"Mr. Drummond, how come he's not come back yet?" little Emelia Kraven demanded. Her fierce, yet worried, dark brown eyes stared up at the elder through the tangle of jet black hair that framed her little round face. She looked about eight years old.
Mr. Vincent Drummond, looking ten years younger and stronger than what he looked like in the present day, smiled down at this little girl who's been more like the daughter he lost many years ago than the little daughter of his late friend John Kraven and wife Jenna Kraven. "Don't ye be worryin' little missy," Mr. Drummond gently told the impatient girl. Even after retiring from life on the sea nearly ten years ago, he still carried his rough accent. "Yer brother will come back to ye. 'E always does." Yet even as he spoke these words of comfort to her, these words didn't seem to have any real meaning or gave any real comfort to he, himself.
Little Emelia, reassured for the moment, turned her gaze away from her caretaker and looked off towards the deep blue sea spread wide out in front of them. It was nearing sunset, and from their view on the plain porch of their three bedroom home up on top one of the many hills surrounding the port town of Bridgetown, the soft mix of the sunset against the blue backdrop of the sky was magnificent in the almond-shaped eyes of the little girl.
Without looking at Mr. Drummond, Emelia asked, "Why did he have to go along with Andrew Turnbull and his father on the Sea Serpent?" Had she been looking at Mr. Drummond when she had posed the innocent question, she would have seen a dark and even nervous look cross the elder's face.
"Tobias wanted t'see how young Andy's father caught the fish tha' 'e takes to the market in town," Mr. Drummond finally replied. He ran a tanned hand through his graying auburn hair and inwardly sighed with relief. Just one more day - one more day that Emelia doesn't have to know, he thought wistfully.
Emelia's little pink lips stuck out slightly in a pout and she plopped down on the top step of the porch. Leaning forward, she propped her elbows heavily on her skinny knees and let her head settle on her fists. "He could'a let me gone with him," she whimpered.
Placing a hand on one of the wooden beams that supported the porch roof, Mr. Drummond slowly sat down next to the little girl and placed a comforting hand on the small of her back. "There, there milady," he told her gently. "This was sumthin' tha' a boy 'asta do."
Emelia glared down at the dirt ground. She spotted an ant crawling along a thin crack on the ground and focused her anger onto the bug. "I'm as good as any of the other boys," she mumbled resentfully to herself. "I'm even better than some of them!" That last one she accidentally said out loud. She quickly turned her head to Mr. Drummond and saw him staring down at her in a bemused expression on his weather-weary old face.
"Are ye daft, missy?" he asked after a moment, although his yellowing amber eyes showed that he was only teasing. "I know tha' I don't make ye go to school fer nothing!" Mr. Drummond was spared from having to be answered when he noticed that Emelia was now sitting up with an expression of happiness and excitement on her face as she stared out into the distance in front of them.
Then with a great shout that left the older man's ears ringing, Emelia shot out from the porch and was running down the beaten path leading away from the house towards the pre-teen boy walking up the path. When Mr. Drummond had turned his full attention forward, he became the spectator of the scene of two siblings, one hugging her brother like she never wanted to let go, and the brother holding onto his sister tenderly to his long, lanky body.
Little Emelia suddenly stepped out of her brother's warm embrace, and then she punched him, although not hard, on his chest. "What took you so long?" she demanded. Emelia placed her little fists on her waist and glared up at her older brother.
Despite the slight annoyance at having to be hit by his little sister, Tobias Kraven managed to grin down at her. "Aww, you shouldn't be jealous 'cuz you didn't get to come, Emelia," he teased.
Emelia crossed her arms over her chest and stomped her left foot down hard on the ground. "That's not funny!" she practically screamed. "I thought you were never coming back!"
Twelve year old Tobias' grin slipped off from his handsome boyish features and was replaced with a guilty look. "I'm sorry," he apologized and brought his little sister into his arms again. "I didn't mean to worry you, Em," he added.
Emelia barely had registered her brother's loving reassurance when she felt as if she had been ripped out from his arms and was being pulled away from him by an unknown force.
"Tobias!" she cried out in fright, stretching out her arms to her brother, but it was not her brother anymore who was standing at the dirt pathway. It was Jack.
"Jack!"
High up in the crow's nest of the Black Pearl, twenty-eight year old Emelia Kraven sat straight up with a start, gasping for air as if she had been drowning with cold sweat tickling down her back. Once she had come back to the real world, she then noticed the slight sway of the crow's nest from her earlier abrupt awakening and slowly placed one hand on the edge and one hand on the mast behind her, keeping them there until it was still again.
Her earlier heaving breathing was contained now so that she breathed deeply through her nose, eyes closed tight as the images of her dream replayed over and over in her mind. However, it wasn't a dream, but a memory that was twenty years old; at least for the most part up until the ending. Em sighed and shook her head, wiping the sweat off her brow with her sleeve. With her unoccupied hand, she blindly groped around, but when she didn't feel the familiar cold glass bottle of rum, Em opened her eyes and looked around.
