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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
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Adult ++
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6
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Five
Five
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Their crystalline moment of revelation was shattered though, with the sudden sound of a shawm being tested. It was joined by a viol de gamba and a serpent, and soon these instruments were making loud enough music to inspire anyone in the neighborhood to dance. Jack took Elizabeth’s hands and led her around the deck, stopping when any group of sailors stepped forward offering their congratulations, then moving on to the next group as the ones behind began to dance too. Soon they’d circled the deck, everyone was dancing in pairs or threes, arms linked and feet flying, as Jack once again lifted her up into a swirling finish, and again lowering her gently against his body. “Do ye know what day this is, luv? Aside from me weddin’ day? It’s the summer solstice, the longest day of the year.” Holding her tightly to his chest, Jack swallowed hard, and said, “Lizzie, I want you. I want to make you mine. Will you come with me, into my cabin, now?”
She looked into the deep brown velvet eyes before her and said only ,“Yes.”
Jack’s hands were shaking. He had never felt like this before with any of the countless women he had bedded. Even his first sexual encounter as a raw teen had been easier, for this was Elizabeth. The nights he had dreamed of her, wanting her, imagining her in his arms and his bed, never allowing the smallest hope his dreams would become real----, and yet, here she was, in his arms, smiling back at him, kissing him and gently tracing the curve of his cheek, her fingers on his neck and collarbone. She was bewitching him, and he was scared to death.
He swallowed hard as he asked, “Luv, do you know what happens ‘tween a man and a woman once they’re wed?”
“Jack, my mother raised and bred horses, and I saw everything. Yes, I know what happens.”
Jack had to cough at that one, but managed to say, “That was horses, luv, and it’s very different for people.”
“Then, Jack, as my husband, wouldn’t you like to show me what happens?” as she traced the outer border of his ear.
He used his hands like feathers, finding the soft lines of her cheeks, running his fingers back around her neck and holding her face as though it were a treasure unearthed from King Solomon’s Mines. “I’d be honored, milady,” moving to untie the ribbons holding her hat, which came loose, and her hair tumbled around her shoulders. The soft kiss he brushed across her jaw and onto her ear made her draw in a halting breath, and when he caught the dainty lobe between his teeth, she moaned. Her hands fluttered uselessly for a moment, and he caught them with a kiss on the tips, “Darlin’, if ye like wot I do to ye, then I’ll like it as well, you kin be sure o’ that,” and he left a trail of kisses down her neck to the shoulder. His hands were on the ties of the dress, and soon the pretty cream-colored garment lay on the floor. The lacy chemise was thin as paper, and Jack stepped back to feast his eyes. Elizabeth returned the look, and saying, “I liked that, Jack. I liked you undressing me, so…” she untied the sash, and unbuckled a belt, letting them fall to the floor. The baldric and sword were next, and the pistol carefully lain to the side.
Jack hooked his fingers under the straps of the chemise, and pulled up, making Elizabeth raise her arms. Lifting it over her head, he dropped it, and as the chemise fluttered down, Jack gently traced her collarbone and down the center of her chest, before reverently cupping a breast in his hand. His thumb found the nipple and carefully massaged it. Elizabeth’s eyes were closed and her head thrown back, so Jack availed himself of the glory of her throat. Her hands settled on his shoulders, and she found the edges of the collar, working her hands in to trail along his collarbone, meeting where the shirt opened down the front. She gathered some fabric in her hands, and Jack cooperated by raising his arms, as the shirt was removed. Her hands crept down his chest, over the tattoos and scars there, circling the two bullet holes worshipfully, and looking up as she did.
“Not to worry, luv. What pain was there is long gone now. But I have another ache, luv, that I wish ye’d attend” and he pulled her hips against his. She felt a hard bulge against her belly, in his breeches, and her gaze still locked on his, moved her hands down to investigate. She rubbed her palms over the hard length, saying, “I want to see.” The tie belt was done in an instant, and the breeches shucked off a second later. His eager penis stood forth, and Elizabeth rubbed her hands over it. Jack sucked in a shuddering breath, and closed his eyes with a grimace. She continued her exploration, “ it’s like marble covered in velvet, Jack. It’s so soft and yet so hard—and you like this, don’t you?”
“Oh God, Lizzie. I can’t..aagghh…” stepping out of his breeches, and scooping her into his arms he took her to the bed, following her down onto the covers and laying alongside. The kiss that happened there was deep and powerful, his tongue exploring her mouth and stroking the roof in gentle waves. When they broke apart, Lizzie was breathing hard, and could only stare at him as she reached once again for that miraculous part of him she’d always wondered about. Jack returned the favor by placing his hand on the nest of curls between her legs, and found the right spot immediately, rubbing circles around it. This made Elizabeth buck her hips up from the bed and pant, “How did you know? That’s it—the place I, ahhh, ..ah…aaahhhhhhh” as she collapsed in bliss and ecstasy. She was floating in a place she’d only approached before during her younger explorations, and Jack had led her there.
