In The Nick Of Time

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“Cuz I don’t trust ye, love.” Jack smiled, standing there in the ankle deep water, holding both Lizzie’s hands in his, their feet illuminated by the glowing algae as the current slapped against their legs.

Honestly, dancing? Now? Naked? After he’d just told her such a titillating tale of a passion greater than Elizabeth had ever dreamed possible? She was ready to try it! Ready to get to it! She got it, this next adventure would be slow, premeditated, climax would not be the ultimate goal, they’d both have to exercise more restraint than they ever had before, with each other or with anyone else, if they hoped to achieve the magic that awaited them. She understood; why dance? What would that do? “Jack, I’m ready! I promise, I won’t get out of control, and I won’t let you get out of control either!” Elizabeth swore, for Jack had been just as adamant about her not coaxing him to an end that would come all too soon.

Jack reached around and placed his hand in between her shoulder blades and drew her close as he raised the hand that held hers. He leaned into her, making her take a step back, beginning to lead her in a slow waltz. He smiled. “Yer way too impatient to be ready, Lizzie.” Her breasts touched his chest and she followed him, more of a sway than an actual waltz, but Jack didn’t complain as their movement made the sea sparkle. He hadn’t planned to try this with her, for he doubted his own ability in this, but he knew it was the best thing for them now. Something slow, something gentle; let her body get used to his size and shape without hurting her again. All the elements were in place: a beautiful setting, they were deeply in love, and both were open to a new experience. Dance with her, set the rhythm, teach her how to follow it, this should work. At least, it would work if he could simmer her down, make her understand and feel what was necessary before proceeding. But, when Jack had been her age, he had too much fire down below to settle into Tantra. He hoped Elizabeth would prove different.

“Look in me eyes, concentrate on what ye see there, match yer breath to mine, let yer body synchronize with mine, savvy?” These things were the cornerstones of what they were about to attempt. Jack had never been as serious about Tantra as he was now. It was something he’d experimented with as a young man growing up in India, his family’s maid, Jigisha, having been a pretty little native girl who tempted him in so many ways. He’d always lost his patience with the pursuit of making sex become a sacrament of love, for until now, he’d never been in love. But he could have that sacredness with Lizzie, could be whole with her in the experience and embrace everything; he could feel it, if he could only center her.

Elizabeth doubted that Jack could do this. What she knew of him thus far was that he was all man in his desires, and that he enjoyed satisfying them as voraciously as he could. And now he preached to her of something slow and deliberate? Something where an earth shattering, wave like release of ecstasy was not to be obtained? She’d believe it when she saw it, fully expecting to be thrust onto her back on the bed in a matter of seconds once his cock reached it’s fully erect state. She simpered, but for right now honored his request that she connect with him, and looked into his eyes, his deep, dark, hypnotizing eyes. He stared back, each watching the others pupils begin to dilate. Jack was serious. At least, he looked serious. Time would tell.

He pulled her a little closer, not breaking their stare and happy that Elizabeth held it as intensely as she did. She had to know him as something different now, something that he’d never been to her before, just as he would have to know her as something she’d never been to him before. “I am Shiva,” Jack told her, just as the story was told to him by Jigisha years ago. “The Pure One.”

“Oh?” Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh a little, but continued to hold his eyes with hers. Jack really seemed to want this to work, and she’d do her best to make it so, even though she didn’t really understand his methods yet.

“Yes, love, I am…at least right now, I am.” He admitted, and then fought to regain his train of thought. He hoped she wouldn’t laugh through this; this wasn’t like their wedding. “I am Shiva,” he stated again, this time tilting his head forwards and touching his forehead to hers so their eyes locked even steadier. He had to draw her in, get her to focus, get her to breathe in as he did, exhale as he did, unite their bodies in space and time. “I am male energy, afar of, and impervious to, all nature and matter.”

And she thought Jack was difficult to follow when he was drunk. What was he talking about? But their slow, swaying dance was beginning to cull her thoughts and her senses together. His hand on her spine was sensuously stroking her back, the palm of his other hand rubbing against hers. His voice was a tenor she’d never heard before, a bit raspy, desperate even, but not despairing or hungry. And his eyes, those black diamonds, she’d never seen them so open before, as if they drew some kind of power from hers.

