In The Nick Of Time

So…I guess this means you can take it, huh?lol Well, here’s an 11 page sequel to what you’ve just finished! Let me know if you survive, I’m concerned about some of you…Moe Sparrow—have you come to yet? How about you DesiringPirates? Your brain be back in working order again? UnknownSoldier—thinking straight once more, I hope? Is there any cold water left in anyone’s houses?lol Ziva—yes, Lizzie learns quickly, because Jack teaches that way.lol HeartJD—thank you! I am so glad you thought that fellatio scene was “the best fucking fellation scene” you’ve ever read—talk like that makes me want to do better! And Rejerito—yep, that was “educational”…and now we all know where I went to school!lol Thanks to the lot of you! Your support and encouragement make me a better writer! Keep writing yourselves!

And here’s Chapter 9! (Breathe slowly and deeply)


The way Jack saw it, laying there with Elizabeth in his arms, her kissing his neck and his chest, making him still find accord to groan every now and then, he had two options. He could preserve at least part of Elizabeth’s virtue to be taken by him on their wedding night, or he could rupture the entire thing in the next few moments with his fingers. His intention was to open her up a little, teach her body to stretch and give at the entrance of something large and blunt, so that when he finally did mount her and take her completely, it wouldn’t be as traumatic as it would have been right now. He knew that placing his finger within her would tear her hymen a little, but not completely…leaving some to be punctured by the head of his cock the first time he wedged it into her. He had to admit, he liked that idea, it was…traditional. No, it was more than just that, it was what any man who loved a woman the way he loved Elizabeth dreamed of doing. He loved that he would be her first, and likely the only man she’d ever know, that her body would come to fit his, as if she’d been specially made for him. Some part of him, that Jack tried earnestly to deny was there, felt guilty that he couldn’t be giving the same to her.

But what about the pain? Sure, some gradual stretching with his fingers would loosen her up, make it a little easier on them both the first time they actually met the way nature intended, but it would still be quite an alteration for her body to make. No matter what Jack did, he couldn’t lengthen her feminine channel, his fingers weren’t long enough. He could only work the width of her, which given what Jack was blessed with, would still be of great help. So, why should he selfishly entertain adding the pain and the bleeding that busting the remnants of her membrane thin virginity would bring her? Why not just poke all the way through it tonight? Save his darling Elizabeth at least that amount of discomfort? She’d still be a virgin; she’d just be an…open one. Virgins…so much pressure…whores be so much easier! Still, what a very pleasant dilemma to have. Whores were easy…Jack started to laugh at the joke he’d unintentionally made.

“What’s funny?” Elizabeth asked, still reeling from what they’d just done, what she’d just done to him. When could she do it again?

He opened his mouth, almost telling her about the whores, then thought better of it. Being her man, being married to her, would mean Jack would have to start thinking about things before they came out of his mouth, he hoped he could handle it. “Just the feelin’ I have inside, love.”

“Oh,” Elizabeth sighed, knowing that Jack was just lost in another thought tangent like she’d come to expect from him. She’d assumed that’s why what he said hardly made any sense at times. She smiled, shrugging it off, for it was something that made Jack, Jack, and she loved it. “You do look awfully lost in thought, Jack.” She brushed his dreads back against the pillow and kissed him.

Hmm…why not let Elizabeth make his decision for him? It was her body, after all. “I have been, Lizzie.” Jack agreed, sitting up, leaning back against the cabin wall. He kept his knees bent, feet on the mattress but opened his legs up and patted his defined deltoid muscle. “C’mere to me, love.”

“Now what?” Elizabeth asked eagerly, her eyes dipping down at his crotch briefly, hoping to catch a glimpse of another powerful erection creeping out from his open fly, but no, at least, not yet.

Jack caught her looking and he smiled. He liked that she looked at him, it made him feel proud…and randy. “Stop gropin’ me with yer eyes and come to me arms, love.” He smirked at her, feeling some stirrings in his groin beginning again.

