In The Nick Of Time

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Oh, she could finally feel him! He was still drenched from the storm, so was she, but the word “wife” left Jack’s mouth and they were suddenly in his upturned cabin, undressing each other. Elizabeth’s hands roamed Jack’s chest and back within his shirt as if she were trying to rub his skin more tan than it was. He was so much more strapping than she would have ever guessed, for there was not a part of him that didn’t ripple with muscle. His body was hot with the urgency that fueled them both, his hungry mouth upon her neck, kissing, licking, sucking, sometimes biting. She’d felt that beard moving against her skin so many times in her dreams, but now it was real, the prickliness of it making her want him closer, making her feel like she’d die unless he penetrated her.

Jack shifted until his shirt dropped completely away from one shoulder, and he felt Elizabeth push it off of his body. He’d never had a woman touch him so much and with so much fervor, her fingernails even scraped his skin, and the sensation made him growl. He put one knee between her legs, only to have her move heatedly against it though they both were still mostly clothed.

“Slow down, darlin’,” he whispered, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing it lightly through her dress.

Elizabeth moaned and kissed him, tracing his lips with her tongue. “You and I have been moving too slowly since the moment we met, Jack!”

Her eyes were dilated, her white skin flushed pink and her breathing rapid. She was beautiful, the most seductive thing Jack had ever known. “Well,” he smiled at her. “If’n that’s the way ye feel…” he kissed her deeply again and tugged her dress down her shoulders, frantically working on her chemise next, wanting, needing to see her breasts.

“Oh, Jack, touch me!” Elizabeth moaned, feeling his fingers pry inside her underpinnings. “I don’t wish to have a spot on my body that you haven’t touched!”

Jack’s body responded to her outcry in the masculine way it was meant to. He groaned and felt his member throb, had to stop momentarily, take a deep breath, get himself focused before this encounter ended too soon. “Ye seriously need to stop sayin’ things like that, love.” He smirked at her, under control again, and kissed her, and slid her chemise off her shoulders.

Elizabeth felt cool air embrace her still wet breasts, her nipples hard with her arousal and the chill. She’d expected Jack to just dive into her then, sucking and licking and whatever men liked to do with breasts, but all she felt was his hand gingerly covering her breast, cradling it, his thumb lightly smoothing around and around her areola. His gentleness shocked her but her made her feel loved, she shoved her breasts up into his hands more and more, her back arching off the mattress and she moaned his name. She’d never had her nipples touched, it felt so good, and Jack knew the perfect amount of pressure to apply to them with his fingers.

“Elizabeth, yer beautiful!” He whispered to her, moving up her body a bit more, and before she could respond, he lowered his head to her chest and softly kissed one of her pink peaks, gradually curling his tongue around it and sucking it into his hot mouth.

All Elizabeth could do was gasp at the exquisiteness of the feeling and hold his head to the place from where these delicious sensations came. This sent such a tingle through her, to places where she’d never felt anything before. There was a rush of warmness between her thighs and Jack hadn’t even touched her there yet. Oh but she wanted him too, wanted to have him inside her, filling the void she could now feel expanding within herself. When she’d dreamed of Jack, her mind could form the pictures, but never the sensations, not these sensations! His name must have left her lips a thousand times and though she didn’t realize it, her hips rose against his and shifted impatiently back and forth on the mattress. Oh, how much longer would he make her endure this?

It had been so long since Jack had been with a woman who wanted him, and not because he’d paid her to. A year ago he would have said that love only complicated things unnecessarily, but now, with the way Elizabeth moved beneath him and nudged the outline of his swollen cock with her thigh, he knew he’d been wrong. Every touch excited her, she was like a flowing current, wild and wanton, as hungry for the taste of his mouth as she was the feel of his body above hers. Fucking her, no, making love to her, would be one of his finest moments, feeling her body around him, accepting him, loving him, would finally put a physical stamp on what they felt for one another emotionally. Oh…is that what sex was supposed to be?

Elizabeth was curious; if it felt so wonderful and made her want Jack so very much when he touched her nipples, what would happen if she touched his? Jack’s body was nearly clamped to hers, but she managed to push her hand between them, noting how his body pulsed under fingers. He was kissing her again, one of his hands at her hip, gathering the wet fabric of her dress and inching it up higher and higher. She tilted her chin downwards so that she could suck at Jack’s neck as their bodies twisted around each other. His skin still tasted of the ocean’s salt and she savored it, allowing the tip of her tongue to graze the outline of his jaw. He moaned her name and arched his back, and her hand quickly claimed his stiff, russet colored nipple, rubbing it as he had hers, then closing her fingers around nub of it and squeezing gently. To her surprise and delight, Jack’s entire body jerked above her and he growled from deep in his throat.

