Unforgivable

Another chapter for you!!! Hope you enjoy it as much as Jack did......
Hugs and kisses for DP for her encouragment and her Purple Stick of DOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!

The Captain of the Black Pearl strolled along the deck of his ship and pondered on the strangeness of life. His own, in particular.

If someone had told him that the young lass he’d pulled from the sea one long ago, far away day in Port Royal would turn out to be both his murderess and his saviour he’d have thought them madder than he himself was reputed to be.

Yet that self-same lass was here, on his ship, by his side and – he smirked – finally sharing his bunk. He felt a familiar stirring in his groin and rolled his eyes. His body was reacting like a lusty teenage boy’s, hardening at the mere thought of her!

Casting a quick furtive glance to ensure he wasn’t being observed he reached down and gave himself an affectionate squeeze. It didn’t help. He squeezed harder. Nope. That definitely wasn’t helping! This needed – well – dealing with, he decided with a grin, and set off in search of Elizabeth.


Her eyes were closed, face tilted to the wind. This, she supposed, was the closest thing to flying a poor, earthbound creature such as herself could achieve. Up here in the crow’s nest there was nothing but the planks beneath her feet and a wooden rail to protect her from the elements. It was exhilarating.

Once upon a time the Governor’s daughter had been terrified by the very thought of climbing so high. For the pirate captain’s lover it was a place to escape, to dream, to lose herself and become one with the ship and the ocean that carried her…..

Her pleasant reverie was rudely interrupted by the arrival of that same pirate captain.

“Y’know, luv,” he remarked, landing nimbly beside her, “Keeping watch generally works better if you keep your eyes open. Savvy?”

“Really Captain Sparrow? Your wisdom astounds me!”

Jack opened his mouth to reply but she stopped him with a kiss.

“What can I do for you?” she purred. “Or did you climb all the way up here just to impart advice?”

Smirking, he slid his hands down to cup her bottom and pulled her tight against him.

“There’s a little something I need your help with, Miss Swann.”

She thrilled at the rigid shape of him trapped between their bodies, felt the familiar rush of heat to her belly. “Not so little, Mr. Sparrow! I presume my watch is over then? It appears you require my attention in your cabin…”

But he shook his head. “Not necessary.” Stepping back, he took her hand and pressed it firmly against the bulge in his breeches. “Or prudent. This not so little matter is demandin’ your prompt and immediate attention!”

“Here? Now?” She eyed him doubtfully. “Is it safe?”

“Of course! Safe, and….discreet. Just try not to scream me name too loud!”

“Me? Scream?” she murmured, tightening her fingers around him until he groaned.

“You scream louder!” he huffed, and pulled her hand away before she could prove him wrong.

Elizabeth chuckled and moved in for another kiss - but he pulled his head back and frowned at her thoughtfully.

Ebony dark eyes laden with desire held her captive, made her stomach knot with lust.

“Jack?”

A slow smile crept across his face.

“Want to try something different, Lizzie? Want to see if you can really make me scream?”

Intrigued, she nodded and licked her lips.

“It would be my pleasure Captain…”

“Mostly mine, actually!” he breathed, then brushed his lips against her open mouth and plunged his tongue inside.

It was a deep and hungry kiss, a promise of what was to follow, and she answered it greedily, savouring his taste and his heat. By the time he pulled away they were both breathless.

Gently he pushed her down to her knees in front of him, his eyes burning her.

“Let me free, luv.”

She obeyed, loosening ties and buttons until he was exposed to her.

When her fingers close around him at last he groaned in relief. He was velvety smooth and iron hard, throbbing in her fist, and she felt her own body throb in response.

She moved her fist slowly upwards then down again, stroking him like he’d shown her, and his hips jerked in response.

“Lizzie….Look at me…..”

Jack traced her cheek with his finger, his expression a curious mixture of need and uncertainty.

“I want you to kiss me, Lizzie,” he whispered. “Want you to taste me. Need you to taste me…..”

“But I already……Oh!” Understanding dawned, and she smiled at him.

“Like this?” Holding his gaze, she leaned in to lick gently across the tip of him, lapping at the moisture there.

“Oh God….Oh yes….like that!” he moaned, and she adjusted her grip on him, used her tongue to make a leisurely exploration of every line, ridge and crevice.

Jack slumped against the mast as she tasted him, his knees threatening to give way as shivers of ecstasy coursed through his body. He had dreamt of this when she had been an unreachable fantasy. Dreamt of feeling her mouth on him, images so vivid he’d woken more than once to find his blanket cast aside and a sticky mess smeared across his belly.

Finally his fantasy was being realised and the sensations were better than anything he had imagined….knowing it was her, his beautiful, unobtainable Lizzie, doing this for him….

Now she was leaning down to flick her tongue lightly across his balls, then slowly up his length again to lick around the rim…..His body was desperate to thrust and he quivered with the effort of keeping still, not wanting to alarm or distract her.

A few more minutes and he knew he had to have more. Placing one hand behind her head and wrapping the other around the fingers that held him, he gently pushed her head forward until her lips brushed against him.