“Yer Shakti,” Jack continued. “Yer force, power, energy, the female aspect of God.” He looked at her, doing his best to see past the bright brown eyes, the flawless cream of her skin, the curves of her lithe body. He’d always been drawn to her physical form, for he was a man, but he’d always felt so much more from her, something so strong and so beautiful and so bold he’d often wondered how her tiny body contained it all. He felt like he could see that now, if at least, that he now knew where to look. His hand tipped her chin up and he caressed her cheek, looking at her, looking into her. “For the first time in me life I understand how a woman could be those things, Lizzie. Courageous and brave, who can feel emotions to a peak that made ye leave yer life in Jamaica to come and find me, to marry me, to face the pain of givin’ to me that which ye’d held back from the whelp. My wife, strong enough to kill me when it were necessary, but now strong enough to love me, fully and without fear; if yer not some female portion of a deity, then there be no God!”

There was something in Jack’s eyes that spoke louder than words; no one had ever looked at her like that before. It was more than a stare, it was something that saw into her so deeply that Elizabeth had felt a sudden need to cover herself, but it wasn’t her nudity that made her feel exposed. But then Jack began speaking to her, and something stirred within her and came awake in the moment. Elizabeth’s breathing slowed, became shallow. Was this part of this Tantra thing he’d told her about? It had to be. Jack already seemed to be feeling it, and she hoped she would too. She looked back into Jack’s eyes, hoping to see into him the way he was suddenly able to do with her. His words, no one had ever said that to her, no one had ever thought that about her. No wonder her breathing had become so shallow. “Do you truly believe that, Jack?”

“Do you, love?” He asked back, smoothing his hand over her cheek, forgetting that they were swaying together, forgetting that their naked bodies pressed together, forgetting how the moonlight reflected on the softly glowing water. He could make her see that in herself, he knew he could. If he kept to the course, he could make her see and feel and touch and be everything, living it all in a harmonious sexual union with him! Jack so desired to give that to her, what better wedding present could there have been? What better way to show her how he loved her was there? And it was beginning to work; his cock was stiffening more and more, hungry for her, but he felt more that his center, his heart, what was it called again? Oh yes, his Anahata, it was opening up, ready to take her into him as much as she would be taking him into her. He had to make her understand what he was feeling, so she could feel it. He had to show her the path he’d, for the first time, found. Love, life and the universe, they were all so close, if she’d only join him. He pressed her fingers over his heart and kept the stare level and deep. “Take a breath with me, Lizzie.” He nearly whispered, watching her eyes. “Every breath makes us reborn, breathe with me. Live with me.”

Reborn. Elizabeth wasn’t sure what he meant, until she inhaled, the night air filling her lungs, feeling almost cold inside her body. He’d called her the name of a goddess, he’d said she was a goddess. Reborn. She held the breath until she could see Jack’s muscled chest falling slowly as he exhaled, so did she, still looking into his eyes, feeling his breath against her breasts and over her heart. Jack’s eyes, eyes that had seen so much, deep and dark with images she couldn’t even picture, but she wanted to know them. Reborn. Again they took a breath, long and full. He’d called her strong enough to love him fully, without fear. He’d called her a goddess. They exhaled, earthly ties and boundaries mixing between their lips, blowing away on the wind, Jack’s eyes drawing her in, directing a stirring that arose within her more and more upwards. She began to feel different, she began to feel all things that she was and wasn’t, but mostly, she felt Jack. She was his goddess, and he was her god, Shiva and Shakti, one of and to the other. Reborn.

Again, she sought a breath with Jack, this time focusing on how the same air entering her body entered Jack’s, thinking how much like kissing this breathing was; every breath seemed to be deeper than the last, slower. Now she didn’t have to watch Jack to match his pattern, she knew it and did so without thinking, affording her time to notice Jack’s touch on her skin. His fingers were warm, his palms warmer, the pressure soft, only slightly more than the glowing waves that lapped gently at her legs. His eyes held hers and hers his, they took a breath together, one breath, and she thought she felt his touch become heavier, sinking through her skin and swimming in her blood, circulating through her heart, enveloping her from the outside in. It was heady and dizzying, she’d never felt so full of him, not like this.

