Parlait

“Because it’s unfair, that’s why!” Elizabeth wouldn’t be swayed, sitting up now with her arms crossed over the buttons of her nightdress at her chest. She’d been dreaming of this for so long, and now to have him suggest something like this? Why, it made it seem hardly worth it at all. Best to get it sorted out now, do whatever she had to do to change his mind, before the day finally came when Blood would proclaim her healed.

“Elizabeth,” Barbossa sighed, lying there still, too relaxed at the moment to meet her in this latest tirade, though he was surprised by the argument she put up. And this morning had started off so beautifully, wake with a powerful erection, finding her hand around it, followed by her mouth after a few lazy, deep kisses. And now this; it must have been the frustration she was likely under, two weeks of hungrily and eagerly pleasuring him when Elizabeth could not partake of such bliss. Barbossa did feel guilty about it, and had stayed himself from seeking her for anything carnal, but alas, he was never strong enough to refuse that which she so often and so gamely lavished upon him. Soon though, he’d be able to make it all up to her soon…but apparently, not in the fashion she wanted. “Why can’t anythin’ with y’be easy?”

“Why can’t anything with me be easy?” She asked pointing to herself and shaking her head, then rolling her eyes at him. “Honestly, Captain, this is the last sort of suggestion that I’d ever expected to hear from you…from a pirate!”

Oh, so now she’d attack his honor as a rogue of the sea? “Know yer game, girl. Y’won’t win.” Just lay back down, he thought, lay down beside him, closer her eyes, and let them both fall asleep for a bit just like they’d begun to…prior to his bringing up what would happen in two more days, when she’d finally be strong enough to have him again. Now Barbossa wished he’d never even mentioned it, just went ahead with it and let her figure it out. But no…he had to be a gentleman.

Much to Elizabeth’s disappointment, the Captain refused to dispute this point with her, hadn’t even responded when she’d accused him of going soft. Fine then, if that hadn’t worked, question his sanity! “You can’t be serious! Can you?”

“Can be, and be.” Answered Barbossa, then yawned, stretched his arms a bit and let his eyes close. She may not want to sleep some, but he did, still had nearly a half hour before he’d need to be on deck, and this discussion was pointless, though in a way, it was also very sweet of her to fight this so much. “Tis kind a y’to consider me satisfaction, girl. Don’t think I haven’t taken notice a that, but, let it rest. Won’t be so bad.”

His eyes had drifted closed, but Elizabeth still sat with her arms crossed. “Nor so good!” She muttered, looking down at him, her man, big powerful body in repose, broad chest and shoulders, flat belly and trim waist, a mass of dark red curls above his relaxed cock, barely as long as her thumb now, its head laying sleepily upon his scrotum. How often she’d gazed at him like this and thought how much he resembled sculpture of some ancient Greek or Roman deity. She couldn’t wait to have him again in full, to know her man above her and within her, his strength guiding both their pleasures! The daydream of such had been so exhilarating, had played out in her mind realistically enough to make her moan whenever she knelt before him, working his cock with her mouth. She’d wanted that moment more than she’d wanted a wedding night once.

But it wasn’t to end as she’d wished it to, as the Captain would need it to, the way she’d dreamed it to every time during these past two weeks when she’d worked him in her oiled grasp or sucked him in her mouth. This wasn’t fair, she’d wanted things back the way they were between them before when they made love, or fucked, or when whatever it was that took them took them. What he suggested still felt so very isolated, like such a large portion of his pleasure was being cut short, and hers with it. He was usually so very deep within her when he finished that she couldn’t truly feel the liquid heat spurt from his organ, but she knew when his cock erupted, could feel it expand and contract around its base, could feel the way he grasped her, pressed his tense body against hers, hear the deep and rasping growls and grunts he gave, her name, or “meu inamoratta” often murmured among them.

There was nothing more gratifying than holding him within her at that moment, sharing and feeling and cherishing his body as the most unequalled of physical pleasures thundered inside him, inside her, the universe’s travail of a new galaxy; it was like touching his soul. He liked her legs spread wide and raised when he drew near his point, her hips thrust up against his, the perfect receptacle for the insatiable need to fuck that overtook him. She’d trained her muscles to grip him as soon she felt the first throes of his climax, tightening and releasing as he pumped himself into her more and more, imagining her sheath to be a hand, milking his tremorous, hard flesh, hot within hers; oh that feeling, more sumptuous than a mouthful of rich, warm chocolate melting on her tongue!

