Disclaimer. Much as it pains me to say it, I still only own Ben! If I owned the other characters, there would be no story – Jack would be otherwise engaged! (He he!)
Well, we've got to Jack and Lizzie's Wedding Night – PLEASE be warned – smut, smut smut!
It's a long chapter – please bear with me. It didn't work split into two – it lost the flow…so to speak!
Chapter Nine
The Night Before The Morning After.
"I really shouldn't drink anymore." Elizabeth protested as he handed her the bottle of champagne.
"Sit.", was his answer, and he lowered himself into a chair. Elizabeth stared at his tanned fingers, such a powerful contrast to the crystal goblet he held. Her gaze drifted over him – so handsome in impeccably tailored white breeches, a crisp white shirt and a brocade waistcoat of rich, wine red. He stared right back at her, like a wild cat ready to pounce.
Her vision suddenly went fuzzy, and she tilted her head as if to straighten out the edges. She knew that if she sat down it would put her at a disadvantage, that she might not be able to rise and he would have to help her.
The champagne bubbles tickled her nose as she took a sip. She averted her eyes from him and turned her attention to her surroundings.
"This is all so lovely," she said, and reached to touch a pink rose. "Pink roses are my favourite.", and she plucked one from the bunch, closed her eyes and inhaled its sweet fragrance.
Enchanted, Jack watched her. She looked so irresistible, a rose in one hand, a glass of champagne in the other. He reached for her, his hand clasping her fragile wrist. He pulled her in close, between his knees, and he could feel her warmth. She stared down at their hands – his so large and masculine, hers slim and delicate. Their wedding rings glinting in the candlelight. He gave her a little tug so that she would look at him.
"Are ye drunk?", he asked.
She blinked. "Drunk?"
He smiled. "Yes…ye know." He traced his fingers over the delicate skin of her inner wrist, where the pulse rapped furiously. "Inebriated."
"No…," she answered carefully, but he could tell she had some trouble forming the word.
"Good. 'cause I want ye to remember every detail of what I'm goin' to do to ye tonight."
She watched him set his drink down. "Do?", she echoed, vaguely.
"Do." He repeated, and lifted her hand to kiss her wedding ring. "With you," , he went on, his voice growing husky, "to you, for you. Now." He tugged her closer, ignoring her little gasp. "There will be nothing left unfinished, no interruptions –"
"Jack, I –"
"And no," he continued as he took her glass from her and brought it to his lips, "protests."
Watching him drink from her glass released such an erotic sensation in Elizabeth, that she could not take her eyes from his sensual mouth upon the rim, remembering it, the previous night, on her own skin. Her heart knocked against the walls of her chest as he lifted the glass to her lips and urged her to drink from where his mouth had warmed the glass. Her gaze locked with his, and a breathlessness assailed her as she took his offering and wet her lips. Was she drunk? Or just drunk on him – his face, his scent, those mesmerising, thick lashed and kohl rimmed eyes that held hers and burned with dark passion?
"Ye look beautiful, luv. Ye were meant t' drink that champagne." He took the glass from her weakening fingers and set it on the table. "T' wear silks, t' grace elegant ballrooms with yer beauty…" He grinned crookedly, teasing her with the glint of gold, "See…ye even bring out the poet in me!"
A treacherous heat began to seep through her as his words poured seductively over her. He spanned his hands around her small waist, and she stared down at them. He pulled her closer, so that her skirt brushed his inner thighs, and she went light-headed. She tried to jerk back but her body was slow on reacting. Frowning, she met his gaze.
Jack smiled as he looked at her. Her eyes sparkled with strange lights from the candles – tiny white flames leaping in their depths. "Lizzie – I shall only ever call ye 'Lizzie."
She touched his jaw with her fingertips, shaking her head. "My name," she whispered over the pounding of her heart, "is 'Lizzie Sparrow!"
Jack swallowed, thickly. The rose-gold candlelight illuminated her face, and he knew, that she was, for the first time, trusting him fully.
As she stared at him, he thought of how small, how delicately made she was, and he…well…he would have to take extreme care with her, so he would not hurt her. How could he go slow with her, though, when he wanted her so desperately, so deeply? His entire body was one, big ache. He wanted to put her astride him, bury himself in her, hard and fast and deep. It was a colossal effort to stay seated when all his muscles strained towards her.
