Part Three

Anamaria awoke from a dream panting and sweating. Her breeches soaked through at the crotch and she knew Jack Sparrow and his stupid emotionless attachment were the reasons why. She sat up slowly catching her breath and feeling a bit like a 15 year old because she hadn't dreamed about a man since then. She flexed her legs and could still feel the pulsing, heat between them. She pressed them together, trying to stop the feeling but it wasn't enough tension.

"Blasted!" She said under her breath as she felt the heat rise to her coffee colored skin, and a hand slipped under the covers and then her breeches. Her bottom lip slipped under her tongue and her legs opened wider. Her mind replayed her dream as her hand turned into Jack's. Big fingers, large and wide knuckles. She crooked a finger against her inner walls, the way she remembered him doing it and let out a moan.

"Do ye want help luv?" Jack said from her doorway since he already knew the lock didn't work properly. He had came to apologize about earlier.

"Jack!" She half moaned and half shrieked. She immediately closed her legs and pulled her fingers out of her entrance.

"Don't stop on my account. It's not everynight I get to see a woman's pleasure when I'm not the cause." He said smirking. She felt her slippery fingers beneath the blanket and knew he had seen everything.

"Wha-what do ye want?!" She said still catching her breath. She was mortified but would not give him the satisfaction of knowing it. Her heart was beating wildly like a caged thing and he closed the door approaching her bed.

"I came to say sorry luv but now...I'm wondering what sparked this lovely scene." He said softly but the smirk left his handsome face. He grabbed a chair and sat down with his front pushed up against the back of the chair.

"It's nothing. Can you leave me be?" She said trying to slow her arousal. The worst part of this whole scene was that her mind was quietly reminding her that the object of her fantasies was only about two feet away.

"Fine. It's you're gonna finish that though keep the moans down. If not I'll assume ye want me to come back and help." He grinned and touched her hand letting his fingers grasp her own tightly.

"I'm sure ye remember how I can make you moan right, luv? How loud ye beg and how loud ye-"

"Jack!" She breathed out all breathy and harsh. She had to shut him up. He smiled again and gave a curt nod before all words were lost between them.

"Do ye really wanna help?" She asked. Her voice and choice of words very out of character for her.

"More than anything Anamaria." Jack said and his honesty made her belly tight.

"Let me watch you touch yourself, and I'll let you watch me do the same." She said pulling down the blanket and sitting up a little.

Jack didn't need anymore encouragement. They had never played this game before. But if Anamaria was honest with herself it was something she often dreamed of.

"May I?" He asked to lay on her bed and she grinned before moving to make room for him too. They kissed but the moment his lips left her own for her neck, she moved away. Taking the hint, Jack kissed her once more, his tongue finding a wet, slippery home in her mouth.

She moaned a little before moving so there was distance between them again. Jack watched her take off her shirt, the slightly, dinghy white cottom floating to the floor. Then the breeches were next and he sat up for that.

"Don't touch. Remember." She said as her eyes linked with his. He took a gulp that was audible and that made her laugh.

"Why do I amuse ye?"

"Because of the way ye staring Jack...it's like ye never seen me before."

Jack grinned. He moved closer blowing a line of air down her chest making her nipples peak almost painfully.

"I never seen a more beautiful sight. I regret not seeing ye like this everynight."

"Why?"

"If ye let me touch then I'd be able to show you."

She smiled at that and opened her legs to get a better reaction from him. Jack licked his lips taking in the full view of her center.

"Your turn. Let me see you." She soflty commanded. Jack's greedy eyes flicked from her face to her center and back before his mind caught on.

"As ye wish, Ana." He said giving her a wink.

The female pirate turned on her side and watched her friend, ex-lover, and captain take off his jacket first. The heavy garment she grabbed in her hands and inhaled his scent deeply.

"Ye smell so good Jack.": She said more to herself than to him. He laughed and threw his shirt off then handed it over to her.

"Keep this one then that way you can inhale my scent whenever you want." She smiled at that as she stuffed the shirt between the pillows.

Once his pants came off her attention slipped. He had always been beautiful and tonight was no different. His manhood jutted forth almost straining from his taut belly. The head was large and blub shaped and Ana ran her tongue across her teeth. She remembered what he tasted like, all salt and softness. His essence she found the memory to recall had been heady and sweet.

"What are you thinking?" He asked shifting closer and lazily beginning to stroke himself. Their eyes met and she blushed.

"I was remembering the way you taste."

"Yeah? Funny that luv because I was thinking about the way you taste too. Care to change ye mind and remember again?" He whispered and she moved until she was straddling him.

"No. I want this but I don't want you inside me."

"Ana please?" Jack almost begged but she only shook her head in disagreement.

"No more talking. Just watch." She said as she languidly kissed him. His fingers finding her center again as she leaned over him. His large, tan hand stroking her hip softly, as his other hand increased the speed of his strokes.

She placed a hand on his chest and ran her fingers up and down tenderly. She braced herself on top of him so that her hand had lots of space to play, and at the same time making sure she was close enough to feel his thighs against her own.

They stared in each other's eyes, chocolate flames upon equally chocolate flames. Anamaria let out a shaky breath before Jack winked at her and flipped them making her fingers loose their pace.

"What?" She asked all out of breath.

"Shh...just imagine if you let me inside."

"Mmmm..." Was all she could say as Jack touched the side of her faces. He placed his forehead against her own as she put another finger inside herself. Her thighs soaked and shaking and Jack licked his lips as she repeated the act.

"Are you close Ana, luv?" He whispered in her ear as his strokes became even faster. Sweat was dripping from his chest down on her own.

"Yes. Yes." She panted out and closing her eyes as she felt some of his cream fall on her stomach.

"Let me inside...tell me you don't want to feel me when I finish inside. My Anamaria." Jack said in the shell of her ear and those words tore her apart. She arched up pulling him down until their centers were directly in contact. She she refused to let him in.

Her back arched and she rubbed herself against him like a cat. Their essences mixing as Jack groaned out his release. She accepted his weight as he collapsed on her. Then she did a very loving thing, she rubbed a hand up and down his back for comfort.

"Well, that was different." He said with a cheeky grin as he moved off her and then pulled her close.

"I always wanted to do that Jack."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She shrugged. Jack lifted her chin up with his fingers.

"Well you know you can tell me anything right luv."

"I do. I just...I thought you weren't into anything except the actual act." She said.

"Ill take you anyway you will let me." Jack said with a smile. She kissed him then.

You can stay if you want. Pirate." She said as he playfully punched him in the arm. They drank together as the sun arose.