“Jack!” Out of habit, Elizabeth at first blushed, but then she began laughing with him as she settled against him, her back to his strong chest as his arms came around her, hugging her as he kissed her neck. “You always manage to say something completely inappropriate, don’t you?” She sighed, still smiling, wrapping her arms over his as he held her, wondering now how it ever was that she regarded Jack Sparrow’s comments to her as offensive.

“Inappropriate?” He asked, beginning to wish he’d gotten the dress off of her before now, but that would come. “It weren’t me deadlights sneakin’ a peek ‘tween yer thighs, Lizzie.”

He was trying to make her blush again, he must have enjoyed doing that, but this time Elizabeth didn’t flinch. Instead she turned her head to the side and caught his lips with hers. “It’s not your eyes I hope to have there, Jack Sparrow!” She smiled devilishly at him.

His cock jumped, he wondered if she felt it against her back. If that’s what she wanted, he’d oblige, and began to pull her skirt up her legs. “Governor’s daughter and socialite me ass!” Jack growled and returned her kiss even as she laughed. Her skirt was above her knees now, and he tucked his hand beneath it, trailing his fingers up her silky thighs, Elizabeth’s laughter turning to a moan as their kiss deepened.

Jack’s heart began to pound as if he’d never touched a woman here before. He hadn’t had to prompt her to spread her legs for his hand, she’d immediately done it upon feeling his fingers tickling up her skin. He could feel her heat the closer he got to her center, it beckoned his hand closer, lured his finger with the promise of tight, wetness, and his cock jumped again. Elizabeth was sucking at his neck when he first made contact with her slick outer labia, her whole body jumped and she turned her head to let out a sharp gasp.

His fingers were the first she’d ever felt there, and while she’d been struck with a rush of vulnerability which made her think to stop him and close her legs, it quickly subsided as she felt how hot and heavy Jack’s breathing was against her neck. He pressed in upon her flesh gently, burying his fingers in her moist curls and stroking lightly up and down the mound below her stomach, his hand having traveled up and not down, teasing her.

“Jack,” she moaned in protest, rocking her hips up towards his hand, trying to direct him downwards as she lay back against him, her eyes shut, feeling an aching between her legs that she felt could only be quelled by his touch.

“Lizzie,” Jack sighed, wanting to delve into her depths as much as she seemed to want him to, but instead he moved his hand further up her body, lightly rimming her navel with his thumb, tickling her and feeling his cock jump yet again when she squirmed against him. He had to talk to her, to ask her what she wanted him to do. Did she wish him to take her virginity now, with his fingers? “How careful should I be with ye?”

“Careful?” She repeated, still focused on where his hand was beneath her dress and where it sadly wasn’t.

Oh stop wanting it so much and listen…this wasn’t easy for him either. “Ye have somethin’ yer never gettin’ back once it be gone, Lizzie. I can’t take ye tonight, not proper like, that is. But I can take yer maidenhead, if ye want me to relieve ye of it.”

Elizabeth’s eyes opened, not sure she understood. “How could you do that?” She asked, more curious than she was taking a side.

Well, why not show her? Jack’s hand drifted south again, trailing through the course, yet soft hairs to the cleft in her center. He felt his cock expand and start growing slowly erect again as his fingers skimmed down into the moist warmth of her pink creases, and Elizabeth nearly burst in pleasure, slamming herself back against him and bucking her hips while she said his name over and over.

She was burning between her legs, needing Jack’s fingers deeper than they were now, wanting him to move them and feel all of her. She felt him seeking something out lower and lower, and then cried out when the tip of his finger, just the tip, entered her body, barely within her, but still enough to make a strange, mild tremor overtake her, and there he stopped, nudging something spongy that gave when he pushed against it. She spread her legs wider.

Did she have to be so inviting? Jack was trying so hard not to rush into things, to get her input…but he wasn’t going to be able to outlast this display of carnal need she put on if it continued. “Elizabeth, this be what I was referin’ to, “ he whispered, holding her steady with his other arm around her as he delicately stroked her hymen, not wanting to accidentally deflower her because she’d writhed too hard against him. “I can spare ye losin’ it the first time I take ye, cleave it all now and be done with it. Or I can let part of it be so ye’ve somethin’ to lose to me later.” He removed his finger, knowing she’d understood when her gyrations ceased.

