Unforgivable

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And now 'poor' Jack must face the consequences of his actions........

Elizabeth was in a quandary. Whilst her brain was ordering her to get off this bloody chair, drag that infuriating man out by his dreads and deliver several very hard slaps to his no-doubt smirking face, her body had quite different ideas.

She was trembling with desire, the tremors that would soon engulf her becoming increasingly urgent.

Beneath the desk Jack shifted position. She felt his hair trail across her thighs. Felt him pushing her legs further apart. Then the soft caress of his lips on her upper thigh, the brush of his moustache against her skin.

When the warm wet heat of his tongue stroked lazily across her folds her mouth flew open in a silent scream.

Not being able to see him or touch him while he kissed and licked and sucked at her was too much to bear. The world fell away as her body shook and convulsed in ecstasy. When the exquisite pain began to ease he thrust his tongue inside and sent her reeling back to oblivion again.

It was several minutes – or perhaps days – before Elizabeth felt able to move. Her body felt leaden as she pushed the chair back and staggered on shaking legs to throw herself face down on the bunk. When she felt him sink down beside her she groaned.

“Don’t think this means I forgive you!” she mumbled drowsily. “In a minute I’m going to get up and throttle you…..in just… a few…. minutes….”

Jack chuckled comfortably,and reached up to brush the damp hair away from her cheek.

His touch was tender and very gentle and she gave into it, sighing with pleasure. When his fingers found hers she smiled, thinking how romantic he was being.

Then he dropped her hand pointedly onto the very impressive bulge beween his thighs.

Elizabeth raised her head to find him smiling hopefully.

“Please luv?”

“No!”

“Please!”

“No Jack!” She pulled the hand away again and closed her eyes, determind not to see his beseeching expression.

He heaved a sigh.

“Move over then!”

Grumbling, she obliged, then opened her eyes again as she felt him fidgeting
.
He was watching her as he fumbled with the fastenings of his breeches, pulling himself free.

“Jack! I said no!”

He shrugged. “I heard. But look.”

Despite herself Elizabeth looked. He was rock hard, the tip glistening with moisture.

"I'm too far gone luv. Want you too much. Need to come. And if you won’t help – I’ll hav’ta help meself. Savvy?”

He closed a fist around himself, then gave her a sidelong glance.

“Watch me?”

The expression in his eyes sent a shiver through her.

She nodded.

He smiled, then threw back his head and moaned as he began to move his hand slowly up and down with strong, hard strokes.

Elizabeth snuggled closer and watched, fascinated, as he worked on himself. His breath quickened and he moved restlessly, his hips thrusting rhythmically as he increased the pace. She felt her own breath quicken at the sight of him so open and vulnerable before her, his face tense with pleasure.

Suddenly the need to be more than observer was too much to resist. She curled her fingers into the opening of his shirt, tugged it to one side and bent her head to kiss and suck at his nipple.

Jack’s head thrashed restlessly from side to side, his free hand coming up to clutch at her hair.

“More!” he growled throatily. “Touch me!”

Elizabeth had thought herself completely sated, but the sound and sight of him in this state was intoxicating. He was holding himself still, shaking with the effort, and when she reached down to run her fingers delicately around the rim his eyes closed and he moaned with pleasure.

A few moments of her touch was all he could take and he shoved her hand away, jaw clenched and body stiff as he fought for control of himself.

Several deep breaths later he opened his eyes.

“Kneel here, he gasped, spreading his legs wide and pointing between them. Elizabeth obeyed, wondering what he planned.

“But Jack…how can you..how will you get inside like this?”

He shook his head.

“Too close….It’ll be over….. as soon as I’m in yer…too risky..”

Then he pulled her forward so that he was nudging the junction of her thighs.

She looked at him. He read the understanding in her eyes and pushed himself forward, creating delicious friction as he slid across her folds.

Elizabeth clenched her thighs around him and moaned at the incredible sensations his movements were causing her. But she knew that she would not have long to enjoy it. His hips were pumping more and more frantically, his groans getting louder and more desperate with every thrust.

Suddenly his back arched off the bed and he was spasming between her legs, shooting deliciously hot spurts of warmth against her folds, drenching her with his release.

When he finally flopped back on the mattress, gulping for air, she carefully lowered herself down and lay against his chest, reveling in the feel of his sweat-soaked shirt against her skin and the sticky warmth running between her thighs.

He wrapped his arms around her and they lay for a while in silence as their breathing slowed to normal and their racing heartbeats eased.

Elizabeth was just thinking how much more she loved a silent Jack, when he murmured,

“Lizzie my love?”

“Mmmmm?”

“Are we square? Even, as it were?”

She frowned, considering the matter.

“I suppose so. For now, at least.”

“Oh good.”

A pause, then, “Well can ye get off me chest then? I can’t bloody breathe!”

“Oh!” she rolled off and glared at his smirking face. When she slipped both hands around his neck the smirk faltered a little.

“Now you know you don’t want to be doin’ that luv!” he told her hopefully.

“Oh yes I do!” she assured him, then bent her head and brushed her lips against his.

He pulled her hands away from his throat and claimed her mouth in a long, lazy kiss that expressed all the feelings neither were ready to voice. Finally he broke away and smiled.

“Hav’ta get back to work luv!” he told her regretfully.

She grinned at him. “Go on then, Captain Sparrow!”

He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, bending to fasten his breeches – then stopped.

“Bugger it!”

“What?”

“Look!”

Elizabeth peered over his shoulder to see what the problem was – and couldn’t repress a grin.

The sticky warmth she’d felt running down her thighs was now smeared liberally across the front of his breeches.

“Look what you did!” he huffed.

“Hah! What you did, you mean! That’s your mess!”

“You bloody well got me in the state that made me make it in the first place, Miss Swann, meaning the blame lies entirely with you…..”

He scowled at her but his eyes shone with remembered pleasure.

“Never mind!” she giggled. “I’ll find you another pair.”

Grumbling, he tugged off boots and breeches and stood sighing impatiently while she searched.

Finally she found some and dropped them at his feet. When he bent to pick them up Elizabeth couldn’t resist. She placed both hands on his naked rear and squeezed.

“Oi!”

As he straightened up she slipped her hands around his waist and pressed against him, savouring the feel of his warm flesh on hers. Her fingers stroked gently across his belly and he sighed.

“Keep that up, luv, and I’ll havta punish you for keepin’ the Captain from his duties!”

Regretfully she pulled away and he turned to face her, pulling her back into his arms to kiss her very thoroughly.

This time it was her who pulled away, giving him a teasing smile.

“Get dressed! You’re insatiable Captain!” she told him, and he grinned proudly.

By the time she had put on her own breeches and boots he was fully dressed and moving towards the door.

Captain Sparrow?”

“Yes luv?”

“About the rum thing…..Have you forgiven me yet?”

Jack narrowed his eyes and considered the matter for a moment.

“Nay luv.” He grinned laviously. “An’ I probably never will!”

“So there’ll be plenty more……punishment…… to come?”

“Plenty more!”

“Oh good!” she purred, and his golden-toothed grin was full of promise