He took her hand and turned it so he could kiss her palm. Touching his tongue to the centre of her hand, he felt her shudder. Gentle, he told himself, his breathing becoming laboured as he kept his lips on her palm. He closed his eyes, the taste of her lingering upon his mouth, and placed her hand upon his neck, under his collar.
Elizabeth watched his eyes as Jack lifted his head, and almost gasped at the naked, vulnerable need he revealed to her. She traced an idle pattern over his neck, wiping away the fine film of sweat with her fingers.
"Undress me.", he said.
She drew her hand back as if stricken. Dazed, she shook her head. "I…! can't"
"Yes, ye can, luv.", and he began to help her, shrugging out of his waistcoat, then bringing her hand to the front of his shirt.
She stopped at the centre of his chest, where she could feel the planed angles against the back of her trembling fingers. The ache had become so thick in her throat, she could not swallow.
"Jack, I can't – please."
He guided her hand down his shirt and helped her pull the shirt tails out of his breeches. His shirt then pooled on the floor. His bare skin gleamed in the faint glow. "Now touch me.", he said, his eyes scorching hers.
The rose she still held dropped to his lap, resting intimately against his arousal. He took her hands and placed them on his shoulders and her fingers tightened reflexively upon his flesh. She hesitated, then began her exploration. Her hands skimmed over his muscular shoulders, riding the granite muscle that shifted under her tingling palms and shaking fingers. As she continued her descent down his body, a languorous heat began to spill through her veins.
"Your beautiful.", she breathed, and her heart leapt as she saw him smile that lazy, sensual smile that never failed to captivate her.
"No-one has ever called me beautiful before.", he said, with a laugh. "an' I think I wou'd have knocked anyone out who might dare –"
He sucked in a sharp breath as her hands drifted lower, smoothing over the hard planes of his belly. His body ached with restrained passion. He thought he would burst under her touch…but then she ran her hands up his arms, testing, squeezing the muscles, circling his biceps. Her palms slid up his shoulders again, his neck, then she was touching his face, fingers skimming his forehead and trailing down over his eyes, nose and chin.
"I love your face.", she told him. "I love the strength, the scars, the crinkles at the corners of your beautiful, limpet eyes."
Jack felt an ache hit his loins like a sword strike. His body was throbbing, pounding for her. Sweat broke out on his brow. He wanted to taste her, touch her, bury himself inside her. Now!"
He caught her wrist, his hand shaking. He caught the puzzled look that flashed into her eyes and said raggedly, "When ye touch me like that, I want to take ye, and take ye, and take ye, 'til we're so buried in each other we can't breathe." His voice was hoarse and thick and acutely arousing, making Elizabeth weak with the erotic picture he was painting.
"I want t' die inside ye, luv. I want to fill ye, feel yer sweet flesh take me until it can't take one inch more –"
She was gasping, her eyes sliding shut at the impact of his words. Her breasts had grown taut and full, her nipples tight and puckered, her body melting, wet and warm and waiting for him. And he hadn't even touched her!
He sat with her between his legs, his face etched with tension and hunger. Her body was taut as a bow, and just looking at him ignited such piercing physical pleasure, she already felt his possession. It was shattering, terrifying, to realise that she would never be free of him, that something inside her would die should anything happen to him. That the memory of him would forever numb her to loving any other man.
He had promised her that he would be her master in bed. She believed it. Wanted it. Wanted him.
She plunged her fingers into his thick, dark hair, holding handfuls of it. She leant down to breathe its scent – his scent – salt, sweat and desire.
"You have the hair of a pirate.", she whispered, and felt him shudder as her hands moved over his back, "and the body of a stallion." His low growl created another rush of moisture between her thighs. She saw the fine film of sweat glistening on his skin and became drunker still on his rich, musk warm scent.
"Ye make me burn, 'Lizzie, luv.", Jack whispered hoarsely, and, unable to tolerate one more instant of tension, he lifted his hand to her bodice. Quickly, he released all of the tiny buttons that shielded her from his view. He spread the dress open to reveal her lacy camisole, and, under it, her round, ripe breasts, quivering for his touch.