A small grimace appeared across her face, and she moaned, "No wonder I had a nightmare like that." Shaking her head once more, she slowly stood up, slipped Jack's trench coat on, and then began to climb down the net.
When her feet had touched the ground, Em cautiously looked around the main deck, breathing a sigh of relief as she found it empty - until she spotted something that nearly made her heart stop, that is.
To her far left at the stern side of the Pearl where the helm was located at, Em spotted one of the double doors of Jack's quarter slightly ajar. Heart now pounding thunderously in her chest, Em quietly traversed across the deck until she stood within a yard away from the doors. She warily looked to her left, and then to her right, but saw no shadow that might have belonged to her rogue captain counterpart. Cautiously, Em stepped closer and tilted her head to the side, inching her ear closer towards the crack. To her immense relief, she heard Jack Sparrow's soft snores from within the room.
Smiling slightly to herself now, and feeling her confidence seeping back into her bones, Em stood back. Reaching towards the door knob, she quietly closed the open door before turning sharply around on the balls of her heels and made her way towards the hatch leading down to the other decks.
The old wooden stairs creaked and groaned along with the rest of the ship as Em began to descend down the steps. Spotting a lit lantern hanging off a long nail stuck onto the first wooden beam she approached, Em quietly took the lantern and then proceeded on her way down the second flight of steps that led into the crew's quarters.
She stood silently amidst the crescendo of snores and other odd sounds coming from the sleeping crew. Holding the lantern up high, she scanned the whole deck until her dark brown eyes landed on the sleeping figure of Tim McIlrath. Just staring across the room at his handsome features made Em want to kill him in his sleep.
She had not heard a peep from him since three days ago when they had their first music night on the ship. Em had heard nothing, but saw a lot. Whenever Jack and Tim thought she wasn't looking, there had been many exchanges of venomous (on Tim's part) or challenging/smug (on Jack's part) looks between the two. It was slightly driving her nuts. And sometimes Mr. Gibbs' words would repeat in her mind: Terrible bad luck to have a woman onboard. Rowdy-ing up the men.
But it was not just making her start to believe she was "rowdy-ing up the men" that made Em want to harm Tim. As she had reflected upon the last scenes of her dream back up in the crow's nest, Em knew, just simply yet complicatedly knew that it had been Tim who had been the unforeseen force that had ripped her away from Tobias-from Jack.
At that moment, Tim grunted loudly in his sleep, and it started a chain reaction of grunts and louder snores all around the quarters. Em glared at Tim, although it really wasn't his fault that
she had at least five years of her life frightened out of her or that her heart was beating overtime for the second time that night. Muttering darkly under her breath, Em turned away and began going down the stairs again.
Em hung the lantern at the entrance of the wine cellar before walking right in. She let her delicate-looking fingers skim across the cold bottle necks that protruded out from the caches until she stopped at least mid-way and grabbed hold onto one of the bottle necks. Carefully, Em slid the bottle out of its place and held it up high so that the amber liquid caught the dim lighting. Turning her back on the entrance door, Em uncorked the bottle and drank deep, closing her eyes as she savored every cool drop that cascaded down her throat. With the familiar fuzzy feeling in the back of her head, Em lowered the bottle from her wet lips and slightly leaned on a part of the wine cellar that was empty of wine bottles as she downed the rum until she couldn't think past drinking herself drunk.
When the last drop of rum had been consumed with a gusty sigh, Em lowered the bottle once more and pushed off from the wine cellar. For a moment, it felt as if the ground had lurched from underneath her, and she was swaying precariously, head spinning and eyelids drooping. Em suppressed the urge to burp and giggled slightly as she placed a hand on a nearby wooden beam to steady herself. She corked the empty bottle and had every intention of putting it back where she had taken it when suddenly a hand wrapped around her upper left arm and spun her around. Em lost hold of the bottle, and it went crashing to the already dirty floor. Em blinked a couple of times until her cloudy vision focused on a pair of green eyes staring down at her.
An annoyed expression flitted across her drunken facial features. "What're you doin' here?" she slurred angrily. "You have no righ' t'be touching me!"
Tim knew before he had gazed down on Em's flushed face and hazy dark eyes that she would be drunk; even if she had drunk her first bottle of rum.
Which made seducing her all the sweeter.
Without a word, Tim gripped her other shoulder and kissed her hard on the lips. He heard Em scream in protest against his lips and try to push him away, but Tim held the back of her head to keep her from getting away. Out of the corner of his right eye, he saw Em's left fist rise up to hit him, but he was ready. Just mere inches away from almost being knocked over, Tim clapped one of the two iron cuffs on Em's wrist. Quickly before she had time to process what was happening, Tim let go of Em's head and cuffed her other hand.