“Oh,” Elizabeth didn’t know such a thing was possible. “Will it hurt?”

“Afraid so, love. In either scenario, for a minute or two, but I swear to ye with all me black heart, I be gentle with ye, and not move again ‘til ye tell me ye be ready.” Jack promised, awaiting her answer, and still unsure himself which he’d prefer she chose.

Of all the decisions to have to come to…and she’d thought ‘fessing up to Jack about her feelings for him would be the hard part. And now Elizabeth learned she could in fact lose her virginity, but still be a virgin? She’d have thought this was more of Jack’s rambling, almost coherent dravels if she hadn’t felt his finger against the very issue just moments ago. Hmm…what was it to be? Save herself some pain, or save herself for Jack? Well, he’d said it was likely to be a bit painful no matter what she chose. She looked over her shoulder at Jack, his nearly black, dark lined eyes locked with hers, piece of eight in his knotty hair gently swaying as the Pearl rocked, his strong arms holding her, muscular chest heaving against her back. He was so full of power and grace, he was the man that had broken down an iron brig with his bare hands to save her life, he was the man who had safely seen the Pearl and her crew through an ominous storm, had rolled the ship and kept them all alive, he was Captain Jack Sparrow, a man out of legend, the man that loved her, and the man that she loved. Elizabeth smiled and reached back to tenderly stroke his bearded cheek with the back of her hand, only to have him capture her hand and kiss it softly several times.

“Jack,”

“Aye?”

“I’m not afraid of the pain, I know you won’t try to hurt me.” She looked up and kissed him. “Leave me as much intact as is possible. When you do take me, I want you to take me in full, at the most suitable time, in the most correct manner. You are everything to me, Jack. I wouldn’t feel complete knowing that I hadn’t given everything to you.”

Jack smiled, feeling so suddenly protective of her and closed his arms around her tightly, rocking her in his embrace. But there was something else coming over him that he hadn’t expected to feel. “I be honored, Lizzie.” He whispered, surprised to hear the words he said, and then kissed her, not having meant it to be something lecherous, but Elizabeth’s tongue thrust demandingly upon his, so Jack responded in due course, feeling her shiver through him excitedly, taking his hand, and moving it between her legs.

She smiled. “Make me cum, Jack. Make me cum.”

Jack grinned, kissed her neck a few more times. She was perfect in so many ways! He’d never been so matched in desire by a woman, but he still would have bet money that his own appetites exceeded hers, if only due to his experience. He’d teach her though, and he’d enjoy it too! “That requires one adjustment, Lizzie.” Jack leaned forward a bit and put both his hands just below her knees, then lifted her legs over his, his knees now inside of her knees, her legs braced and spread far apart. Elizabeth was held up only by his solid chest, completely under Jack’s control. He stroked her shins, following her legs all the way to her knee, then her thigh, then down to the place which made her shudder and coo softly in his ear. Jack drew a ragged breath, wishing he could see the treasure he’d opened between her legs. His cock was fidgeting again, if she squirmed and wiggled against him enough, he’d have an erection in need of dealing with. “I may enjoy this more than ye will, love,” he smirked, petting through her reddish brown nest of hairs, gradually coming to trace her outer labia, making Elizabeth unable to breathe and she pushed back against him in impatient struggle. Jack moaned and kissed her neck again. “What I hold in me hand be better than gold!”

Just when Elizabeth was about to verbalize her desperate wish for Jack to stop moving around and around the place that was so near, yet so far, she felt his finger in her wet folds, finding the inner set of labia and tracing them just as he had the others. Now Elizabeth couldn’t speak, he’d taken all the breath from her and she lay back against him awash in a feeling that her very soul were being touched, for something was radiating throughout her body, making her feel as if she were floating in the air. Something felt stiff within her wet softness though, like it was hardening, and it sent a reverberating shiver of something deliciously shameful all across her body, making goosebumps appear on her skin whenever Jack’s fingers neared it. She felt it most when his finger traced her inner labia up and lingered above them. She arched her back against his chest, tried to gain more contact with his hand. Deeper! Don’t stop!

