Black Satin Sheets

Black Satin Sheets

"What do you want to do tonight?" Jack asked, reaching over to steal the rum bottle off the desk and took a sip.

"All I want to do is wrap my legs around you and squeeze. Then thrust up and down, increasing the rhythm, feeling the sweet friction between my thighs... Groaning softly, slick with sweat, reaching the end with a moan and collaspe: tired and satisfied." Elizabeth smiled at the dark desire in Jack's eyes. "What say you to that?"

Jack immediatley clawed at his shirt, yelling : "WHY CAN'T THESE CLOTHES COME OFF SOONER?!?!?!"

Elizabeth laughed as Jack stood up and succesfully ripped his shirt. "Bugger. My good shirt."

"Poor Jack..." Elizabeth grabbed ahold of his torn shirt and pulled him closer. "Come here..."

Jack's lips crashed down on Elizabeth's, taking her breath away. Elizabeth moaned and managed to do something Jack couldn't: lift his shirt up and off of him.

"Better?" she smiled.

"No. My pants are still on."

Elizabeth should have smacked him, but she just smiled and kissed his chest. Jack gripped the back of her shirt and groaned out her name, feeling the bulge in his pants tighten. He felt her easily loosen the ties off, and in a second, Jack was on top of her on the bed, kissing her frantically. Elizabeth rolled on top of him, and sat up.

"Your so easy." she smiled.

"You love me that way." Jack grinned as Elizabeth leaned over and gave him one of her sweet and addictive kisses. "You know, in order fer this to work, ye have to be naked too."

"Your crass." Elizabeth smiled. "And you asked me what I wanted to do tonight - it's still noon. You have to wait for seven more hours."

"Seven?" Jack pouted.

"Aye, seven." Elizabeth got caught up in another breathless kiss, Jack was obviously trying to change her mind. It didn't work. Elizabeth broke the heated kiss before her and Jack could get to the 'good part' (as he liked to call it). She laid down next to him and smiled.

"Why are you smiling? You're mean."

"It does seem unfair to leave you like that." Elizabeth sympathized.

"Yes. It is."

"I could DO something to help relieve you of that tightened feeling, you know." Elizabeth smiled, and started to snake her hand between the sheets. "If you weren't mad at me."

"Mad? I'm not mad. I-" she clutched onto his hard cock. "OH GOD!"

Elizabeth laughed into Jack's ear and heard Jack make a satisying moan as she began to stroke up and down. Jack arched his hips at the contact, and begged Elizabeth to go harder, faster.

Her petite hand should be to small fer me... Jack thought, but thoughts of that disappeared as she quickened her pace. Jack's breathing hitched and he groaned deep in his throat. He was starting to pre cum, and Elizabeth rolled his tip in her fingers before going down his shaft again. Jack arched his back again, his hips twitching at the sensation Elizabeth was giving him.

Elizabeth caught Jack's mouth in a kiss, and Jack grabbed the back of her head and kissed deeper, leaving her breathless. Her ministrations on his dick became faster, to the point where she could feel his cock hardened and tremble, and knew release was going to come for him soon.

"Say my name..." she demanded, and slowed her actions to torture him.

"Unnh..." Jack was unable to form words.

"Say it!" Elizabeth loved being bossy. It suited her.

Jack gasped and arched his hips up, freeing his seed onto her hand. "ELIZABETH! Ohhh... so go-ooo-od..." Jack sat back in the afterglow, and grinned when he saw Elizabeth greedily licked her hand clean. "You tease."

"Got you off, didn't I?" She gave him a dangerous smirk. "Made you scream my name."

Jack smiled, and brought her down for a kiss. "Thank ye, luv."

"Anytime." Elizabeth curled up next to her pirate, who was still in the mist of his afterglow. "But I know you- that won't satisfy you enough."

"Aye, that's true."

Elizabeth giggled- a sound Jack greatly loved - and looked up at his face. "Too bad you have to wait."

"I don't want to. I want to know what it tastes like." Jack pouted again, and looked down at her with his dark eyes.

"Nothing I could do- you asked me what I wanted to do tonight, I told you. Just because it's not dark enough outside isn't my fault." Elizabeth grinned. "But no worries- it'll make it taste so much sweeter."