Jack gently kissed her belly and moving up took a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. This caught her attention, and she gave a lazy smile, mumbling “I’ve never felt that before—thank you, my love.” He licked the other nipple and then moved between her legs, saying “do you trust me, luv?” “Of course, Jack.”
“Then, I’m gonna do somfin ye never heard of, most likely.” And he reached for a cup on the shelf by the bed. Elizabeth looked as he took out a piece of sponge, dripping rum. “I’m gonna put this in you so we don’t start a baby there tonight.” She leaned up on her elbows “What? What is it?”
“It’s something I learned long ago, and hope you agree. This piece of sponge will catch me seed when I spill it in you, and I won’t get you with child tonight.” She frowned, “But Jack, I want a baby!” “Now?” “No, some day. “ “Well then, someday we’ll have one, but not yet.”
And he began to massage her clitoris again with his fingers while with the other hand pushed the sponge into her passage. He expected to feel a barrier, but none prevented the complete insertion of the sponge, and his successful distraction had made Elizabeth relaxed enough to not be bothered by it.
“Luv, raise your knees up a bit,”. With that he took his penis in his hand and rubbing it along her soft folds, looked into her eyes, saying, “Lizzie? This may hurt, just this first time, but I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
“Oh yes Jack. Please…..” and kept her gaze on his as he entered her slowly, carefully, almost reverently. The stretching, and the filling caused small frissons to pulse across her belly, and the feeling was wonderful. Jack held himself as steady as he could, and said a silent prayer of thanks for his many lessons in the art of love, begging for the ability to control himself this time. They lay still, eyes locked on the other, soft gentle kisses traded. “Lizzie? Are you….?” “Jack, please….” and she tightened her legs around his hips. He gave a hoarse cry and began to withdraw and reenter, pumping with strong, sure thrusts of his arse. She answered him with thrusts of her own, and ran her fingers down his back to grasp his buttocks. That was it for Jack, as she squeezed. Feeling her silky soft passage become drenched with her fluids, Jack’s cock exploded inside her, pulsing his own fluids deep into her belly.
They lay together, not moving, only breathing, lost in a world they had found together. Then Jack rolled to the side, and gathered her into his arms, their legs still twined together. His breathing gradually returned to normal, and he could tell that Elizabeth had slipped in a light slumber without another murmur. He closed his eyes, and hoped he never woke up from this wonderful dream, the best one he’d ever had.
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Their crystalline moment of revelation was shattered though, with the sudden sound of a shawm being tested. It was joined by a viol de gamba and a serpent, and soon these instruments were making loud enough music to inspire anyone in the neighborhood to dance. Jack took Elizabeth’s hands and led her around the deck, stopping when any group of sailors stepped forward offering their congratulations, then moving on to the next group as the ones behind began to dance too. Soon they’d circled the deck, everyone was dancing in pairs or threes, arms linked and feet flying, as Jack once again lifted her up into a swirling finish, and again lowering her gently against his body. “Do ye know what day this is, luv? Aside from me weddin’ day? It’s the summer solstice, the longest day of the year.” Holding her tightly to his chest, Jack swallowed hard, and said, “Lizzie, I want you. I want to make you mine. Will you come with me, into my cabin, now?”
She looked into the deep brown velvet eyes before her and said only ,“Yes.”
Jack’s hands were shaking. He had never felt like this before with any of the countless women he had bedded. Even his first sexual encounter as a raw teen had been easier, for this was Elizabeth. The nights he had dreamed of her, wanting her, imagining her in his arms and his bed, never allowing the smallest hope his dreams would become real----, and yet, here she was, in his arms, smiling back at him, kissing him and gently tracing the curve of his cheek, her fingers on his neck and collarbone. She was bewitching him, and he was scared to death.
He swallowed hard as he asked, “Luv, do you know what happens ‘tween a man and a woman once they’re wed?”
“Jack, my mother raised and bred horses, and I saw everything. Yes, I know what happens.”
Jack had to cough at that one, but managed to say, “That was horses, luv, and it’s very different for people.”
“Then, Jack, as my husband, wouldn’t you like to show me what happens?” as she traced the outer border of his ear.
He used his hands like feathers, finding the soft lines of her cheeks, running his fingers back around her neck and holding her face as though it were a treasure unearthed from King Solomon’s Mines. “I’d be honored, milady,” moving to untie the ribbons holding her hat, which came loose, and her hair tumbled around her shoulders. The soft kiss he brushed across her jaw and onto her ear made her draw in a halting breath, and when he caught the dainty lobe between his teeth, she moaned. Her hands fluttered uselessly for a moment, and he caught them with a kiss on the tips, “Darlin’, if ye like wot I do to ye, then I’ll like it as well, you kin be sure o’ that,” and he left a trail of kisses down her neck to the shoulder. His hands were on the ties of the dress, and soon the pretty cream-colored garment lay on the floor. The lacy chemise was thin as paper, and Jack stepped back to feast his eyes. Elizabeth returned the look, and saying, “I liked that, Jack. I liked you undressing me, so…” she untied the sash, and unbuckled a belt, letting them fall to the floor. The baldric and sword were next, and the pistol carefully lain to the side.