“Yer bringin’ me to me knees, Lizzie!” He breathed, for Jack had gotten used to being the active one, the one who pursued, the one who touched and grabbed, the one who fucked, that to actually have been touched like that, by Elizabeth set him ablaze. His head jerked up and he looked into her eyes in the dark, his body shuddering and the head of his hardness spasmed within his breeches and pushed out a tiny trickle of clear, sticky fluid. God, did she know what she did to him?

“Say ye want me, love.” He asked her breathlessly, his hand now tearing at his belt buckle, ripping his belt loose from it and then deftly unbuttoning his fly with one hand. His erection begged to be freed and begged even more for her body. Jack was glad that Elizabeth moved and writhed the way she did, his patience was wearing thin, he had for so long desired to thrust his hard cock inside of her, to take her, make her feel him and make her love it.

Finally, this was the moment that Elizabeth dreamed of for so long. A man had never looked so enticing. Jack was so striking, so masterful, so sinful as he straddled her, his well-defined chest and chiseled arms flexing, particularly his wired forearms as he fought to quickly release himself. Yes, she wanted to see him, had always wondered, had thought she could feel it through his breeches, but now, there were only a few more buttons between her and Jack’s…sword.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than you, Jack!” She said to him, her eyes hungrily watching his hand.

“I don’t know how easy I can take it, love,” He admitted. “Just warnin’ ye.”

“I don’t care!” She replied, and bit her lip. But, she did care, didn’t she? Perhaps there was one thing she should tell him. After all, what if he was expecting a greatness that only a well-practiced woman could give him. At the risk of reducing his expectations of her, Elizabeth sat up a bit against him and stumblingly said. “Although, I am a virgin.”

“What?” The words hit Jack like the monster wave had hit the Pearl. He suddenly stopped what he’d been doing, his body reeling with the shock. This certainly changed what he had planned, he wasn’t sure he had the skills and patience needed for such a delicate procedure as deflowering was. “But, you married the whelp, love?” He asked, confused. Was Will Turner really a eunuch?

“Jack!” Elizabeth nearly laughed as she sat up more, sensing that the mood was now broken and hoping to quickly re-start it. He wasn’t that disappointed, was he? “How could I accept your proposal if I were already married to Will?”

“Trifles, darlin’, trifles,” Jack responded, willing himself to relax. He had to calm himself, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He eased himself off of her, his cock, that had been trying desperately to climb out from the waistband of his breeches twitching in protest.

“Trifles?” Elizabeth had started to laugh, but then as Jack started to pace the cabin floor as if trying to walk something off, she had a suspicious thought. Jack obviously saw no problem with her being married to one man and also marrying him. Jack also sailed around with a crewman who before turning pirate, had been a priest, Father Caymulhy, whom Jack had said could marry the two of them. Hmmm…”Jack, how many other wives do you have?”

He shot her a puzzled glance. “Other wives?” What the hell was going on? Why did nothing ever seem to go right lately? He’d finally found her, professed his love for her, but ever since then, everything seemed out of control. Perhaps love did complicate things unnecessarily? Well, Jack couldn’t blame the storm on being in love at least. And now she thought he had a harem of wives? Well, okay, he could at least understand why she’d envisioned that one. “Nay, love, I was meanin’ yer a pirate now, we make our own rules.”

“Oh,” Elizabeth sighed in relief and reclined upon his rack a bit more. But Jack still paced uncomfortably. She was worried. What was wrong? “Jack, it’s not that you don’t want me because I’m a virgin, is it?”

He stopped, looked at her and gave her a smile, coming closer to her and taking her hand and kissing it. “Nay, Lizzie, I can assure you it’s not that.” He said, crouching down in front of her and stroking her hair and her cheek, making sure to match her stare so that she wouldn’t feel responsible for why he’d stopped so abruptly. “Ye did nothin’ wrong, yer not the reason I can’t do this, at least, not tonight.”

Elizabeth felt herself huff, her disappointment was heavy and she even felt a bit of anger. She’d wanted this! “But Jack…can’t something be done?” What was she saying? She probably sounded foolish. “Why can’t this happen?”

Jack sighed. How did he explain this to her? Being a virgin, would she understand? What did she know of men to begin with? Well, there was one way to tell her. He got to his feet, still holding her hand and watched her eyes as he brought her palm against his groin, pressing her fingers over the large, long lump that was there, letting her get a good feel of it while he struggled not to lose himself in her touch. He read surprise in her eyes. “This is why.” He said to her, and let her continue to explore him.

Elizabeth was stunned. Under her hand was something that very much reminded her of an ear of corn, or a rolling pin…something round and very thick and very long. “Oh,” she practically whispered, beginning to understand their predicament, but also feeling an intrigue about Jack’s body that was making her heart beat fast. She didn’t want to take her hand from what she felt, she wanted to see it, and touch it for real. She’d never seen a man naked before, and Jack with his handsome face, well-built body and now this…scepter between his thighs made Elizabeth’s curiosity turn to yearning. “Jack,” she began, the pouting nature of her lips driving him mad. “There must be something we can do? Isn’t there?”