Jack could feel her little clitoris swelling, beginning to peep out from beneath its hood. His finger brushed it more and more as the little bulb grew more prominent. Elizabeth moaned and was restless against him, her bottom thrashing slowly back and forth against his groin, exciting his cock to its full length. Jack exhaled sharply and his eyes sank closed as his head dropped forward against her shoulder, where he bit her gently. Handling a woman like this, feeling her juices covering his hand as his fingers churned within her had always made him more desirous than simply seeing her naked. His free hand cupped one of her breasts, rubbing her hard nipple and pinching it, Elizabeth’s body jerked, trapping his cock between them. “Lizzie,” he growled passed her ear, and placed his thumb squarely over her engorged clitoris, rubbing it up and down, up and down. She was drenched with her secretions, she was ready; he poked the middle finger on his hand inside her vagina, slowly, gently.

“Oh God, Jack, oh God!” Elizabeth nearly shrieked, clutching his knees in her hands and holding them as if they were all that supported her in this world. Her head was spinning, she wasn’t even sure of how much of Jack’s finger was within her, it felt huge, there was a hint that something had torn perhaps, but his thumb rubbed her clitoris and in doing so, rubbed the pain away too. Her body started to move, unusually fluent in some rhythm it had never known before, but then she’d only to follow Jack’s thrusting digit. And then he inserted another finger, one rubbing the upper wall of her sheath, the other rubbing the bottom, she couldn’t be held still, pumped herself against his hand though he had control enough to withdraw when she pushed too forward. Her teeth were chattering, her skin tingling, her body cold like it had never been before, and then burning hot as a forge.

Jack was out of breath too, enjoying the snugness of her, careful not to tear her open all the way, but having enough access to have spread his fingers apart within her, like scissors, making her muscles extend as he rubbed her clitoris, faster and faster, sensing that was what she needed, and then all at once, she came crashing down upon him with a low moan, then gasping for air as the contractions, which rippled through her womanly glory, forced the fingers tight within her together again and again.

Elizabeth had not been ready for such a commotion. Never had her body been so…brutalized by pleasure as it was now. She felt almost as if she were drowning, for whenever she tried to get her breath, another wave of ecstasy came over her and stole the air from her lungs. And Jack’s hand didn’t stop, kept rubbing her clitoris, kept thrusting within her, and he groaned against her, the sound hollow and deep in his glorious chest. She’d always assumed ‘cumming’ was more something men did, something that only men could truly feel, but now she knew how wrong she’d been. The intensity was lessening now, it had to, she couldn’t have survived it for very much longer without going insane. Jack’s hand slowed, his touch becoming lighter until in disappeared as she quieted against him, but her sex still contracted gently, would not have been noticed by her had she not been brought to this new level of sensory perception. She was drained, the cabin was spinning; all she could do was lay back in Jack’s arms and let him support her.

“Are ye back with me, love?” She heard Jack asking her, whispering in her ear as he nuzzled her neck with his beard, and Elizabeth began to wonder how long he’d been speaking to her.

Her heartbeat still throbbed all over her body, but she was coming too again. She smiled, turned her head to look at Jack. He wore the smug expression of a maestro who had just played his instrument flawlessly to a packed audience, and was now receiving his standing ovation. Well, she’d let him have that. “We didn’t go too far, did we?” She asked concerned that in her uncontrollable state, all that she meant to preserve for Jack had been lost.

“Nay,” Jack smiled, gently nibbling her earlobe. “Ye wanted to, but I maintained me bloody self control.” He smirked.

Elizabeth laughed. “Of course you did, Jack, you’re a regular paragon of self control!”

Jack chuckled and turned her more towards him to kiss her, needing more contact against his stiffened cock, and pulled her close until the head nestled between her breasts. He moaned. “Ye liked that, didn’t ye?”

“I loved that,” she corrected, unable to help herself for looking downwards at the big rod she felt against her chest. He was hard again! Could she put her mouth on him now?

Jack’s eyebrows raised and he simpered, letting her know he saw her staring at his crotch again. But, that could wait, for a little while. “What say ye take off this dress and I show ye somethin’ else? Savvy?”