Jack hooked his fingers under the straps of the chemise, and pulled up, making Elizabeth raise her arms. Lifting it over her head, he dropped it, and as the chemise fluttered down, Jack gently traced her collarbone and down the center of her chest, before reverently cupping a breast in his hand. His thumb found the nipple and carefully massaged it. Elizabeth’s eyes were closed and her head thrown back, so Jack availed himself of the glory of her throat. Her hands settled on his shoulders, and she found the edges of the collar, working her hands in to trail along his collarbone, meeting where the shirt opened down the front. She gathered some fabric in her hands, and Jack cooperated by raising his arms, as the shirt was removed. Her hands crept down his chest, over the tattoos and scars there, circling the two bullet holes worshipfully, and looking up as she did.
“Not to worry, luv. What pain was there is long gone now. But I have another ache, luv, that I wish ye’d attend” and he pulled her hips against his. She felt a hard bulge against her belly, in his breeches, and her gaze still locked on his, moved her hands down to investigate. She rubbed her palms over the hard length, saying, “I want to see.” The tie belt was done in an instant, and the breeches shucked off a second later. His eager penis stood forth, and Elizabeth rubbed her hands over it. Jack sucked in a shuddering breath, and closed his eyes with a grimace. She continued her exploration, “ it’s like marble covered in velvet, Jack. It’s so soft and yet so hard—and you like this, don’t you?”
“Oh God, Lizzie. I can’t..aagghh…” stepping out of his breeches, and scooping her into his arms he took her to the bed, following her down onto the covers and laying alongside. The kiss that happened there was deep and powerful, his tongue exploring her mouth and stroking the roof in gentle waves. When they broke apart, Lizzie was breathing hard, and could only stare at him as she reached once again for that miraculous part of him she’d always wondered about. Jack returned the favor by placing his hand on the nest of curls between her legs, and found the right spot immediately, rubbing circles around it. This made Elizabeth buck her hips up from the bed and pant, “How did you know? That’s it—the place I, ahhh, ..ah…aaahhhhhhh” as she collapsed in bliss and ecstasy. She was floating in a place she’d only approached before during her younger explorations, and Jack had led her there.
Jack gently kissed her belly and moving up took a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. This caught her attention, and she gave a lazy smile, mumbling “I’ve never felt that before—thank you, my love.” He licked the other nipple and then moved between her legs, saying “do you trust me, luv?” “Of course, Jack.”
“Then, I’m gonna do somfin ye never heard of, most likely.” And he reached for a cup on the shelf by the bed. Elizabeth looked as he took out a piece of sponge, dripping rum. “I’m gonna put this in you so we don’t start a baby there tonight.” She leaned up on her elbows “What? What is it?”
“It’s something I learned long ago, and hope you agree. This piece of sponge will catch me seed when I spill it in you, and I won’t get you with child tonight.” She frowned, “But Jack, I want a baby!” “Now?” “No, some day. “ “Well then, someday we’ll have one, but not yet.”
And he began to massage her clitoris again with his fingers while with the other hand pushed the sponge into her passage. He expected to feel a barrier, but none prevented the complete insertion of the sponge, and his successful distraction had made Elizabeth relaxed enough to not be bothered by it.
“Luv, raise your knees up a bit,”. With that he took his penis in his hand and rubbing it along her soft folds, looked into her eyes, saying, “Lizzie? This may hurt, just this first time, but I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
“Oh yes Jack. Please…..” and kept her gaze on his as he entered her slowly, carefully, almost reverently. The stretching, and the filling caused small frissons to pulse across her belly, and the feeling was wonderful. Jack held himself as steady as he could, and said a silent prayer of thanks for his many lessons in the art of love, begging for the ability to control himself this time. They lay still, eyes locked on the other, soft gentle kisses traded. “Lizzie? Are you….?” “Jack, please….” and she tightened her legs around his hips. He gave a hoarse cry and began to withdraw and reenter, pumping with strong, sure thrusts of his arse. She answered him with thrusts of her own, and ran her fingers down his back to grasp his buttocks. That was it for Jack, as she squeezed. Feeling her silky soft passage become drenched with her fluids, Jack’s cock exploded inside her, pulsing his own fluids deep into her belly.
They lay together, not moving, only breathing, lost in a world they had found together. Then Jack rolled to the side, and gathered her into his arms, their legs still twined together. His breathing gradually returned to normal, and he could tell that Elizabeth had slipped in a light slumber without another murmur. He closed his eyes, and hoped he never woke up from this wonderful dream, the best one he’d ever had.
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