Blood roared in a torrent through Jacks body. He tugged her sleeves down till they lay just above her elbows, trapping her, but jutting her breasts towards him. Groaning, he captured one taut nipple through the material of her camisole, pulling the aroused flesh into his hot, open mouth. Elizabeth arched and cried out at the delicious torment, her fingers twining into his hair. He moved to the other breast, and the rasp of his tongue on her throbbing nipple, took her to the point of insanity. She pressed her thighs together in an effort to ease the empty ache between them. Her head fell back as he tasted her.
"Jack – Jack!"
He growled low, moving his head from side to side, teasing her nipple between his teeth as he fondled the other breast with his hand, squeezing, kneading the firm flesh. Desire splintered through her in hot shards of pleasure, and she moaned as he licked a nipple through the already wet fabric. It was maddening that he had not yet removed her camisole and she arched against his mouth, her hands digging into his head to press his mouth closer.
"Ummm.", Elizabeth murmured at the delicious pleasure of his hands and mouth on her flesh. He lifted his head and slid his warm hand inside her chemise to cup her bare breast. A soft sound of pleasure erupted in her throat, and she moved her shoulders, begging him to free her.
"Not yet.", he whispered, hotly, leaning back to look at her. She made another frustrated move, causing her breasts to tremble, and the erotic sight aroused him to the point of agony.
Heat erupted in him, a fierce pounding heat that slammed into his loins with the force of a storm wind. He couldn't wait any longer.
Jack grasped her camisole in both hands and tore it in two. It came apart in his hands, and her breasts spilled free. He groaned, pulling her close so he could fasten his mouth onto her nipple.
Elizabeth cried out as shafts of wet heat spiralled down to her thighs. Staggering pleasure gripped her loins, as his tongue licked and sucked, sliding over and around her aroused flesh. She fell against him, but he was ready for her, pulling hr down on his lap and covering her mouth with his own, hot and fierce. Her arms were still trapped and he freed them slightly, then stopped to press her breast upwards with the heel of his hand. He rubbed her sensitive nipple with his calloused palm, making her moan softly and squirm to be out of her dress.
"I've been waiting a year,", he said against her trembling lips, "but it feels like I've waited a lifetime for ye."
He slanted his mouth across hers in one direction, then another, his tongue plunging into her mouth, seductively withdrawing, only to penetrate again. As he kissed her, he eased her arms free so she could, at last, put them around his neck. He slid his hand to her ribs, rasping her skin with his rough, practised fingers.
"Ye skin is like honey, luv. Smooth an' sweet an' golden."
She smiled dreamily, closing her eyes as she let him explore her breasts. He brushed his fingers over the nipples, then tugged until they ached, a surging rapture swirling through her heated body.
"Ohh…Jack!"
"Ye like that?" He asked huskily, but she didn't have to answer. Her skin was like a sheet of flame, her body swollen and lush as she pressed it against his. He kissed her again, and her lips parted, her breath mingling with his. His tongue slowly entered her mouth, twining with hers, filling the velvety interior with slow, deep strokes. She clung to his shoulders, sinking into his delicious male heat.
She could feel his rigid length, against her bottom, ready for her. Instinctively she moved against it. He made a gruff sound and his tongue dove deeper, demanding she follow his rhythm. She did, taking all that she could of him. She felt lava flowing through her, moisture pulsing out in soft bursts, drowning her in need. How could she have known it would feel so good?
"Let's get ye undressed, luv.", Jack muttered against her mouth.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he laid her down carefully. He ran his tongue lightly around her trembling lips, lingering on the surprisingly full upper one, before he lifted his head. A wave of unbearable longing swept through her and she reached blindly for him.
He became lost in her, lowering his head to spread fevered kisses across her burning skin. "Oh God, luv –"
She could feel him shudder as he slid down the length of her, his hands following the scorching trail of his lips. Somehow, he still had the rose, and he plucked a few velvety petals, crushing them into her skin. Back up, his lips went to taste the perfume upon her quivering flesh, his tongue licking and sucking, until her nipples were hard, wet and reddened. She writhed under his hands, his mouth, the ardent words he pressed against her acutely aroused body.
"Look at that,", he whispered hotly, and touched each nipple with a fingertip. "Look at ye!" He let the backs of his fingers drift tantalisingly over the taut peaks. "If ye not the most beautiful…look at ye, luv."