Jack heard the whispers of the wind and the water in her breath; saw the stars and the moon in her eyes, felt the smooth softness of silken bed linens in her skin. She was everything, she surrounded him, and it was by the urging of his soul that he kissed her, pulled her tightly against him, feeling all of her against him and all of everything in her.

Elizabeth felt him lifting her into his arms, feeling like she was the sun being risen above the sky. Jack was the breath she drew, taking it straight from his mouth as their lips parted, only to delve into one another again and open a new world up to one another. There was a garden, but she couldn’t see it, not really, but she felt a garden, lush and green, full of soft clovers, roses, lilies, lotus. Jack set her down again, now standing beside the bed, next to the water basin and the fresh water, but never once did they break their kiss, not even when Jack reached for the full pitcher and picked it, pouring it out over the seal of their bodies, saturating them with a means to purity.

“It’s best to wash, to be new.” He whispered, stepping away from her and turned to cup his hands together into the basin and collect water in them. Jack was eager to rinse Elizabeth’s body with clean water, he would enjoy the feel of her skin beneath his hands, but he wanted more to wash away the remnants of any blood and spent passion left from their first coupling. It would be like beginning anew, why hadn’t he been able to think of Tantra when he first took her?

Elizabeth understood, moving her legs apart as Jack stooped in front of her. She wondered how his touch would feel now that this…awareness had come over them. Her body didn’t burn with the same crazed desire as it had before, but she wanted his touch all the same, wanted his hands in contact with the flower of her feminine energies. His hand drew up her thigh, warm like her flushing skin, and the she felt cool water against her labia and braced herself for the shock of it against her more delicate features. But the warmth of Jack’s hands was all she noted as they rubbed her clean, drawing back and forth, front and back, against her sex, bringing a brisk pleasure to her responsive clitoris as she felt the water dissolving away dried semen and blood. It didn’t hurt to be touched, it felt just the opposite, and that it made her feel so close to climax it surprised her, for all she’d done earlier was look into Jack’s eyes and share breath with him.

Now she stood stiff, rebelling against the feeling that threatened to overtake her, resisting the need to rub herself against Jack’s fingers. Jack had said not to let herself cum, told her to imagine her orgasm as a wave that kept breaking and breaking, but never fully reached the shore. But Jack, she looked down at him, the strong, striated shoulders, the perfect cheek bones of his handsome face, rugged look of his beard; he’d called her a goddess, called her courageous, called her strong. And his eyes held hers still, deep and dark, the garden of lush green grasses and exotic flowers hung within their gaze and in their shared breaths Elizabeth could smell the perfume of a hundred different blossoms. She was being drawn in, feared that this garden hid a cliff that she was near dropping off of, and she leaned forward, grabbing Jack’s shoulder to hold herself back from the edge. His fingers moved against her dampening folds like a breeze through the lush green grass of the garden. No, he’d said not to give in, she needed him to help her, she needed his instruction. “Jack…”

She hadn’t needed to say anything, for Jack had read and felt all in her eyes. He nodded, she was afraid of being lost, but he wanted her to feel that she had control of this and how to make this last forever. She was clean now, but he didn’t dare leave his post, she needed to practice this. It was not something that had come easily to Jack whenever he and Jigisha had stolen away together to the orchard, why should he expect it to come easily for Elizabeth? Carefully, he slid a finger within Elizabeth’s quivering body, her heat embracing him as her muscles drew tight around him, she moaned as did Jack, and her grip on his shoulder became tighter; she was still holding on, but not by much. “Lizzie, what ye feel now,” Jack whispered. “Don’t lose what ye feel right now! This is what Tantra means, savoring this anticipation, being so close to this life and so close to this death; we live together, we die together, we are one with everything, together.”