Elizabeth immediately knelt, grabbing at the buttons and hooks and eyes that kept her bodice closed. “How can I refuse?” What else could he show her? Did it involve his cock? She hoped it would, hoped he’d rub that big, heavy, quaking brute all over her nude body.

Jack stood, watching her undress as she watched him rolling his high boots down his legs and then pulling them off, moving to his breeches next and pulling them down and stepping free of them. Elizabeth was already well acquainted with the long, thick staff between his legs, but still Jack loved how something wicked flickered in her eyes and how they were drawn to his cock. She likes that too; Jack smiled. But as soon as the dress and the chemise slid from Elizabeth’s shoulders, Jack was transfixed with her body. He drank her in, for it was the first time he’d seen her so naked. She was beautiful, delicate, fine bone structure, but not without the curves of a woman that made his freed cock give another jump. She sat on the edge of the bed now, unbuttoning her pantaloons and then untying them at her calves. He’d be able to see everything soon, and Jack couldn’t contain himself, reached out and took the lace trim around her legs in his fingers and pulled the pantaloons to the floor. There they were, not a stitch of clothing covering either of them, all that each had to share with one another physically, in view. An awe of silence filled the cabin.

Everything about Elizabeth was petite, which Jack liked, could envision so many different ways of taking her because she’d weigh practically nothing his arms. But that thatch of deep chestnut curls between her thighs…that promised so many pleasures, but caused him so many concerns. His hand could easily cup and cover that sweet triangle, how much stretching would it take before they’d fit together comfortably? But Jack could smell the musky scent of her arousal, and it was drawing him into a great passion that blotted everything out. Without a word, he gently pushed her onto her back, his body following hers down as he lay on top of her, kissing her and reveling in the feel of so much of her skin against his.

His hands were all over her, touching, rubbing, grabbing. How did he manage to touch so much of her and still support his weight enough to not crush her? But Elizabeth didn’t complain, lying below him, alive with the feeling of how strong Jack’s need was for her. He was moaning again, pressing his body to hers, memorizing hers with his hands, lips, tongue and teeth. Elizabeth could feel his big cock sticking up passed her navel, throbbing against her belly, and Jack moved above her, subtly thrusting against her slowly, and she hoped he would gain in momentum, if for nothing else she would at least know how hard he’d be taking he when he finally did so. She also had to admit she’d wanted him to cum again, against her skin since they couldn’t yet attempt a physical union. There was some primal part of her being that wouldn’t feel claimed by her male until his seed dripped over her body.

Jack lifted his head, took a deep breath, trying to bring himself back from the brink of hammering into her soft skin. He’d need to fuck something this time, at least, he’d need to thrash himself against something. But, that’s not what he’d had in mind when he’d offered to show her ‘something else.’ However, Elizabeth’s beauty had overpowered him, called him down upon her, and he’d gotten lost in the magnificence of her form. He kissed her mouth one last time, Elizabeth sucking at his tongue hard and whimpering when he still pulled away, but continued to move away down her body. “Don’t be sulkin’, love,” he whispered to her as he crouched down on the floor, drawing her more to the edge of his rack, parting her thighs with his hands. He could finally see the splendor that had surrounded his hand earlier, the luscious garden he’d made roar like the ocean. She was a real blossom, her pink creases as luxuriant and full as the look of desire in her eyes whenever she spied his cock. Jack licked his lips…oh he was going to eat her! “Yer’ goin’ to like this too!”

Whatever could he be doing now? Before Elizabeth could ask, her legs were parted, and Jack was moving closer, kissing up the insides of her thighs, tickling her in such a tortuous way that made her recall the orgasm she’d had minutes ago. Was Jack intending to put her through that again? Please? Then she felt his dreads brush her inner thigh, then his ear, he was moving closer, towards her slit…he wasn’t going to…he wouldn’t actually…why would he want to…Ooooh!

Jack’s fingers spread her outer labia open, and he pressed his lips to her, extended his tongue and dragged it through her pink folds in a big, lazy circle. His mustache bristled against her clitoris, and Elizabeth felt as if her body had leapt up and was dancing a jig, but she remained, right there on the rack, held in Jack’s hands and just where he wanted her.