And after he’d stilled, muscles relaxing in spastic ripples, his breathing heavy and gaspy, she struggled to clutch his lessening length within her, if the appreciation of the pleasure he took from her did not wash her away in her own orgasm, as she drew in every taste of passion from his exhalation into her own lungs. Elizabeth loved that moment to last for as long as possible, often wrapped her arms and legs around him to keep him above her and as deeply within her as possible, in the half conscious dream that was ecstasy’s wake. But when he did pull his drained organ from her body, she would eagerly await the warm tickle of his hot seed spilling and dripping from where he’d left it, warm, wet confirmation of the mortal joy she gave him.

She knew that’s what it took to give him the ultimate fulfillment; it was just as primal a thing for the Captain as it was for her. And yet, he meant to discontinue it? “How do you know that will even work?”

“Were married once, it works.”

“What if you’re so overcome that you don’t extract yourself in time?”

“Wont’ be easy, but I’ll manage. Done so before.”

“And it felt good to do so?”

“Felt better’n not havin’ a woman.”

Oh, he had an answer for everything! Or did he? Elizabeth smiled and leaned over him a bit. “And what if I won’t let go?”

At that Barbossa opened one eye. Had he heard her correctly? Every now and again Elizabeth’s lingering inexperience showed, and it was so endearing. Fancied she could draw herself that tightly, did she? He burst out laughing, sitting up on his elbows. “If’n y’figure out how to make that work, then much I’d be obliged to y’ma’am.”

Now Elizabeth sighed, her breath blowing tresses of her hair upwards. She did sound ridiculous. What was the answer? Was there an answer, other than the one the Captain was determined to implement, something that even now felt so certain to shatter the most intimate of intimate moments between them? Oh, it wasn’t fair! Elizabeth collapsed onto his chest with a huff, Barbossa reclining again and taking her in his arms. “Why not just allow nature to have her way?” Elizabeth asked, rolling over in his embrace to fold her arms over his chest and lean her chin upon them, his big hand gently stroking her back. “Would it truly be so terrible a thing if I were to have a baby?”

“Elizabeth yer askin’ a foolish question.” Barbossa sighed, “How many more times do y’have to be told that carryin’ another child could endanger yer own life before yer content that it be so?”

“That is a theory that has yet to be proven accurate, Captain!”

“Nor shall it be upon me watch!”

“But I don’t much care for this idea you have!”

“Would y’have me gelded, then?”

“Certainly not!”

“Thanks be for that! This be the best option, then.”

“But—“

“No!”

“How do we even know that I’m still complete enough inside to still be fertile?”

“We know I be, and that’s enough cause for concern.”

“But—“

“Elizabeth!” Both Barbossa’s hands lifted to his temples, massaging them gently. Sharing a bed with her again after their separation had been so very welcomed, she sprawled across his chest each night as she slept, curled around him, his arms around the smooth, warm satin of her skin all night, but then again, there had been no such debates as this in his pathetic hammock in the corner of the galley. “In all me years, girl, I’ve ne’er had such an indelicate argument with a woman!”

Elizabeth huffed again and scowled, one arm supporting her head upon his chest and the other hand tracing the shark tattoo along his ribs. “Well perhaps then they didn’t love you with the concentration as do I, sir.”

Barbossa’s head jerked up at her words, but he wasn’t exactly sure why he ‘d been so startled, for he was in no way angered by what she said, and likewise, felt no denial of it. It would be worth it to see her smile about now, and his hand fell gently upon her head, smoothing her hair behind her ear. “That likely be the truth, Miss.”

Elizabeth’s scowl quickly faded and she raised her head to look at him, snaking up his body and kissing him. It seemed every day he loomed closer to saying he loved her, and every day, The Reproach loomed closer to where The Black Pearl had headed off for. She wondered if she’d hear the Captain’s proclamation, or if she’d see black sails first. Jack, the threat to the communion Elizabeth so venerated with the Captain was truly Jack’s fault! Oh how Elizabeth hoped the Captain would delay his declaration of love for her, for she so wished to exact some revenge on Jack! For now though, she kissed her man, and enjoyed the way his beard felt on her chin and neck, sucked at the tip of his tongue, then traced the line of his mustache with her upper lip, pulling back to smile at him before kissing him again. She hadn’t known what it was to love a man until she’d felt the sentiment alive in her heart for him; would he love her, even if she went against his wishes, and took The Pearl and killed Jack? Would he ever say so to her if she did? He at least understood what she felt for him; that was a start, in so many ways. “I know you have my best interest in mind, Captain—“

“Have me own in mind as well,” He interrupted, closing both arms around her and giving her a squeeze. “Can’t lose y’girl. Not to nothin’.”

Elizabeth smiled and kissed him again; every day he got nearer and nearer to saying it. “There just has to be another way,” she sighed, laying her head to his broad chest. “You likely think me a silly, romantic girl, but when you make snug within me and thrash until every remnant of your pleasure has streamed from your body, it makes me feel like I am so very…sacred to you…” she looked deep into his blue eyes, lightly following the arch of his eyebrow with her fingertip as she spoke, feeling her own words make her shudder. “Like I’m your temple.”