(1)(2)(3)

Throughout the day, Jack could think of nothing but what Elizabeth would taste like. They had laid together, before, but it was rushed and not all that pleasant, for Jones was on the ship, ready to kill. Jack had promised her that he would make it up to her, that that is not how her first time should have been. He said he would wait for her.

Big mistake.

That was two months ago, and to Jack, Elizabeth had surely taken her sweet time in preparing.

When he would take a sip of rum, he wondered if she would taste like it.

He ate an orange, and only tasted what Elizabeth might taste like.

All he could think about was Elizabeth.

All he could watch (and wanted to watch) was Elizabeth moving around the deck, working. Those tiny, pearl-white hands that had done wonders on his cock were looping two ropes together. Her mouth, which he could feel on his bare chest still, were red and luscious as she talked to the crew members or sang to herself.

All he could feel was her body under his, her legs wrapped around his waist.

IT.

WAS.

MADDENING.

Jack let go off the wheel (which spun crazily, and Gibbs managed to get it before the Pearl showed any signs of rebellion) and walked down to where his soon-to-be lover was. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from Marty, who was busy telling her about one of his children in Singapore, to a secluded and private spot on the deck.

"Jack, what is -" Elizabeth started, but was cut off by Jack's lips crashing on hers.

She was hesitant at first, but when the shock wore off, she wrapped her arms around his neck and parted her lips. Jack pushed his tounge in and ran his hands down her sides to her waist, where he grabbed her and lifted her up on the rail. After a moment in the passionate embrace, Jack pulled away and smirked at her.

"Ye make me crazy. I need you." Jack whispered.

Elizabeth laughed. "You still have three more hours. Can't you wait?"

Jack shook his head. "No. NOW. Or I'll take you on the deck, where anybody could see."

Elizabeth gently pushed Jack away and hopped down onto deck. She smiled, evily, seductively at him and waved her hand at him as she walked away. "I'll see you in three hours, Jack!'

Jack sighed and leaned on the rail. He was aching- he needed her. "YE BETTER BE THERE!"

Then he was left alone with his dull ache, and he groaned.

Tease.

Jack pushed off the railing and calmly walked down into the hold, where he came upon a long forgotten trunk. Needing to get his mind off the fair Lizzie, he decided to open the antique trunk and sifted through the contents.

It was full of pretty ordinary things- candle tapers, that had never been lit before, expensive looking candlebras that had white and black pearls embedded in the fancy design. Digging further into the trunk, he found many other little treasures... a black head wrap, a gold necklace, two crystal glasses, and a bottle of fifteen year old port wine.

Jack was considering taking just the wine with him, when his observing eyes happened to observe the most provocative thing to ever grace the Black Pearl (besides Elizabeth, of course!)

Black. Satin. Sheets.

Jack grinned and placed the wine bottle back in the trunk, deciding to take the whole kit and caboodle with him.

(1)(2)(3)

It was entertaining to see Jack Sparrow go through his drawers, trying to find another shirt to wear. He pulled out a black shirt, which would match the black head wrap he found, and grinned. Well, if he was going to wear those, he might as well change into black breeches.

And since was already naked, he decided to wash himself. Once clean (which alone would shock Lizzie) and dressed, he stripped off his bed sheets and made his bed up in the black satin sheets, and was actually embarrased when he put his old blanket back on the bed. But he decided that it might surprise her to find something so lovely underneath a rough surface.

She was surprised when she really got to know Jack.

Grinning at the thought of her, he decided to clear off his desk and pull it out in the middle of the room. He threw a white cloth over it, and placed the candles and their fancy holdings on it. He made sure the glasses were clean before setting them on the table, and placed the bottle of port wine next to it. Jack promised her to make their night special, and he intended to go through with his promise.

He sat back and looked at his room: he thought it was very romantic.

Then he realized that he still had an hour until she would show up. And he cursed. He decided to sit and read, which was something he never had the time to, but found it hard to see the letters of the book. Sighing with defeat, he succumbed to going into one of his drawers and taking out his wire rimmed glasses, putting them on. He felt like an old man when he had to where them: he thought they never suited him. But, if he wanted to pass the time (and not get a headache- that would NOT be good), he resigned to wear them while reading.

