PIRATES, CHOCOLAT AND ROCK 'N' ROLL

The intense sound of passion coming from the next room caused Elyse to awake with a jolt... Disoriented, she couldn't believe what was going on just a few feet away from her in the adjoining room. Where the hell was she? The last thing she remembered was discussing the details of the upcoming interview with Will Turner in his suite. They had been sitting on the sofa talking, when Will received an urgent phone call. There was a minor crisis that needed his attention. Will asked Elyse to stay there assuring her that he would return very soon. Elyse agreed. She could use a little break and it would be a good time for her to go over her notes once again. Elyse soon found that the move, the new job and all the excitement had finally caught up with her...she had fallen asleep and now she found herself in an extremely awkward position. Where the hell was Will Turner? She did not like this at all. She had yet to meet Jack Sparrow and she certainly did not wish to meet him under these circumstances. How embarrassing would that be? No...she would crouch down on the sofa and keep deathly quiet until the couple completed their amorous activities. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long. She could see everything they were doing through the French doors which connected the two rooms. Jack and Scarlett were too distracted to notice Elyse who was attempting to divert her eyes elsewhere, but with no success. Elyse was compelled to watch them. She could not take her eyes off of the couple...She could not take her eyes off of him...



"Jack...please.. You are torturing me!" the pretty redhead gasped.



"Yes, luv I am well aware of that fact." Jack chuckled, " I confess...It is my intention to thoroughly torture you, Scarlett." His smile turned wicked as he gave her a wink. "You will be begging for me tonight..Savvy?"



"I've been begging, Jack, come on, let's do this.. now." Scarlett's frustration was becoming apparent.



"Patience luv, It will all be worth it." That naughty smile relaxed on his face as he made his way down her body. Touching her with his luscious full lips, his very skillful tongue, his warm breath and his finger tips, his journey led him down...swirling his tongue over one nipple and then the other, taking pleasure in feeling them harden. down..giving her gentle flicks of his tongue all over her breasts, caressing each one with his fingers. down...feather kisses grazed her abdomen... down...tracing the outline of her sex with his tongue...Pausing..slightly to watch her face. He loved to watch a woman's face while making love. He loved the honesty of their expressions, each one a unique work of art. Jack felt that sex was a feast to be enjoyed, almost a meditation. It had taken years of practice, but now Jack had the ability to delay his own pleasure. He had complete control of his passion and this skill afforded him the opportunity to work all kinds of magic on unsuspecting women. What aroused him more than anything was to relentlessly tease his lovers in to a state of desperation where the only thing that mattered to them was needing and wanting only him at that moment. Hearing their pleas made him feel powerful, like a god. Jack could feel it in his bones when he had left his indelible mark on a woman. More often than not the woman who left his arms would forever compare any sexual encounter with one she had with Jack Sparrow.