alive in her hands, nor had her hands ever felt as hungry on his cock. She was releasing his glans and turning her palm against the underside of his shaft, her fingertips against the base of his cock and the very tip of it pressing just above her wrist, and she slowly began to rub her hand up and down the belly of his shaft, hitting his frenulum frequently with even pressure. He could tell she thought she was inventing something novel and he couldn’t deny how good it felt, pressure along the sensitive seam that ran up the underside of his cock, making his glans and balls tickle. But he wouldn’t give in, not yet. “Ye think ye can show me somethin’ I haven’t already had, love?” It was all he could do not to moan to her. “I’ve done this more times than ye’ve done this, with women who’ve done this more times than…I’ve done this.” He admitted, a little sheepishly.

“Should I therefore concede defeat this instant and stop all together, Captain Sparrow?” Elizabeth smiled at him, watching and feeling the cleft in his glans quiver and contract, as his cock grew fatter and redder. She knew what his answer would be.

Oh no…not now! But he wouldn’t let her know how hooked he was. “Carry on,” Jack sighed, looking up at the stars again. “If ye must…just don’t expect to impress me.” There, that should truly get her going now!

“Jack Sparrow, if you weren’t my husband…” Elizabeth began, but realized she was only making him laugh. Fine, there was one way to stop that! She leaned back over the extensive root between his thighs, leaning forward, pressing a tight lipped kiss to his glans, making him growl and thrust against her mouth until she opened it, letting him slide his big hot pink glans between her lips, entwining her tongue around it as her fingers cupped his big round balls, gently rolling them around in her palm.

“Lizzie,” Jack moaned under his breath, unable to contain his outcry, her warm mouth having drawn it from his lungs. He laid his head back and looked up at the sky, swearing he suddenly saw a horizon full of erotic constellations…a Roman orgy scene, painted by the pleasure between his legs.

Elizabeth wrapped her hand around his shaft at the base, the two big veins pumped and pounded under her fingers and she stroked her hand up and down slowly, his big dick bobbing up and down in her hand. She stuck out her tongue, flicking the tip into his meatus, glancing over to watch as Jack’s eyes closed and his face grimaced. He looked supremely happy, but she had bigger plans for him. She licked and licked around his coronal ridge a few brisk times, parting her lips, creating only enough suction to suck his glans into her mouth, holding only the head of his cock there, forming a vacuum of gentle sucking pressure. Jack flinched, moved like he wanted to put his hands on her head, but didn’t dare let her know he was enjoying this so much. Elizabeth wrapped her hands around his throbbing shaft to hold him still as she began to gently flick her tongue around the swollen head of his cock, touching just enough with her tongue to tease him. She looked up again this time to see Jack gritting his teeth and groaning with a smile that told her no one had given him this, this good, in quite a while. Well, nice of him to admit it, but he’d better get ready.

Whores didn’t do this. Whores never made Jack feel this. A whore knew time was money, they worked well, but they worked fast, knew the right spots to touch and got to it. But Elizabeth was drawing this out, touching him in ways even Jack neglected with his own hand. How did she know he would feel so much where she was stimulating him now? It felt so good, so consuming, so scorching that Jack didn’t have the strength to fight it anymore. He grabbed a handful of Elizabeth’s hair and let his heavy breath be known as his body absorbed every one of her touches.

Elizabeth knew she’d won, and she wasn’t even finished yet. She gently pinched the skin of his shaft a few times, continuing to lightly pat around the entire surface of his glans with her tongue, lightly, like a feather. Then with the tip of her tongue she slowly traced an “X” from one corner of his frenulum to the top of his glans at the opposite corner, and then once again sucked him into the perfect gentle vacuum of her mouth. Once more she began the taps and flicks of her tongue, like the flutter of butterfly wings all over the head of his cock as he breathed heavily, his muscled chest rising and falling beneath her, his hard nipples begging her caress. She worked his organ in this teasing manner for as long as she could, diligently switching back and forth from her feather light tongue taps and tracing the “X”, gently cupping and tugging at his scrotum with her other hand until Jack re-grabbed at her hair at the back of her neck and held her still, trying to thrust himself deeper into her mouth with a deep growl.