Elizabeth had shown up an hour later, still in her work clothes and her hair messy, and whistled when she entered the room.

"Wow. I think I might be underdressed." Elizabeth's sweet voice snapped Jack out of his reading, and he smiled up at her.

"No worries, luv. Pretty soon you'll be undressed to care." Jack squinted his eyes- why did she look blurry?

Elizabeth smiled. "You look rather handsome."

"Thank you. I try." Jack flattered himself, and caused Elizabeth to laugh.

"I never knew you wore glasses. Kinda attractive." she said, walking closer to Jack.

"Glasses? Oh!" Jack reached up and took his glasses off his face. "Yeah. Reading glasses."

"I didn't know you could read." Elizabeth joked, and wrapped her arms around Jack's neck. "A literate pirate. What will they think of next?"

"This."

Jack leaned forward and kissed her, feeling her lips dance on his own. He moaned as she pressed her small body on his. Her hands began exploring, reaching down to cup Jack's arse and pulling him closer. Jack gave a surprise yelp and grinned. He pushed back her golden hair and gave her a soft kiss on her lips.

"It's night." he stated.

"I realize that."

"Ye do remember what you promised?"

Elizabeth smiled. "I remember. With perfect clarity." She took hold of Jack's hand and led him over to the bed. "Now..."

"Now?" Jack asked, hopeful. Just her presence was arousing.

"What happens..." Elizabeth began to slowly unbutton her blouse. "...if my clothes..." She pushed her shirt off her shoulders and revealed her bare chest to Jack (who was very much enjoying the show) "...just HAPPEN to fall off?"

Jack stepped forward and gripped her hips. "You would have one very happy pirate." He ran his hand along her flat belly, and felt a strain in his breeches. He resisted the urge to throw her down and do her sensless, and cupped her one breast. Her breathing hitched, she leaned into his touch.

"Somethings not right." she said.

Jack frowned. "What?"

"I'm shirtless..." Elizabeth smirked. "...and your not."

Jack smiled and turned around, so he could undo his belt and lay it on the table. He untucked his shirt from his breeches and pulled it off over his head, all the while hearing Elizabeth shuffle around behind him. He pulled off his boots then turned around- and his heart stopped at what he saw.

Elizabeth. Naked. On his black satin sheets. She had pulled off his ratty old blanket. Her pale white skin contrasted against the onyx color of the sheets.

He gave his trademark smirk and slowly stepped over. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Seducing you. Is it working?"

"Aye, I can say ye are successful." Jack pointed down to his nether region, where Elizabeth could see quite an impressive bulge.

"Good. Nice touch with the sheets. I never knew you had such class."

Jack stood by the bed and stared down at her with glittering eyes. "I thought that was obvious. I chose you, after all."

Elizabeth stared up at him with her warm chocolate brown eyes, full with desire. Jack felt his smile fade and his heart race. She got up and sat on her knees, almost face level with Jack. Elizabeth ran her hand along his scared (yet muscular) chest and felt his nipples harden under her touch. Jack leaned in and captured her mouth in the sweetest kiss imaginable. Elizabeth responded by resting her hand on the back of Jack's neck and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

His calloused hands rubbed her lower back, kneading her flesh until she was like putty in his hands. Jack gently pushed her down on the black sheets and pulled away. She looked so beautiful, laying there, her golden hair spread out underneath her flushed body. She seemed so innocent, yet there was this naughty side to her.

Jack touched Elizabeth's chest, and trailed on finger down to her navel. He stopped and took a deep breath- it was coming, the thing he was waiting for all day.

He was finally going to know what Elizabeth Swann tasted like.

He groaned as he moved off the bed, and gently grabbed Elizabeth's thighs. He knelt in front of her and slowly pulled her down so her own legs were hanging off the bed. She giggled as parted her legs, and gasped when he blew on her hot center.

Jack was so close. All he had to do was move his head forward one more inch, and he would finally know. But he savored it. Grinning, he backed away a bit and trailed one of his long, crooked fingers down her folds. He loved to hear her gasp, and wanted to hear much more than that. He continued to gently rub her folds and groaned when he saw her pink pearl peek out from it's hiding place. Now, it was time.