“How?” She wanted such to be so, but how did she do it? Her body was fast becoming beyond her control, she wanted to cum, every muscle, every nerve, set for it. She was losing the garden, it was far away now, she felt Jack’s finger; she wanted his cock. Maybe if she begged him, then he’d abandon this? “Jack, please, I can’t do this, I’m not that strong.”

“Aye, love ye are!” He insisted, feeling so much fire and need in their stare. He had to tell her what to do, how to distribute this climax. “Breathe with me, Lizzie, nice and deep, look in me eyes, send me yer passion with yer eyes. And squeeze me, lock yer sweetness ‘round me finger as tight as ye can.” Jigisha would have been proud of the way he coached Lizzie, he only hoped Lizzie understood.

Elizabeth kept her eyes locked with Jack’s though she would have preferred to close hers and drift off into a climax. But no, she stared at him and him back at her, and she thought of how tightly wound her groin felt, how lubricating juices flowed between her legs where his finger gently rubbed her. Don’t let this anticipation end, feel this for as long as she could. Her nerve endings danced, her muscles tensed, ready to explode, but Jack and she drew in a deep breath, the deepest breath they ever had, and Elizabeth forced the muscles of her sheath to close, to clamp down on Jack’s finger. Both moaned as ripples of sensations receded seemingly upwards to her head, the tension not disappearing, her body contracting involuntarily now two, maybe three times, but not releasing as she’d come to expect. The garden, for a brief moment, she stood in the garden, with Jack, deep green pachysandra grass brushing softly beneath her feet as Jack swept her up into his muscular arms.

Her eyes had been open, staring into Jack’s, but the whole time she’d been in the garden, beginning to feel as though this garden where high above something. But then Elizabeth noticed they were in the bed, Jack sitting up and holding her in his lap, face to face, staring, breathing, and rubbing a plump piece of mango against her lips before kissing her, eyes open, and tongue drawing hers into his mouth and pinning it down.

Jack’s hands cupped her buttocks, preparing to lift her onto him, knowing that this was where he could lose all that they’d been striving for. He’d need her to be strong for him, and he knew Elizabeth understood what it was they pursued, she’d just had the first taste of it, it had showed in her glassy eyes. He’d had stiffer erections, but for right now was glad he wasn’t fully rigid. Not only did it make it a bit easier to keep himself under control, but it also meant less pain when he entered her this time.

“Lizzie,” he whispered to her, tracing her lips with the mango. It was his turn to go where she had been, to join her there. “Can ye take me?”

Her take him? She loved how he’d asked the question, the immodest assertion of reversed roles that seemed to fit this new discovery. Shakti to take Shiva. Shakti, female element of Shiva. Shiva to know his female susceptibilities and Shakti to know her masculine diversions, for they were one in the very same being. How would he feel inside her as she took him? “Yes,” Elizabeth’s eyes watched Jack’s, nothing tearing them away from this focused stare that showed them each so much of the other, his breath hers, her breath his. “Yes, I will take you!”

Jack lifted her with one hand, Elizabeth pushing up and balancing on one foot as Jack grabbed his semi-hard cock with his other hand and braced it for her to lower herself onto. It shouldn’t hurt this time, he’d gotten her to the brink of orgasm, she was plenty wet, plenty ready. He hoped he wouldn’t forget his restraint and cum the moment her hot channel enveloped him, and hoped she wouldn’t cum as she sank his cock within her charms. This had always been where Jack failed Jigisha, for it was impossible to deny the feeling of a woman’s body holding his prick in such tight, squeezing softness that welcomed him with several mild convulsions. “Breathe,” he whispered to her, his glans pushing inside of her open vagina. “Don’t forget to breathe.”

Elizabeth’s body took him in swiftly; drew him in like a breath, there was no pain, nor hesitation this time, only the divine feeling of her lover and her world, combining within her. Jack still felt big, but he also felt molded to her shape, still took up all the room within her, but the touch of his glans, his shaft against her vaginal walls echoed throughout her body like a summer breeze on her skin. She clung to him, teeth chattering as she braced herself against the same sensation Jack braced himself against. They were one, each of their bodies fighting to betray the quest of devout love they’d sworn to achieve. Elizabeth saw flames in Jack’s all but black eyes and felt their heat burning in her heart. He was breathing too fast for her to follow him now, and holding her so tightly, pulling her onto him as if he wished to thrust within her deeper, but there was no more of him that she could take.