“Don’t bite me, darlin’” he whispered, then groaned as her warm, wet mouth enfolded him. Carefully guiding her movements until she found her own rhythm, he curled his fingers in her hair and let the incredible feelings wash over him, growling his pleasure and gasping her name.

When instinct won and he began to thrust she did not seem phased by it, looping her free hand around his hips to hold him steady, moving with him.

It was building now, the delicious tension spiraling upwards, and he knew he had to warn her, knew it was time, he would spend in her mouth if he didn’t pull out very soon. But it felt too bloody good…..

“Lizzie!” he panted, “S’enough…Can’t hold back much longer, Lizzie…M’so close…..”

She did not respond and he tried again as his movements became more frantic, his whole body tensing as he tried to delay the inevitable, tried in vain to extract himself, knowing it was already too late.

“Lizzie!” he choked, “I’m going to….I’m…Oh Bugger……I’m comi……”

The ability to form coherent words or thoughts left him as his orgasm hit, and the world spun away. His release spurted into the heat of her mouth in strong, blissful spasms as he yelled his completion to the skies.

Elizabeth was so intent on her task that his warning didn’t register until it was too late. When thick salty fluid spurted across her tongue she froze, not knowing how to react. Suddenly her mouth was full of it and she swallowed frantically, the taste of it burning her throat. In the heat of the moment it didn’t occur to her to let go of him, to push him out of her mouth and her lips remained clamped around him as he pulsed out his desire.

Finally, when she began to fear he would drown her, it was over. He carefully pulled himself free, wiped away the mess dribbling down her chin with his fingers then sank to his knees and pulled her into his arms.

He cradled her against his chest, fighting for breath, his racing heart thudding in her ear.

“’M sorry luv!”

Raising her head, she saw apprehension in his eyes.

“I’m alright,” she murmured. “It just took me by surprise. You could have warned me!”

“I did.”

“You could have warned me sooner then….and louder!”

“I tried! Tried to pull out too but ye wouldn’t let me go,” he complained, then gave a cheeky grin. “And it can’t have been that much of a surprise, luv. You must know by now what you do to me…..what you always do to me! It’s not as if it never happened before…..every time we’re alone….and sometimes when we’re not…...”

Elizabeth poked out her tongue and gave his dreads a playful tug.

“You’re incorrigible! You know very well what I meant. It’s never happened like that before….not in my mouth. It scared me a little….there was so much of it…so fast…I thought I would choke!”

Jack smirked rather smugly.

“Didn’t mean to scare ye, Lizzie. Sorry for that. I can’t help wantin’ ye so much!”

He slid his hand down to cup her breast, brushing his thumb across her nipple through the material of her shirt.

She sighed blissfully and he sought her mouth for a slow, grateful kiss.

Pulling away, he licking his lips thoughtfully. “Now I know what I taste like, too!”

“I’m surprised it wasn’t pure rum!” she teased.

“Rum and seawater!” he countered, and they both laughed.

She snuggled into his embrace, adoring the closeness of him, the feel of his hands gently caressing her.

A deliciously familiar heat was spreading through her body and she moaned softly.

“Sssshhh!” he soothed. “For this we need a little more room, luv….and privacy.”

He glanced over the rail. “Don’t want you falling over when you start thrashing about, eh?”

“Who says I’ll be ‘thrashing about’?”

He widened his eyes at her and she shrugged.

“Alright Captain Sparrow. You have a point.”

Smirking, he pushed her away so that he could stagger to his feet then grabbed her hands to pull her up.

“After you!” he told her gallantly, but she looked him up and down and shook her head.

Kneeling in front of him, she gently tucked him back into his breeches and refastened them.

Jack helped her back up, looking rather sheepish. Then he winked.

“Thought I’d got lucky again for a minute luv!”

“My turn first, Captain Sparrow!”

“First, eh? Sounds promising. And next time I swear I’ll give ye fair warning. Savvy?”

“Who says there’ll be a next time?”

“You did, luv!” he told her cheerfully.

Before she could argue he kissed her again, languidly exploring her mouth with his tongue as he ran his hand down her body, pausing to cup her breast then sliding lower to stroke her through her breeches.

When her hips began to buck against his hand he increased the pressure, rubbing her firmly through the material.

Elizabeth shuddered. His touch was all at once too much and not enough. Reluctantly she pushed him away.

“Please, Jack….if you carry on we’ll never make it to your cabin! And I think the crew’s had enough of a free show for one day…..”

He frowned. “Free show? Nay luv….not from up here….”

“They may not have seen us,” she chuckled, “But they certainly heard you”

“Mmmmm.” He raised a tanned finger to trace the outline of her lips.

“Made me scream, didn’t ye Lizzie?”

He bent his head and brushed his mouth lightly across hers.

“Let’s see if I can return the favour, eh?”

“Let’s see if you can, Captain Sparrow!”

Jack smirked and swung his leg over the rail.


“A challenge, Miss Swann?” he drawled. “Oh good. I love challenges……”