Barbossa smiled faintly, not able to remember when a woman had so valued and been brought to such a point of loving exaltation by knowing he was pleasured. Graciella had loved him and had always given herself freely to him, but had been raised too much within the trappings of civilized society to fully revel as such in the carnality of their union, though she would at times pursue him to take her to bed with a coy smile. But Elizabeth, she was as bold and as desirous as he was, and she felt no need to hide it from him. She wanted him to cum in her, she liked the feeling of it, she liked the blending of their tensions and essences, and she’d formed some holy attachment to it all. Suddenly Barbossa found himself thinking that there had to be another way. But what way? Save for the irresponsibility of carrying on as normal and taking their chances that Elizabeth was now struck barren, and he wouldn’t risk finding out that she wasn’t when it meant that she could so easily bleed to death one way or another.

“C’mere,” he sighed and pulled her more against him, though he wasn’t sure at all how to comfort her in the loss of this, and was no longer certain he could get by in such a fashion himself. But, he must. Elizabeth’s head lay upon his shoulder now, her arm across his chest and her leg over his waist. She wore a nightdress, but his body reacted as though she wore nothing, beginning to formulate some demands that did nothing to help him sound convincing in his argument for what he’d proposed, and so he didn’t press it. “I’ll find some other way to make y’feel that, girl. I swear that too yeh.”

“How will you do that?” Elizabeth asked, her voice muffled against his neck, Barbossa sighed heavily, and she quickly raised her head to look at him. “Please, Captain, I don’t ask to be aggravating, and it’s not that I don’t take you for your word, but…” she rubbed his chest a bit and let her forlornness show. “I just cannot imagine that anything will ever take the place of that feeling, or that anything can ever make me feel as precious or as close to you.”

How could he do that? Sure, it was simple to say he would, but had he any true idea as to how to deliver? Well, there were two ways he could think of immediately, but neither one were avenues he wished to venture down. She’d pressed him once about marriage; asking her to be his wife would certainly make her feel precious to him and close to him, but this was not at all how he’d felt that or envisioned it ever happening. It would be ridiculous; getting down on one knee before her with her hand clasped between his and saying, “Elizabeth Swann me darlin’, can’t be squeezin’ out me jasm into y’any longer, so do me the honor of becomin’ me precious wife, instead.” Of course not! And how could he very well marry her when he couldn’t yet put forth that he loved her? No, there was to be an order to things, and he wasn’t absolutely sure yet that those three words wouldn’t spell doom for them both, though he’d studied the scroll more and more every day, whenever he felt the urge to finally say that which Elizabeth waited to hear grow stronger. It didn’t help now though. What could he do? What would she believe?

Some sort of symbol was needed, something that she could have to look at and be reminded of all that she was to him, something that would mark his promise to her. It was too soon, and the situation inappropriate, for giving her his name, but he did possess such a fitting symbol. “Sit up a moment,” he whispered, giving her a squeeze and a kiss on the head as he slipped something off his hand.

Elizabeth did so lazily, still looking so disappointed and empty when she felt her hand surrounded by the Captain’s, and something then being guided onto her finger. She looked down, a bit surprised, to see that he was threading his ring with the bear’s head on the bezel onto her hand, her left hand. What was he doing? He wasn’t…no, he’d not given any indications that he would; it was terribly spur of the moment if he was…but a ring? On her left hand? She looked down as the ornate gold, still warm from his body, was eased onto her finger, several sizes too big, but it did nothing to inhibit the smile she turned up at him.

“Now don’t be gettin’ too ahead a things,” he told her, knowing exactly what she was thinking, and hoping now that he wouldn’t further disappoint her this morning. “I’ll not be askin’ that yet. Tis only a gift from me to yeh.”

Elizabeth’s smile broadened and she grabbed his hand with both of hers. “Yet?”

Had he said “yet?” Damn! He’d bloody well asked her then, though unofficially. Best not to draw too much attention to it, for he’d always thought this instant would be far more momentous than this! She hadn’t answered; if he didn’t play into this, their still could be a more exceptional moment, and Elizabeth deserved that. He smiled at her, straightened the ring on her finger. “Yer eagerness be such flattery, but curb it for now.” He sighed.

He was trying to sound tired of the discussion already, but it only made Elizabeth laugh. “For now?” She repeated with a wide grin.

Damn him! He’d done it again. When had he ever become so transparent? “Just take the ring,” Barbossa sighed again, wondering now if he still needed to bother with proposing. “Were the first bit a plunder I e’er took as a pirate. Put that ring on me finger and promised meself there was no lookin’ back.” He played with the ring, again straightening it as it slipped frequently to the side of her slender digit. “I give it to y’now, with the same promise. Yer me everythin’, girl. No lookin’ back.”