Jack couldn’t quite believe what he was feeling. In no way was he fully erect and yet his body was racked with spasms that threatened to clatter up his shaft and make him cum. Elizabeth, she took him in and held him so tightly, made him hers and he wanted to surrender to the grasp her body bound him in. Perhaps this was what he was supposed to have been feeling during all those trials and trainings with Jigisha, a sudden rush of convulsions, but no ejaculation, no forceful eruption of semen and energy. But a full orgasm lingered, and he’d cum if he didn’t gain control of it. Elizabeth had done so, he must do so for her. He’d told her to squeeze, bear down with the muscles that would have spasmed uncontrolled during a regular climax. And so Jack did the same, tightening up all muscles and nerve endings in his cock and groin, feeling his balls wanting to burst at the defiance of release, but as Jack forced himself to draw a deep breath, another feeling took hold of him. It was like flight, like he was soaring over the ocean with the wings of a gull, the only other comparable impression he had was that of standing at the prow of the Pearl in the leeward wind as she raced over the sea. His body began to rock slowly and he felt Lizzie follow him, not really thrusting at one another, but letting a gentle motion give and take from each of them as she struggled to match her breathing to his. “In, Lizzie, in,” he gasped to her, wanting to focus her again, she didn’t have to match her breaths to his now, he’d wanted their breaths to be separate now that their bodies were one. “In,” he told her again, requesting something of her that she usually asked of him every time she’d begged him to fuck her. “Concentrate on breathing, love.”

Elizabeth’s body was shuddering again; she wriggled against Jack, trying desperately to draw a breath and pinch her muscles taut and block the pressures threatening to boil over inside her. “Oh, Jack,” she gasped, her eyes closing for a second, wanting to surrender to what she felt, her body spinning like the wheels of a madly driven coach, but never reaching any destination. Look at him, send him this. Her eyes opened again, staring into Jack, “I need you!” She rocked forward, drew a deep breath, and kissed him, his tongue thrusting within her mouth and fucking her the way he had with his cock earlier. One little convulsion reverberated through her, made every nerve fiber in her body hum and buzz, but that was all. She’d managed to stave off climax again, and once more swore she could smell the lilies and lotus at bloom in the garden; the garden, focus on the garden.

Jack’s body fought to join Elizabeth’s, but he fought to keep control. Nothing had ever required so much physical, mental or emotional effort before. He’d reached a fully erect state now, could feel himself pushing for more room within Elizabeth’s sheath, and they rocked and rocked against one another, her breathing out and Jack drawing her breath into his body as his cock nestled within her, a cycle in sync, they were one. More, Jack needed to feel more, but more of another sensation entirely, something to refocus him from the oozingly tight clamp of Elizabeth’s body.

Something suddenly tasted sweet in her mouth, and although Elizabeth had been staring into Jack’s eyes, she hadn’t noticed him bringing the mango that he’d traced her lips with earlier, up between their mouths. His mouth pressed to hers in a kiss, parting her lips again with his tongue, but what was next in her mouth was the soft, yellow, tangy flesh of the mango. The taste of the fruit and the taste of Jack made Elizabeth feel another sudden contraction rush through her and for a moment she slammed herself against him, making both of them moan and hold close to one another as the mango slid from her mouth to his, back and forth, languidly, sharing the taste between them. Their lips were fused together, their tongues touching, each of them taking turns holding the fruit in their mouths, only to let the other suck it away again. It was like having his cock in her mouth, firm and taut and she sucked it until it released its juices.