Where had she learned this? He certainly hadn’t taught her this. Jack had been with too many whores to think of the things that Elizabeth did to him. God, her tongue, if she drew it across his frenulum one more time, he thought he’d scream louder than she usually did. This was such fantastic torture, he’d never felt so hard before, he’d never felt a tightness like this in his balls before, even his shoulders and spine were tense, and the pit of his stomach felt as though it were coiled up to his throat. And his cock, it was so tense and stiff that parts of it felt utterly numb, and yet he could still feel every tiny, distinctive move of her tongue. He silently began to beg and plead with his own body to climax; he couldn’t live with this strain much longer. He began to move, to thrust, holding back as much as he could. God he wanted to fuck something…why didn’t she beg him for such now?

Elizabeth didn’t stop him, she already knew what a passionate, sexual creature Jack was and she’d learned to expect the unexpected. He wanted to be deep within her throat now, but that didn’t mean her job of pleasuring him was over. She dropped her jaw a little more, elongated her neck to better the angle he filled her mouth and throat at, then took what she could of his shaft into her mouth. She could feel his coarse dark hairs on the tip of her nose; it was all the further she could take him without being too uncomfortable to keep servicing him. Lazily she began to trace the pattern of a figure eight laying on its side with her nose, the tip of her nose, making her figure eight about three inches long, giving his big root plenty of room to slide around and feel different pressures from different places in her mouth and throat.

“Ahhh, put me at me ease, Lizzie!” Jack moaned, arching into her mouth and reeling once more as she began to pull her head slowly up his cock, still tracing the lazy figure eights, going all the way up his cock, and then slowly back down again until she’d enveloped him inside her mouth once more. He never would have guessed that Elizabeth Swann, daughter of a Governor, once engaged to a eunuch, would ever be so inclined to suck cock like this! If she only knew what she made him feel, his seed rising within him like the tide, higher and higher like a wave. “Nothin’ else feels like yer mouth and tongue, love!”

His cock was growing harder and warmer from all the friction created by being passed in and out of Elizabeth’s warm, moist throat, his thighs were tensed, balls tight up against his body. It was time to cool his rod just a bit. This she knew was something Jack had likely not fathomed; for it was something born in her daydreams, before she’d even managed to find him. She wrapped her lips firmly around his shaft, opening her mouth as wide as she could, inhaling as deep a breath as she could, dragging her head up his shaft as she sucked in air. Her upstroke motion ended at the tip of his glans just as her lungs were filled to capacity with air, her intake of breath cooling his cock. But now, as she forced the air slowly out of her lungs, again traveling back down his shaft with her mouth still open wide, her hot breath warmed his quivering flesh again. Jack shivered, and she repeated the motion several times, before again focusing on his glans only, sucking it hard and steadying him with one hand, sensing from the way he moaned and groaned and breathed that he was about to cum.

Jack’s strong body shook violently, a slave to what was to come. “Don’t be playin’ with me now!” He growled deeply, blindly grabbing her by her shoulders, thrusting himself into her mouth.

His glans spasmed, a few drops of clear pre-cum dripping out, and as soon as Elizabeth felt it, a rush come over her, for now was the moment she’d waited for. Her greatest feat in this enterprise was about to be revealed to him. She tightened her grip around his shaft, pinching off his urethra, not allowing his semen to escape, but sucking his glans hard as his cock went through the spasms and jerks of orgasm, though nothing erupted from the cleft in his cock head.

Jack groaned and arched his back so much against the bed he nearly sat up. He wasn’t sure what was even happening, he could feel his engorged organ in the throws of a climax, contracting and pumping, but there was no real release, not of tension, nor of semen. Instead, there was an ever growing immensity of pressure within his balls and shaft, like a second climax loomed somewhere deep inside him. He was so overtaken and so surprised, he couldn’t get enough air to yell or groan or speak, and just froze, feeling more and more like his cock would burst.