Elizabeth stared down at his ring on her finger, so exuberantly happy that she felt like jumping up and down on their bed! Perhaps he did know how to equal the beauty she felt when his body flooded hers with the most transcendent of delights to have control over him. She threw her arms around him with a giddy little squeal and kissed him hard, his beard scraping her face, but she didn’t care. “You’re going to marry me!” She stated, almost singing the words through her smile.

Barbossa raised his eyebrows, trying to sound doubtful. “Am I?” Elizabeth laughed, running her fingers through his hair, a blithe bundle in his arms. “I ne’er asked—“

She quickly laid her finger to his lips, shaking her head, but still smiling; wanting to let him know she understood what had transgressed. “No, you didn’t ask, but you have tipped your hand, Captain!” She kissed him again, the love for him she felt rapidly welling up into something carnal.

“Have I?” The last kiss had encouraged his cock stiffer, he wondered as to the time and as to her intentions. But, he must deny any allegations of a marriage to take place between the two of them, it wasn’t supposed to happen this way, but, at least she was happy. “Yer a silly girl.” Without thinking his hand moved to the small of her back, drawing her closer and he kissed her, tongue fusing with hers.

“I’m your silly girl!” She smiled, his lips claiming hers once more, but she pulled away to smile at him again and hold up her left hand. “What has your ring on her finger, Captain! No looking back!”

“Ye’d marry a man more ‘an twice yer age, who can’t say what a hopeful bridegroom would to yeh, and whom ye refer to only as ‘Captain?’” He kissed her mouth briefly, moving across her jaw and to her neck.

“Yes! I will!” Elizabeth smiled rapturously, his kisses felt so good on her neck, she wished she could wriggle free of her nightdress and have them on her breasts, but she knew he wouldn’t allow her to. “How do you usually propose to a woman, just so I’m sure not to miss it.” She giggled.

Barbossa’s head jerked up, a bit stunned that she’d asked such, but then quickly chuckling. “Y’brazen little tart,” he told her, combing his fingers through her hair and tilting her head back to expose more of her neck to be kissed. “And I ne’er proposed to a woman, not even me wife.” He said against her neck, in between nibbles and kisses.

His lips had always been surprisingly soft and that contrast with his beard and mustache had always raised goosebumps on Elizabeth’s skin. She hoped he’d continue this for awhile to come. “How did she become your wife, then?”

“Told me she were with child,” his tongue flicked out against the white skin of her throat. “I asked if it were mine, she slapped me, and next I knew, we be facin’ her father, the parson.” Elizabeth’s laughter reverberated against his lips, making him laugh as well.

“She slapped you?” Elizabeth still laughed, imagining how that might have looked and surprised to hear something like that of the Captain. She’d always seen being slapped by a woman as more Jack’s plight in life. She lowered her head to kiss him. “Why made you question her? Was there some chance a Parson’s daughter actually knew more than one lover?”

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck and began trailing kisses along the line of his beard. “None,” Barbossa smiled fondly, remembering those days of courting…well, perhaps ‘courting’ was putting it loosely, but those days of being with Graciella prior to their marriage, how he’d loved her, and how she’d loved him, and what that love had made him need from her, and what it had emboldened her to give. “Were shocked when she said so, couldn’t believe that a woman like her were goin’ to have me child.”

Elizabeth stopped her ministrations and looked at him, so adoringly, smoothing his long red hair away from his face. It wasn’t out of want to shun his responsibility that had made him question his own child’s paternity, but instead a feeling of unworthiness to be having such a gift bestowed upon him from such a woman. That knowledge stirred so many things within her, but all that would come out was, “I love you.” And she pushed him onto his back, getting above him, so in need to pleasure him again.

She straddled him, her knees on either side of his waist as they kissed, her nightdress falling against his chest and allowing him to see her breasts down through the front of it, but he forced himself not to fixate. Elizabeth kissed down his neck now, brushing his skin with her supple lips, sometimes sucking it between them gently. She worked across one broad shoulder, her hands bracing herself on his chest. His arm now fell under her ravishment, every area of his biceps muscle kissed and sucked at before her mouth finally returned to his, tongue alive against his as her hand cupped his jaw. She’d never had any impediment when it came to expressing her want of him, and the younger man inside of him awoke and took him over, ready and able to fulfill her desires, cock straining towards her body, muscles taut, his blood racing and heart pounding. This had such potential to become dangerous, kissing her like this, letting her touch him the way she was, but Barbossa remained strong, would let her kiss and feel and play with his body for a bit longer if she desired to, laying rigidly beneath her as she worshipped every one of her favorite parts of him, save for one. “Careful,” he whispered in warning as her mouth left his to press to his chest as she moved down his body, winding such sweet tension and want within him. He’d have to stop her soon, though he’d hate to, but he knew he wouldn’t last through this. “Y’know I could still hurt yeh.”