She tasted like the sea, with a hint of something else…what was it, all women had that certain twist to their flavor that made them unique. Jack flicked his tongue deeper into her folds, pushing at her vulva, ahh, rosewater, that was it, very nice. She was very nice too, so decadent and feathery soft against his lips, Jack couldn’t suck enough of her into his mouth. Elizabeth was moving against him now, moaning and reaching down to pull him closer to her. Jack’s head tilted down, remembering how sensitive she was to even the slightest little bit of pressure of something entering her vagina. She didn’t let him down, her hips bucking, buttocks rising up off the mattress when he’d put his tongue to her opening and pushed it in. He noted a faint coppery taste; blood, but he’d expected it, she had torn some, but not all the way, there was only a little room for his tongue to sneak inside her, and so he fucked her with it, locking his other arm over her thigh so that she couldn’t squirm away from him, away from this.

Elizabeth felt herself gush with slippery fluid as she thrust her hips against Jack’s tongue. It was building again, that winding tension, like a spring being pulled back and pulled back, tighter and tighter and tighter, it was everywhere within her body, but yet no place that she could point to. She wanted more, but wasn’t sure of what to even ask for, and Jack was relentless upon her, moving up higher now, devouring her, sucking that hard knot which had set her to unraveling in pleasure before.

She tasted so very good now, giving up a nectar that foretold of her climax, all her twisting and squirming and moaning transferring the feeling of ardent anguish to him, and Jack’s cock fought to join the fray. He moved his tongue against Elizabeth’s clitoris faster as he sucked it, bringing his hand to his cock, giving it a slow, firm stroke, coming to his glans with his fist and squeezing his frustrated organ into a temporary compliance. He felt Elizabeth’s leg come over his shoulder and wrap around his upper back as her hips shoved forward. Her battle was all but fought.

Elizabeth’s back arched and she screamed Jack’s name, her hands twisting in the sheets as that spring that had been tightly coiling within her finally released. She drifted back on the on the rise and fall of each contraction between her legs as Jack licked her and licked her, as if he was quieting her unruly body and gentling her down again. She lay there limp, again surprised she’d survived something so wild, so rampant, a complete loss of control, a desire so powerful she’d have done anything, have given anything, to have it met. And it was Jack Sparrow who could create it, and meet it.

She was still breathing heavily as Jack rose up to his feet, cock quavering angrily again, consuming him with the need to cum, but not just cum, but to fuck. Elizabeth’s legs were still spread around him, and while he would normally have not been satisfied with the practice he was about to engage in, his erection ached so badly that it would do. “Lizzie,” he whispered, leaning over her and kissing her forehead and down her temples. Her eyes fluttered open and she moved to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him and drawing him down to her, her breasts flat against his chest as she took all the remnants of her passion from his lips. Jack wrapped his arms around her and held her close, drawing her tongue into his mouth and holding it there as he bent his leg up against her hamstring, aligned his pelvis against hers and wrestled his big cock into the bend of her thigh. He broke their kiss and looked down at her, her eyes starred straight back into his, Jack felt himself shudder, but not due to his raging erection. “I’ll always be with ye, Lizzie.” He whispered, the words not what he’d planned to say.

“I love you too, Jack.” She whispered back, knowing that throughout their lives Jack’s ‘I love you’s’ were most likely to be disguised as promises like the one he’d just made her. That was fine, she smiled, feeling his hand on her hip now, grazing down her thigh and pulling it up to his hip, trapping his cock against her body as he did, and he groaned deeply, his eyes closing and his breath quickening. His muscles grew taut and he breathed deep, readying himself for something.

“I need ye to be still for me, love,” Jack whispered, pressing his hips at hers and then moaning at the contact, his big cock nestling in deeper, rubbing just enough between her thigh and the mound of her sex, he could feel her soft curls brushing his shaft. “I won’t hurt ye, nor forget me promise to ye, just be still, and let me find me way.”

Elizabeth understood and put some effort into keeping her thigh closed around his deprived erection. She wanted to feel his thrusts, even if they weren’t into her, wanted to feel his organ vibrating and growing against her skin, and finally, to feel his release in all it’s sticky warmth.