Sweet syrup dripped from their coupled lips down over Jack’s chin and through his beard, all the way to where her breasts were pressed to his defined pectoral muscles. The sticky fluid was warm and left a trail of imagined fire, searing her skin to his as Jack felt a river of lava flowing within him, rising higher and higher, uncoiling like a serpent aflame. He felt he was moving towards something, that they were both moving towards something, some great enlightenment bound to consume them both in the throws of ecstasy. Jack could now feel a passionate anxiousness navigating through his body on the sea of his blood, making him feel more alive and in tuned with Elizabeth, more in tuned with the trade winds, the sound of the lapping iridescent sea and the stars and moon in the sky, than he’d ever remembered. Every muscle of his form was tremulous, like his climax had been internalized, the feeling was nearly too much to bear. He sucked the mango from Elizabeth’s mouth and bit it in half, pushing the other part of it back between her lips with his tongue, and they swallowed what they shared together.

It was difficult to tell now if either of them was near a point of release, for they both shook and shivered against one another. Every touch, no matter where, sparked the deepest of pleasures within them, the shuddering and expanding of Jack’s cock burrowed deep within her body shot like starlight through Elizabeth as they kept rocking together, back and forth, back and forth, Elizabeth now rotating her hips against Jack’s, her breath going into her lungs as he exhaled against her neck and breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, the eye contact broken but still felt, as though each one’s hands now had the gift of sight as they touched one another. She was running a race, but not against Jack, but against herself. Something was building, taking up all the room within her body, burning to burst forth and get out as it rose upwards from Elizabeth’s groin, to her heart, and kept moving higher. She felt everything, felt too much, her senses confused; the trade winds sweeping through her hair and leaving the taste of the tropics in her mouth, the sea slapping at the anchored bed posts and the sound dancing upon her electrified skin. The smell of blooming lilies and lotus, the garden, she and Jack were no longer in the garden; they were the garden, for the garden was the universe they shared with each other.

Jack had never felt this before, this went beyond lust; this went beyond the satisfaction that came from having a woman after many months at sea. This even surpassed the very first night he and Elizabeth had spent alone, marooned on that island, when she’d slumped against him, laid her head on his shoulder and sighed, “Oh Jack, being stranded here must be terrible for you.” The feelings that had caused to course though him, the hope that it had awakened! Perhaps she didn’t see a weasel-ly scallywag of a drunk, sixteen years her senior, when she looked at him. The moment had been fleeting, he’d tried too hard and was too drunk to capture it. But that entire night had long lived in his memory, along with all the stupid, stupid things he’d done to try and get her into his arms, just once more, that night. He had gotten close again that night, he knew it, and thought it was subtle, he’d often think back upon it and find a swelling at his groin when he did.

Lizzie had busied herself by clumping handfuls of sand together and carefully smoothing them into a sandcastle worthy of a sand princess, Jack had sat across from her with his rum, telling her some made up story while he built a large, long sand object that rested upon two rounded heaps of sand that he’d molded with his hands. The look on Elizabeth’s face when she looked over and saw his enormous pole like sculpture would forever make Jack grin, though he’d tried to explain to her that what he’d built was a sand cannon, aimed at her sandcastle, for indeed, it had been, but Elizabeth wouldn’t believe him, had quickly gotten to her feet and stormed off. But after taking a few steps, she’d looked back at him, and his massive sandy, phallus looking gun. That split second of glance had renewed Jack’s hopes and a fever flashed within him anew. “C’mon girlie,” he’d thought to himself as he’d watched her walk down the beach away from him and the fire. “Ye want to see? I’ll show ye!”

He’d show her. He’d show her! Tantra had gotten them to a higher point than Jack had hoped for, higher than he’d ever achieved before, but now he’d begun to feel it had only been foreplay, like waving a stewed bone in front of starving beast, and now the beast within Jack was about to slip its leash. The fire within him burned out of control, flooding him with an intensity he could only have described as rage, though he felt no malice nor threatened any violence against anyone. Elizabeth was straining to contain another climax, but she was losing, pushing herself against him, groaning selfishly as she ground her hips against him, forgetting her steady breathing. “I want you, Jack!” He heard her saying as she twisted and writhed, hung up now by an orgasm that had been buried so very deep within her. He wanted Elizabeth, he wanted her and all the fire he could still feel welling up within her. He’d show her, tantric sex had opened a door Jack never realized had been closed for so long, and what lurched out from behind it demanded to be fed. Elizabeth, her love for him bathed him, her physical need for him branded him. He’d show her!