Her mouth closed over his nipple and the Captain groaned sharply, sitting up against her with a gasp, one hand over the back of her head to keep her there, and the other pushing at her shoulder to tear her away. Elizabeth raised her head and smiled now feeling the shape of his hard cock at the back of her thigh. “You wouldn’t hurt me, Captain.” She purred to him, running her fingers through the red hair on his chest. She’d wanted many times to run her hands over his body, whether to soothe him with a good rub down, or only to satiate the need she held to caress and kiss his skin, muscle and power, but the Captain would always cut her explorations short, not allowing her hands or mouth to know the expanse of his form. She wanted that now; if she couldn’t have him in full, and their future unions were to be void of that orgasmic enchantment that had always meant so much to her, then why couldn’t she just feel what he was? “It’s been so long since I’ve touched you, just to touch you.” She sat back, trying to trap his cock between her legs, wanting so much to just feel it there again, even if it was yet too soon to rise up, steady his organ with her hand, and sheath it within her. Oh but she was so very tempted to do so…it had been over a month since she’d had him properly, even the thought of his hard organ sliding within her lonely depths made her blood sing. She’d never burned so much for a man. Oh he had to let her touch him; let her savor all of him!

He felt his cock buried in fold after fold of her nightdress, but Elizabeth locked her thighs hard around him, making the head begin to pound with need. It would be good to lie beneath her exploring fingers and lips again; such had become somewhat of a nightly ritual, her hands always searching his body for some new point of pleasure. Besides, part of him felt as though he owed her something, for when next they made love, it would be void of the moment she was want to lose herself to, but Barbossa knew his weaknesses, and her touch was one of them. Even now as her lips and fingers played at his chest, he felt his resolve beginning to crumble, and his lecherous thoughts began to run rampant. She’d be tighter than last he remembered her being. The first time would be exquisite, he’d get to break her in and make her fit him again, it may not take long to accomplish, but oh how she’d cum as he did, wrapped so neatly around him, her body a quiver and wanting more. And oh how he’d give it, how he’d fuck her, they’d wake the sleeping crew together.

She wore nothing beneath the nightdress; this now went beyond wanting her, he needed her. Barbossa reached down, one hand on Elizabeth’s hip, the other on her thigh and he began to gently lift her…No! What was he doing? His hands quickly fell from her body; it was clear he couldn’t trust himself as much as he thought any longer. But he couldn’t ask her to stop, wanted too much to feel her hands giving every scar, every tattoo, every bulge of muscle admiring attention, kissing and tasting his skin as her hips rocked against his, and let his cock nestle within the layers of soft cotton, though it were a piss poor substitute from her silky quim. But could he keep control of himself? His hands had already migrated to her waist again as she shifted over him; her quim, it was all he wanted. “Mean y’to carry on, take up me belt and bind me hands to the post, for yer protection, dearest.”

Tie him? He’d never suggested so, nor moved to do so, but somehow, Elizabeth had always thought to find herself tied to their bed as he ravished her in such a situation. “Are you certain?”

“Aye,” Barbossa answered, and stretched his arms back above his head against the mattress and clasped his hands together, putting himself willingly into position to be at her mercy and her safety. “Blame Tia Dalma and her doin’s, but I’d have y’lash me down before I’d have y’risk me givin’ in to one desire too many.”

Elizabeth smiled; the thought of having him bound beneath her mixing with the romance of how he wished so very much not to harm her by any accident or circumstance and equating a rush of love and lust that flooded her veins. His belt and baldric hung from the top of the bedpost and she leaned forward to reach for what he’d told her to get, only to feel his cock snap to against the crescent between her thighs, still nestled in the skirt of her nightdress, but her body reacted as though nothing were between them. She couldn’t help but suck in a sudden breath and moan, the Captain doing the same and gave one hint of a thrust against her, his hands and strong arms flinching to grab her again and put her where he most wanted her. She felt the shaft and head of his cock move through the nest of brown curls on her mound, against her skin, just a bit more and he’d be centered in her wet heat. Oh to have him move like that against her once more! He was capable of so much more strength and force, she knew that well, for even when he lay below her, he still managed to dominate her with his power and yearning, pulling her onto him with gripping hands on her hips as he thrust his up against her, arching his back off the bed at times as he fucked her hard and deep from below. She could feel his cock throbbing against her, and couldn’t resist giving it a little hard brush with the cotton-covered tresses it lay against.