When she shook her head, her dazed eyes locking on his, he smiled tenderly.
"Yer softer even than the petal of a rose." He laid his hand on her stomach, and felt her body tighten.
"Are ye afraid, luv?"
"Yes." Her voice sounded tiny over the blood pounding in her head.
Jacks eyes softened. He cupped her face, his thumb running over her bottom lip. "Don't be," he murmered, and lowered his head to brush her mouth with his – just a whispering, champagne scented kiss. Elizabeth forgot her fears as her desire heightened. She should be more afraid, - for so many reasons – but she wanted him so intensely, with a yearning so extreme, that her love and need overrode everything. She could only feel.
But then he left her, standing to tug off his boots, then unfasten his breeches. He kept his gaze on her, but she watched his hand. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers brushed his bulging arousal. She couldn't look away. Even as his breeches came undone and he pulled them off, she stared at his throbbing shaft, vibrant and pulsing with need. He was big and strong and undeniably male and she suddenly felt small and vulnerable. Stricken by the size of him, she lifted her gaze slowly to his. "You can't…"
He stroked her cheek. "I can," he said, "don't worry luv. I'll go easy with ye."
His hands were gentle as he quickly stripped away her dress and undergarments, shoes and stockings, and she was suddenly bare, her flushed skin glowing in the candlelight. But she shrank from the consuming heat in his eyes, the passion in his face.
"Jack, I –"
"Hush."
He was over her, covering her body with his, with his heat and his power. She almost cried out from the intense pleasure of feeling his weight upon her. He took her mouth in a kiss both tender and passionate. When he pulled away, their eyes met.
"What do I do?, she asked softly, her fingers tangling in the thick braid tied at his neck. "I know nothing about this – nothing at all. You have to teach me, Jack."
Jack tamped down the surge of primitive pleasure. She was sweet, sensual and giving. He wanted her more than he wanted his next breath. He could feel their hearts pounding, almost in rhythm. The golden candlelight spilled over her hair, which fell in cascades over her bare shoulders and breasts. He touched his mouth to hers and felt the shudder of her breath.
"There be plenty of time for lessons, later, luv. I'll teach ye everythin' ye want to know. But first –" he lowered his voice, huskily "- I want ye to know this." He brought her hand down to his arousal, showing her how to caress the hard, pulsating flesh. She was an adept learner, and he groaned as violent shudders ran through him. He kissed her, ravaged her mouth with savage thrusts of his tongue. Then he tore his lips away and pressed them to her ear, where his breath beat hot and fast, much like the wild rhythm that pulsed in Elizabeth's blood.
"'m thinks," he said as he took her slim hand away and twined her fingers with his, "ye are a good pupil. Christ, 'Lizzie…your touch…"
But then he was touching her, his hand sliding over her bare stomach, fingers spreading, to tease her silky triangle of curls. Her pulses beat harder and faster, especially where his long fingers touched her. He was watching her with a fierce, heated expression and her body jerked as his land moved lower.
"Open ye legs, darlin'." She couldn't seem to move, though, so he eased her legs apart, his fingers combing through her blonde curls. Then he covered her with his palm, pressing, making her moan and arch under his touch.
"Jack –"
"Shh, luv. I won't hurt ye," His voice was so warm with tenderness, she began to relax as his fingers trailed down to where her moistness beckoned. His expert fingers brushed against her, slid inside her, and he groaned deeply as she cried out, straining towards him. His fingers stroked her, sliding in and out in a slow, bewitching rhythm that shattered her. Darting rushes of sensation burst within her, racing up her spine, spreading heat and fire throughout her body. She was twisting under his hands, his exquisite fingers sculpting her flesh and taking her from mounting pleasure to agonising ecstasy. Breathy whimpers escaped her lips as she trembled again and again. Jacks tongue came into her mouth, stroking with the same delicious rhythm as his fingers.
Elizabeth arched higher and higher. Sensation built like an inferno. Frightening yet freeing, making her feel like a high soaring eagle. Spasms raced down to pulse in the velvety softness where Jack caressed. His mouth was magic – on her breasts now, wet and achingly tight. She throbbed everywhere, most intently in her deepest core as he kept his hand against her. Tiny, inner convulsions tugged at her, the delight swelling and then bursting at last in shattering waves that engulfed her in a blistering, shimmering heat.