Elizabeth hadn’t been sure of what to expect, but she knew to only hold off his ejaculation for a few seconds when she felt how he struggled against the sensation. The pressure building behind her fingers was massive; she had to let him cum. She let go of his shaft, holding it only enough to steady him now, and readied herself for whatever came next.

Jack felt the ocean surge within his cock and then a powerful spurt of semen finally shot from his body. It was such a relief, such an intense pleasure that encapsulated every nerve in his body, even making his lips feel tingly and numb. This woman…his wife…what had she done to him? And would she do it again? For a few seconds he couldn’t move, not even as his cock shot out a few more streams into Elizabeth’s throat. He’d challenged her, and she’d met the challenge, and then some.

When Jack’s body finally calmed, it did so quickly, for he seemed to sink into the bed at the same moment his cock went limp and slipped from her mouth. Elizabeth stared at his once tense body, now peacefully relaxed, softened cock lying against his thigh as he slowly rubbed his temples with his hands. She smiled, but not just because she knew she’d won, but because she felt blessed to have been able to bring the man she loved such pleasure. She reached out and stroked his recovering form, running her hands lightly over his defined chest, shoulder and arm. “Do you hurt anywhere, love?” She smiled at him, the game now over, but he the way he looked begged the jesting.

Jack drew a deep breath. “I don’t even know where I am,” he mumbled, his hands now covering his face as if bright light had just been shown in his eyes.

Elizabeth laughed and laid down next to him, put her arm across his chest and her head on his shoulder. “I love you, Jack.” She whispered, and kissed him on his bearded cheek, only to have him surprise her by turning his head to the side and catching her lips with his, fuller of energy than she’d guessed he’d be.

“Lizzie, I…” it wasn’t that he was afraid to say it, but more that he’d thought of something else to say. “After that, I’m goin’ to melt down some of me gold into a statue of ye, and kneel down and pray to it.”

Elizabeth giggled. “I was thinking the same thing about you,” she sighed, then purposefully cast her glance below his waist. “At least, about part of you!” She laughed, and Jack swept her against him into a hug, kissing her harder this time, and then rolling to his back again, but kept her in his strong arms as he chuckled in satisfaction. Her Jack, she’d managed to give him something no other woman had. No, she never thought she’d be here, no matter how much she’d wanted to be.

Elizabeth Sparrow…he’d never thought having a wife would be like this; wives didn’t do what she’d just done…did they? Bloody hell, all that really mattered was that his wife had just done it! Even the memory was enough to make Jack have to catch his breath and rub some of the feeling back into his lips, noticing then that there was kohl smeared on his hands. “See?” He asked, showing Elizabeth his hands and she laughed. “Ye’ve really got me undone, love!”

“It doesn’t look that bad,” she continued laughing as she evened up the somewhat smeared lines around Jack’s dark eyes with her finger. Those eyes…so deep and so dark, and the kohl around them just set them smoldering. “Jack, why do you wear the kohl?” She always wondered; it wasn’t a habit she’d ever seen other men nurture.

Jack smiled faintly, looking a bit sad, but in a fond sort of way. “I were born in India, love. British East India, but the locals have a custom there of puttin’ kohl on a child’s eyes to protect them from illness.” He paused a moment, ran his fingers through her hair. He’d never explained the kohl to anyone before. “Me mum, she’s who started it. Were an outbreak of Typhoid when I was born.”

Elizabeth smiled; she didn’t need Jack to say anything more. “And you haven’t been a day without since, have you?” What a sweet thing she now knew of Jack Sparrow that the rest of the world didn’t. He honored his mother by lining his eyes with kohl. She also knew not to dwell on this, less Jack become too self conscious. “And India? You’ve just become twice as exotic as you were to me before!” Elizabeth smiled.

India? Exotic? Jack smiled, she had no idea. “Lizzie,” he said, some of his strength returning, enough to make him feel up to making plans for the next hour or so. “Would ye like to learn somethin’ exotic they do in India?”