Barbossa ground out a growl as he felt himself so close to his latest torment, a beautiful, willing woman in his bed who wanted him, though she herself could not enjoy such things as of yet, knowing he was beyond strong enough to just take her if wished to, all cautions be damned. “The belt, missy.” He reminded her breathlessly.

“You’ll have to show me how.” His upper body was flushed, a light coat of sweat clinging to his chest and limbs and his breath was heavy between parted lips. Did he want her that much? Elizabeth’s skin tingled to think so, her heart pounded to know for sure. She yanked the belt free and quickly threaded the end through the buckle, making a loop to snare the Captain’s hands within, only to have Barbossa sit up suddenly and rip the leather away from her in his haste, twist the loop she’d made in the center and make two separate loops, one for each hand, sticking them through.

“Wrap the slack end between me fists,” he told her, lying back again, arms back behind his head. “Then what’s left around the post, and secured back through the buckle.” It was difficult to be still as she moved above him following his directions, his cock shifted and trapped and rubbed in so many ways by her nightdress and her warm body, a myriad of sensations flooding him. Most of all, he liked how his ring looked upon her finger, it combined with all other sensations growing his desire for sex, for her. “Be sure it’s tight.”

Elizabeth fitted the prong through the last hole in the belt; his body was beautiful beneath her, stretched out in such a manner that showed every striation of muscle in his arms, shoulders and chest. The Captain had said to make it tight, but it looked too tight to her, she’d certainly not appreciate being bound in such a way. “Let me loosen it, it looks to be hurting you.”

She leaned forward over him; his cock now nestled between her abdomen and his, her hard nipples felt through the fabric of her nightdress against his neck and beard. His mouth fell open, nipping at her taut buds as they passed his lips, his blood boiling with the want to fuck her. She was so close, his cock so near to being in her, and she wanted him, he could taste her desire in the air, and it smothered the more rational places of his brain. “No!” He grunted, twisting in his restraints restlessly. “Leave it be.”

His muscles flexed enticingly, her fingers pressing to his biceps and his shoulders, making it difficult to consider anything but how glorious he was in his masculinity. He’d said not to loosen the belt; it must have been alright, for now. Elizabeth leaned down and kissed him, both her hands on his face, lifting his to hers a bit. “You’ll say so if it becomes too constricting?” She wanted to look at him as he answered, make him promise, but her head dipped to his neck and she kissed him there several times.

“It be too constrictin’ now.” He moaned to her, tilting his head back to let her kiss more of his throat. Her mouth was so sweet and slippery on his skin, raising his need for her further and making him once again challenge the ties that bound him, yanking at them fiercely when she moved to his chest again, but the leather held firm. “That be the idea.”

She kissed him from one broad shoulder to the other, then down over his heart, over the names that she was now trusted enough to know the story behind, the very ink that once had served to make her so very curious and jealous now strengthening the closeness she felt with him. There would always be that, even if it wasn’t as visceral and primal as feeling him deep within her when his world combusted. And he’d let her, no, insisted that, she tie him beneath her, gave over to her completely, that in itself awoke some feeling of holding him within her, even if she didn’t. But besting them both was his ring, on her finger, his promise to her that they would always be closer to one another than they were to anything or anyone else. How could she say that any physical sensation was more sacred than that? She couldn’t, and yet the thought alone sent such a surge of want and desire for him through her that she kissed him deeply, drawing his tongue into her mouth and sucking it as one hand found his hard nipple, pinching and pulling at it, her other hand firmly grasping his cock, stroking it up and down, squeezing gently until his organ thrashed in her grip, the opening in the head spasming wide and narrow. The Captain growled, jerked so hard on the belt that the bed shook, tried to sit up against her, but could not.

It was maddening not being able to put his hands on her and the animal in him wished he’d never suggested being tied down. Had he not been he’d have knocked her to her back and been fucking her hard and fast at this moment, he could almost feel it as his chest heaved against Elizabeth’s and once again he was glad he wasn’t able to touch her. But could he truly withstand this? Being only able to twist and thrash beneath her, not even free enough to kiss her should he wish to as she touched him and kissed him wherever it gave her pleasure to do so. He could thrust into her hand a bit, and was glad for that, the pressure enclosing his cock was perfect, as snug as he’d imagined her channel would be when he took her finally, and the rhythm of her pumping hand stirring his back to arch and his balls to draw tight up against his body. Every sensation was exaggerated now, her body felt hot against his, the feel of her wet tongue twisting around his nipple such a pleasant fire and his entire being alive with the stroking of her hand on his cock. He fought the leather that bound him, his flexed arms and shoulders putting constant tension on the belt now. “More,” he growled to her, absolutely out of breath, not able to move with her enough, or encourage her where he wanted her. “More!”