"Jack!"
He caught her cry in his mouth, then moved swiftly over her, settling between her parted thighs. He could feel hot pulsations against his belly and damped back on the ferocious urge to thrust himself into her silky, hot sweetness.
She stared up at him, with wet, smoky eyes, and his breath caught.
"I didn't know…" she whispered as he leant down to touch his tongue to the tear that traced her cheek.
He lifted his head and smiled down at her. "Ye still don't know." he said. Are ye ready for me, luv?" His loins were heavy and throbbing, his aching body begging for relief. When she nodded, her huge eyes trusting, he felt an ache so great he had to close his eyes.
"Oh, me darlin' angel." he breathed, kissing her mouth, her eyelids, her nose. He braced himself above her, and his hot hardness touched her, making her body jump convulsively. Damn…he didn't want to hurt her. She was so soft…and so small. He opened his eyes to see hers pinched shut.
"Open ye eyes." he whispered, and she did. Her eyes were misty with passion, and his control slipped. His swollen flesh pulsed at her throbbing entrance. "Your mine." he growled and began entering her. She cried out, a soft and wild sound. He covered her mouth with his own, his body sinking slowly into her.
"Tell me.", he said in a racked whisper.
Elizabeth watched his face, tight with passion, his burning eyes pure flame, consuming her. "I'm yours." she whispered. She felt his burning body enter hers by slow degrees. Alarm shot through her as she was inexorably stretched, her delicate skin unfolding to accommodate him. Panicked, she pushed her fists against his shoulders.
"Jack! I can't take you –"
"Shhh, hush", he soothed, stroking her hair as he looked deep into her eyes. "Ye are taking' me, darlin'. 'm inside ye now." He paused, his body shuddering as he exerted iron control not to plunge into her. Desperately, he sank deeper into her, wanting to absorb her through his own flesh. Her cries were sending him over the edge – clouding his mind with silvery mists.
Deeper and deeper he pushed into her tight, velvety heat. His need was so urgent, it pulled him towards insanity. Still her un-taught body resisted.
He was hot and solid, like steel. He gentled her with words and kisses, as he would a skittish colt, then exerted more pressure. She felt an instant of pain as Jack groaned, his hard flesh impaling her.
He stayed buried in her, the deep penetration staggering Elizabeth's senses. She whispered his name – her eyes closed. Jack waited. Letting her get used to the fullness inside her. He dared not move, fearing if he did, it would soon be over. He gritted his teeth, sweat beaded his brow as he fought for control. A pulsing ache shunted up his spine, and at last he began to move inside her. He pulled back, almost all of the way out of her, then with a long, slow stroke he pushed back in, creating new degrees of ecstasy for them both. His arms trembled violently on either side of her, as he thrust once more.
On the next thrust, their eyes met, they made Jack think of all of the different ways that light could fall on the ocean – lighting up the clear surface to find different shades below…and below…till there was only mystery and depth. He had to close his eyes as a different kind of ache flooded his chest. He steadily increased the tempo, delving into the sweet centre of her body, filling her as he burned with fever at the sound of her cries. "Tell me ye want me!", he rasped in her ear.
"I want you.", she whispered back, kissing his neck.
He groaned and buried himself deep inside her.
It was too much, too fast. Screaming heat roared up and down his body. He slid his hands beneath her and lifted her up to receive his deep, urgent thrusts.
Searing waves of passion rushed through her, tumbling, dark torrents that flooded her senses, then light, blinding white, as she was taken to the pinnacle and left with pure sensation, so intense as to be almost unbearable. She cried out, drowning, shuddering, clenching till Jacks slamming thrusts sent her high again, higher than before. She arched and he took her, both melting into the violent maelstrom.
Jack cried out hoarsely as she shattered around him, tugging him off the edge of the world. Heat fogged his mind as he poured himself into her, then spun away in ecstasy, their cries of delight carrying out across the vast ocean.
Well, that's it – Jack and 'Lizzies Wedding Night! What a lucky, lucky lady!!! (Oops…hope my Hubbie doesn't read that!)
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Only 3 chapters to go! Smut in the next one…but not as much as this! I need a rest!