He leaned foward and kissed her nub, feeling her stiffen under his touch. Once she relaxed, he took that as a sign to continue. Jack darted his tounge out and began teasing around her opening, tasting her sweetness. She was musky, exotic, like sweet forbidden honey. He was suddenly afraid that something might come out and sting him.

Elizabeth, on the other hand, was gripping the soft sheets she was lying on and arching her back. She grounded her hips on Jack, urging to continue his ministrations. She was crying, begging him not to stop. Telling him how good it felt, how sinful he was being for treating her this way. He just smiled against her.

Twice he brought her to the edge, and twice he pulled away before she fell off. After the last time, Jack smirked and stood up. Elizabeth, who was descending into the world of hazy pleasure, looked up at him with dark eyes, and cried.

"Jack... don't leave..."

Jack grunted. "I'm not. But I have to take these blasted things off."

He fought with the strings to his breeches, and when they didn't come off right away, he got frustrated and pulled hard on them. They snapped and his breeches became loose, then fell down to his ankles. He stepped out of them promptly and joined Elizabeth on the bed. Elizabeth automatically locked her arms around his chest and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She rolled herself on top of her pirate and straddled his waist.

His hotness pressed against her thigh, and she marvelled out how one simple peice of flesh could get so hard and be so velvety soft. She kissed him once more and then sat up, positioning herself ontop of him.

"Jack..." she rocked against him, and he sat up, his hand on her back as he accosted her bare neck.

Elizabeth impaled herself on him, her mouth going into an 'O' shape as she got use to him being inside her. Jack leaned back and cursed.

"Jezzis Christ... Lizzie..." Jack moaned as said lady began making small circles with her hips, experimenting how deep she wanted him inside.

Once Elizabeth was done venturing, she lifted herself almost fully off of his member and moved down on it again. She created a slow, agonizing pace; but as promise, she started to create the sweet friction and began moving faster. She gasped at the feel of Jack moving in and out of her, feeling his dirty nails dig into her thighs as she thrusted against him.

Jack swore again, and looked at her between the slits of his eyes. God, if he thought she was beautiful before, then she was brilliant now. Radiant. Gorgeous, and any other word he could think of to describe her beauty. The pace she was creating was... maddening, and he knew he would not hold on much longer.

"Ja-"

"Lizzie... your wonderful..."

Elizabeth gasped and moaned, and that snapped Jack's control. He gripped Elizabeth's hips and rolled her underneath him.

"Jack!"

Jack began thrusting deep into her, his mouth occupied by leaving hot kisses on her neck. Elizabeth began chanting Jack's name under her breath, and locked her legs around his waist, encouraging him not to stop. Jack kept pounding into her, watching her body move against those lovely black satin sheets, and felt her channel contract around his phallus. The end was coming near.

"Elizabeth..." Jack squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his cock tremble. But he was a gentleman, and a gentleman always let a lady go first.

Elizabeth's eyes snapped open at the warm sensations she was feeling, and lifted her head to Jack's chest. Her mouth was in a perfect 'O' as she felt all that delicious warmth pool out of her, and she hissed Jack's name through her lips.

Jack thrusted two more times before his release came, grunting and screaming "ELIZABETH!" as the last of his orgasm subsided. He shuddered; and dropped down onto Elizabeth's chest, breathing heavily. His lips crashed down on hers, and they kissed eachother until their passion dimmed.

Elizabeth sighed when Jack rolled off of her, feeling content and fulfilled. She grinned and rolled to her side, placing her hand on Jack's bare chest. He was grinning like a happy idiot, and Elizabeth had to admit that he was quite handsome in his afterglow.

"Glad you waited seven hours?" she asked.

"Very. Ye were right-" Jack looked down at her. "-it did make it taste much sweeter."

Elizabeth smiled and gave Jack one of her special kisses, the kind she knew that he could never get enough of. She rested her head in the crook of his shoulder, and sighed when she felt Jack place the top satin sheet on them. They laid there in a comfortable silence until exhaustion took over, lulling them into a deep (but contented) sleep.

The End