His trembling strength beneath her was awesome, perspiration making every sinew glow beneath his skin, his head tossed back, chest thrust upwards and his pelvis bucking against hers, his cock now stabbing into her hand rapidly as his body jerked below her, making her ride him. Her body responded, moving back against him with the strokes of her hand, knowing she wasn’t yet supposed to experience any great mass of tensions to be released, but not able to help it. She felt every little crease and crinkle of pink between her legs more wet than it had been in weeks, and her sheath opened, lengthened ready to take him and wanting to convulse around him. She now wished his hands weren’t tied, would have loved to have his fingers working her nipples and squeezing her breasts, then sinking lower. Her own hand moved to the button placket of her nightdress, quickly undoing several of the buttons and letting the cotton gown slip down around her trim waist, then leaned over the Captain again, stroking his cock faster as she guided one hardened nipple to the warm wetness of his mouth.

Barbossa could feel that Elizabeth moved with him now, and some part of him registered that he should stop her, that it was too soon for her body to be put to such rigors as she attempted to reach, but he could do nothing now except for lay beneath her, tugging at his restraints and thrust into her stroking hand. And then he felt her lean over him, felt her breast upon his chin, his mouth immediately opening to suck in her stiff peak as it grazed his lip, heard her moan and pull at his cock faster. Every woman had her own scent, her own taste, and for Elizabeth it was that of cinnamon, spicy and warm whenever he kissed her, sucked at her skin, or bent his head between her thighs. Her quim…he bit the peak of flesh in his mouth, making her jump and gasp in pleasure, tried to raise his arms to grab her to him, throw her to her back and mount her, but once more he was impeded from doing so.

He could feel his cockhead slick with secretions, the pressure rising within his balls and his shaft, his abdomen tight with it, his spine, legs and arms as well. God how he wanted her, it had never been this difficult to fight his urges before, and being bound was beginning to be more than just an annoyance. He wanted Elizabeth, wanted her body clinging to his, wanted her slippery, narrow channel milking him to his point, swallowing him as she came beneath him. His senses were flooded with her, the taste of her skin, the feel of her moving against him, her legs tensing, holding onto him as she straddled him, her heart pounding between her pretty breasts above his hungry mouth, and her hand, coaxing forth his climax, squeezing, stroking, rubbing just the right place to send flames of desire up his spine and bring him near bursting; there was no more fighting it, he had to have her!

He was now like the ocean in a storm beneath her, managing to somehow rise against her and toss her about on him, Elizabeth so enjoying how strong he was that she pressed herself closer, rubbed his cock faster and buried her breasts into his chest hair as her nipple slipped from his mouth. He’d be in her right now if it weren’t for the belt, and she’d be getting it good and hard from him too; why couldn’t her body be ready now? And then the Captain growled, like he did when engaged with an enemy, a deep, roar-like noise that was ground out between clenched teeth as every striation in his body stiffened and pulled against the leather strap that held him. The leather hissed as it was forced to stretch, the wood of the bedpost groaned, but remained stalwart; a sharp, loud snap was next, and Elizabeth was rolled by some violent, giant wave, opening her eyes to find herself on her back, and the Captain above her, what remained of the belt still tangled around one of his wrists as he covered her skin with vicious kisses and pushed her legs further apart. He’d broken free; his desire for her was so strong, he’d broken free! Was that in itself not carnally divine?

“You do want it, don’t you?” Elizabeth gasped to him as he positioned her legs, raising them where he liked them, clutching a handful of her nightdress and lifting it up to her waist. She could see his erection now, full and fierce, the tip gorged with blood; he hadn’t been that hard and big in quite awhile. It was too soon, but she didn’t care. “Take it! It’s only two days, please take it!”

Two more days! Barbossa let her legs drop immediately, his head and shoulders hunching forward with a loud groaning sigh. How had he gotten above her? What became of the belt? Had Elizabeth in some great passion loosed him from his stays? Oh…no…torn leather dangled now from around his hand, he was still not quite accustomed to being as strong as he was thirty years ago. Had Elizabeth not said anything…but it was good that she had, who knew the damage he may have caused. “Tis two days too soon.” He gasped, but was so in need of relief, began to pull the skirt of her nightdress down again and lean his throbbing cock into it. Her hand wouldn’t do now, neither would her mouth, he had to fuck something.

“Captain, please!” What was he doing? He’d fought his way free to have her, and now he changed his mind? No! All that wonderful strength and pent up energy, and that beautiful aroused scepter jutting up from between his strong thighs…going to waste? She sat up and tried to pull her nightdress above her hips again, getting into a tug of war with the Captain. He ripped the cotton from her hands and pulled it down, and so she grabbed his arm, trying to pull him forward and against her. “You can’t wait any longer, neither can I!”

