A New Life, A New Love

Chapter Twenty-Four: A Beautiful Night for A Moondance


“Rachel, luv,” Jack murmured. “Are you sure this is all right? I want you so much, but what
about the baby?”

“The baby will be just fine. By the time I have to stop making love, I’ll be fat and ugly and you
won’t even want me anymore,” she replied with a smile.

“That,” he said, “will never happen. I’ll always want you.”

“Even when I waddle when I try to walk?” she asked.

“Even then,” he replied with a grin. “Though I can’t ever imagine you waddling.”

“I love you, Jack Sparrow.” Rachel found herself suddenly on the edge of tears. She couldn’t
imagine what she had done to deserve the man beneath her. But she was very glad that he was
there.

“I love you, too, Rachel,” he said. “And I always will. Don’t you forget that.”

“Show me,” she pleaded. “Make love to me, Jack.”

“Oh, my beautiful lady, you’ll never have to ask me twice.”

He pulled her in and kissed her as his hands reached for her buttons. Her blouse slipped easily
over her shoulders and his hands moved to the makeshift bindings that supported her breasts. As
he untied them, her breasts spilled free and he ran his hands over them almost frantically.
Having her atop him like this was driving him mad. She raised herself from the kiss, allowing
him to place his kisses in a much more sensitive place. He took her nipple into his mouth and
she could feel his warmth spread through her. She reached for the ties of his shirt, but found it to
be nearly impossible to take it off in the position they were in, and the attempt to do so nearly
spilled them onto the deck. The hammock was wonderful for some things, but apparently
making love was not going to be one of them.

“Come on, luv,” he said, rolling her to the side. He tipped the hammock so that he could swing
his legs over the side. Standing up, he lifted her and stood her on the deck. “Try that again,
now.”

She lifted his shirt over his head and ran her mouth over his chest. Her lips found his nipple and
she began to caress it with her tongue. He moaned softly and reached for her pants just as she
reached for his. They took their time undressing one another, exploring each other’s bodies as
they went. By the time Rachel freed Jack of his pants, his erection was almost painful. The
sudden release of pressure as she pulled the pants free elicited a deep moan of pleasure and relief
as his member sprang free. She kneeled on the deck in front of him. She found that perfect spot
on his hip and applied her tongue to it, caressing his thighs with her hands as she did so.

“You keep that up, luv, and things are going to end a little sooner than I would like,” he told her.

He pulled her to her feet and reached to the hammock to remove the blanket they had been lying
upon. He spread it out on the deck and pulled her down to sit astride his lap. His tongue ran
along her breastbone as his hands reached to fondle her breasts. Finding her throat, his tongue
started working in circles until he found the spot just above her pulse. She began to moan as he
bit down gently on the sensitive flesh he found there. He lifted her slightly and she gasped in
surprise as he entered her.

“Slowly, now,” he whispered. He lifted her again and folded his legs beneath her. As he
lowered her, she felt his hardness sink further into her. She wrapped her legs around his back.
He’d never gone this deep inside her before. Their bodies seemed to have found the perfect
position where they almost melded into one. She pressed her upper body into his as their lips
met in a deep and passionate exploratio one one another. Slowly, his hips began to rock beneath
her.

“Oh, god, Jack,” she moaned. “This is wonderful.”

“Something I heard of on a visit to India.” He smiled. “Always wanted to try it. This seemed
like the perfect time.”

“Perfect, yes, perfect.” She could feel her pleasure building as he moved within her. But it built
slowly, allowing her to savor it to its fullest.

“Now concentrate, luv,” he told her. “Focus your mind on the place where our bodies meet.”

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to just feel. Her senses narrowed to that one place where
their bodies joined. “Oh,” she gasped. She could feel every move their bodies made as they
slowly slid against each other, and every movement brought with it its own pleasures. They
rocked one another, allowing the pace to increase only very slowly as they used their hands and
mouths to further their pleasures on other parts of their bodies. As their pace increased, so did
their pleasure until Rachel felt she could take no more. Jack’s eyes flew open and he almost
screamed as Rachel clenched her muscles around him. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore,
and began to thrust within her. She began to bounce on his lap as she rode his manhood,
allowing their bodies to separate and then slam back together again. The stars around them
blurred together as they reached the edge and fell over it together. And then they were still.
They clutched one another as they trembled from the force of their climax. Rachel leaned in and
kissed Jack softly, but neither of them made a move to separate. They sat there for some time,
until, finally, Jack lifted Rachel just enough to straighten his legs beneath her. The spell was
broken, and she allowed her own legs to fall to his sides.

“That was incredible,” she said.

“Mmmm.” He grinned. “If I ever make it back to India, I’ll have to remember to thank the monk
that gave me that book.”

“Oh, my god!” Rachel exclaimed, grabbing for the blanket. “Jack! The lookout! Whoever’s up
there just got a real eyeful!”

Jack chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, luv.” He grinned. “Ol’ Jack thought ahead. Annamaria’s
up there tonight. You can bet she didn’t see a thing.”

Rachel laughed as she visibly relaxed. “And if she did, we’ll never know about it. You just
think of everything, don’t you?”

“Of course, luv,” he replied. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.”

And with that, they returned to the hammock and curled up together for a good night’s sleep.