Jack held her hip to his and began to thrust, wishing he’d at least thought to spit into his hand and rub it all over his cock, a little lubrication would have made this better. But, he’d take what he could get, let is eyes drift closed, and he thought of driving into Elizabeth’s beautiful, lush cunt, how tight she’d be, how she’d contract around him, how she’d move beneath him, how her sheath would conform to his cock and wrap around him. It was working, though it was a cumbersome position. Jack was cumming, his cock spastic against Elizabeth’s body as she trapped him even more into the now tight crevice of her thigh. It wasn’t as good as would her tight, wet sheath have been, but he was cumming, his balls swelling higher against his body, their rich fluid drawing up into his shaft. He thrust harder now, rocking Elizabeth’s body as he did, but it wasn’t quite as fulfilling as it could have been, as it would be one day soon.

“Oh c’mon, Lizzie, put yer hands on me.” He begged her in a gasp, rising above her, his eyes closed, thrusting harder, his head tilted back as though something behind him had grabbed a handful of his hair.

His tan skin shown with a light coat of sweat, every striation of every muscle in his chest, neck and arms visible and shining in the dim light. He looked glorious, more glorious than he had the first time Elizabeth had seen him coming to her through the smoke, to free her from the Stalwart’s brig. She reached out and rubbed her hands over the definition in his chest and arms, feeling how badly his body needed this release, feeling how all of him was stiff, not just his cock, which wriggled and swelled in the bend of her thigh. She wanted him to cum, to end this impassioned misery he so obviously was in, and of course to put his mark on her, to make her his. Her hands skimmed back up his wired biceps and over his deltoids, down to his pectoral muscles and over his hardened nipples, where she closed her fingers around them and lightly squeezed.

A bolt of lightening seemed to shoot down Jack’s back and his cock erupted, he grunted, thrust forward and was still, feeling another jet of seamen leave his body through his engorged glans. Every muscle in his body stayed taught as his organ fired, and he drove it as deeply against Elizabeth’s body as he could.

There, she’d felt it! First the vibrating of his erection, then Jack’s urgent thrusts and grunts, and then finally a burning hot wetness just below her navel, and another, then again, bathing her in his essence, running down over her side to the mattress, leaving a trail that said she belonged to Jack. She felt him begin to relax above her, his shoulders and head both dropping forward and he caught his breath. He let go of her leg, and she eased it down onto the bed, freeing Jack’s spent organ.

He leaned down and kissed her with his remaining strength, then rolled over so that he was no longer across the rack and collapsed on his stomach. “When I do take ye all proper like, ye’ll drain me life out, Lizzie.” He mumbled.

She laughed, liking how she could reduce him to this, as much as she knew he liked reducing her to the same state. She moved closer, kneeling beside him and starting to rub his back and shoulders. “I promise, Jack, I’ll be gentle.”

He raised his head and glanced back at her, laughing. “That’s one thing I hope ye never are, love.” He said. “Never gentle, never be of an easy way, never demure. Yer a pirate, be a pirate.”

Elizabeth smiled again, knowing there was no other man she could have chosen to be with who would have told her that. “Thank you, Jack.” Her hands moved up the base of his neck to soothe his thick trapezious muscles and Jack moaned in repose as soon as she applied gentle pressure.

“That be lovely there.” He mumbled, letting his head fall forward again. “If I only had me rum…” he hinted.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes but smiled, reaching over as far as she could to the floor and picking up one of the bottles that had been rolling around there since the storm. “Are you going to drink it face down?” She laughed as she put in his outstretched hand.

“I’ll find a way, love.” Jack promised, pulling the cork from the bottle with the same hand that held it, and he shifted to his side just a bit, enough to put the bottle to his lips and swallow a sip.

Elizabeth sighed and went about rubbing his back again. “You certainly are a creative one, Jack.”

At that he turned completely over onto his back, sat up a bit and gave her his classic smirk. “Aye,” he said, and nudged her thigh with his leg before he crossed one foot over the other. “Ye’ll always remember this as the day ye almost fucked Captain Jack Sparrow.”