“Won’t hurt yeh!” He ground out, burying his cock into the mound of cotton just above the hot, slick place he longed to be, and thrust forward sharply with a heavy grunt. The feeling was epically lackluster when compared to how the liquid velvet of her sheath would have felt, but his body was too enraged with the want to cum for it matter.

The pleasure that had been slowly creeping to a head had been cut short now, and all Elizabeth could do was lie there and enjoy knowing that the Captain would at least be satisfied in some meager way. Two more days…how unfair…she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, to feel him thrusting not just at her, but into her. She closed her eyes and began to imagine it, but no matter what, all she felt was his hard, heavy organ burrowing into fabric near the bend of her thigh. It was such an incomplete feeling. But not for much longer…she so wanted the next forty-eight hours to pass quickly. “What will you do to me in two more days?”

Barbossa thrust madly, the cotton surrounding his cock pitifully dry and nothing like the wondrous combination of softness and firmness her body was, but yet the material provided enough friction to fuel his approaching release. Close, he was so close! Her quim, he tried to imagine it. What would he do to her in two more days? “Fuck yeh,” he growled through his teeth. “Harder than any man ever has, and harder than any whore’s ever taken!” The very thought of doing so, and how she’d respond as he did, pulled the trigger, and with a deep shivering rumble, he came, jamming himself as much into the skirt of her nightdress as he could, holding there, unable to breathe as spurt after spurt of semen finally left his body.

There was that same tremble, that same satisfied breath and the same chaos of pleasure Elizabeth loved to feel from him, but it was nothing like holding him inside her. And yet, feeling him above her, feeling his body thrusting against hers again made Elizabeth want him more, and she needed him to give her something, just one little slip of his finger between her legs! “Touch me,” she whispered as the Captain’s body quieted and he fought to catch his breath. She could feel the heat of his semen against her leg through the cotton of her nightdress, it made her shiver with delight, the closest thing to having him cumming deep she was likely to ever know again. How unfortunate. Yes, she needed him, he had to give her that one thing. She looked up at him, laying her left hand, the one wearing his ring, on his cheek. “Touch me, Captain. Please.”

His heart still pounded, but he was calm, able to hear and understand her as he pulled himself from the now sticky mound of cotton. Touch her? He’d ached to touch her for weeks now! He’d been so careful, not allowing himself to touch her body anywhere other than to kiss her or fondle her breasts whenever a lustful moment came upon them. But touch her quim? No, there would have been no return from that, he’d have lost all control of himself had he felt her warm, wet, ripe wantonness beneath his fingers. But what about now? He’d just cum, his body was too tired to take her, no matter how ready and willing she’d feel to his touch. “Can’t be much,” he warned her as he drew his hand down between her legs, hoping he’d be able to keep his mouth off of her once he felt how wonderful she would be to taste.

“I know my limitations, Captain.” Elizabeth half moaned in anticipation, laying her head back and closing her eyes. “Just touch me, if only once.”

Barbossa smiled, looking forward to giving her this bit of miniscule pleasure, and lay his finger against one of her outer lips, Elizabeth gasping and shivering immediately. He pulled back, afraid of the effect his touch might have on her. “Breathe,” he reminded her softly, and she did, taking a deep breath and coming back from that edge again. Once more he touched her, tracing each of her labia and then slowly working to her center, below her clitoris, but not touching it. She was so wet, wanted him so very much, would have felt heavenly around him and been more delicious than one of his apples on his tongue. No! Just touch her.

Elizabeth moaned softly, shifted a bit, but held herself in check, just let herself enjoy the tender touches he gave her, letting them further prime her for what they’d finally be able to give one another in two more days. He’d always known just how to touch this part of her, when to be rough, when to be gentle, and now, when and how not to be too provocative, merely letting her body know he cared for it. And then she felt something she hadn’t expected that made her body twitch excitedly; the tip of his finger poked gently inside her, just barely inside her, feeling so much more huge than she remembered, and slowly outlined the shape of her slick opening, before the Captain sighed heavily, wishfully, and withdrew his fingertip from her warmth, sitting up away from her, clearly too tempted. Elizabeth opened her eyes and smiled at him though, it had been all she could’ve have taken at the moment. “Thank you.”

“Long to give y’more.” Barbossa answered, looking guiltily away from her eyes, for he’d had difficulty reconciling how he was the only one to continuously find satisfaction between them. Two more days, he told himself again, just two more days.

Elizabeth sat up, still smiling, and threw her arms around him, kissing him. “I know you do,” she said, and then wrapped her hand around his, taking a moment to straighten his ring on her finger, and sighed happily as she looked at. He was going to marry her, whether he’d asked, or not. She pulled the destroyed leather free of his wrist and sighed; had a man ever wanted a woman more than the Captain wanted her? Such a man! “And I believe I now owe you a new belt.”