Em, who was now fully sobered up, glared daggers up at Tim. "Release me or I will have every man on this ship awake and hunting you down!" she demanded fiercely.
Tim took the chain that linked the cuffs and yanked it hard towards him so that Em all but fell against his chest. "Well then I wouldn't want that," he whispered into her hair.
In a second, Em was pushed back into a wooden beam. Before she could react, Tim had hooked the chain onto a hook high above her head making her virtually his prisoner. Torn painfully between wanting to save her dignity and wanting to save herself, Em made up her mind that dignity could go to the depths of the ocean. She opened her mouth to scream, but Tim pressed his lips on hers once more, placing his hands on either side of her head as she thrashed from underneath him. Em tried to scream again, but Tim bit down hard on her bottom lip. Em tasted the salty metallic taste of her own blood as she closed her eyes tight and kept her lips firmly pressed together. Goosebumps of disgust rose on her skin as she endured the wet feeling of Tim's rough tongue slide over her bleeding lip. Her head spun and her stomach clutched so hard that she wished nothing more than to throw up right now.
She tried one desperate attempt to unhook herself off from the hook above but only succeeded in making her wrists burn as the sharp edges of the cuffs rubbed painfully on her skin. Em felt Tim's hands began to slide over the laces that held the silk corset she wore underneath Jack's trench coat and knew what was going through his mind immediately. She began to thrash her body around like she had never done before, but Tim only pressed the lower half of his body up against her and grabbed a fistful of her long hair. He finally withdrew his lips from hers and yanked her head back so that she was made to look into his lust-filled green eyes. She could see some places that her blood had smeared around his lips and a deep pit of hate formed in her stomach even as his free hand began to undo the top rows of laces.
"When the time is right, I'll see you to Davy Jones," Em vowed venomously. Half of her corset was open and unlaced, and Tim's fingers were starting on the top buttons of the plain, long-sleeved cotton shirt she wore underneath.
Tim smirked slowly, lecherously. If Em didn't know any better, she'd say he was bewitched or something. "Well then I guess the time isn't right for you," he replied.
Tim made to press his lips on hers again, but a distinct loud click like a hammer of a pistol being cocked resounded from behind him.
Then a familiar rough voice said, "Now that's not a way to ever treat a lady, McIlrath."
Em closed her eyes and sighed heavily, for once since meeting him again relieved to hear Jack's voice. She felt Tim's weight off of her body, and when she snapped open her eyes, it was to see Tim facing Jack with his back towards her, cutlass drawn out.
For a brief moment, Jack's eyes flickered over to Em, and the sight he met fueled his anger at the young man standing in between them. Jack returned his attention to Tim with a cold, aloof gleam in his eyes. He saw the cutlass raised at him and lazily said, "Put that away son. It's not worth you bein' dead for."
Tim's facial features contorted and flushed in rage. "When I'm done with you, you'll be the one dead!" he shouted and lunged at Jack. Jack shook his head from side to side for a moment before ducking low under the high strike from Tim. While still under him, Jack pointed his pistol at
Tim's heart while with his other hand he grabbed the other's sword arm wrist. In one fluid motion, Jack twisted Tim's arm back so that the other was forced to drop his weapon, and raising his pistol high in the air, Jack brought the butt down hard on Tim's head, knocking him immediately unconscious.
Em had watched this whole scene with eyes wide with wonder at Jack's level-headedness and cunning which she had never really seen before. Her eyes followed Tim's body as Jack let it fall ungracefully at his feet. Bending down, Jack rifled through Tim's clothes before he produced the key that would unlock the cuffs.
Standing back up, Jack holstered his pistol back on his leather belt and turned around to face Em. The first thing he noticed was that Em had her head bent down so that her long hair fell into her face like dark curtains, obscuring her face completely from view. Finding that rather odd, Jack slowly walked up to her with the key still in hand. It was when he was at least three feet from her that he realized Em was slightly trembling.
"Emelia?" Jack asked softly as he stopped in front of her. Em did not look up. Now starting to become very concerned, Jack started to reach out to Em with his free hand, but Em spoke.
"Leave me Jack," she said softly. "Leave me in this pitiful, degrading state."
Jack heard loud and clearly, not the words, but the pleading and the misery that were the icing to her tone. He reached out and pushed the right side of Em's hair behind her multi-pierced ear. He immediately noticed her swelling bloody lip and the silent tears that cascaded down the revealed half of her face. Feeling his heart sink at what Em had correctly assumed as a "pitiful, degrading state", Jack cupped Em's chin and tilted her head up.
"Look at me love," Jack commanded when she had failed to meet his eyes.
Almost sullenly, Em acceded, and her dark eyes met Jack's eyes. "I thought I told you to leave me," she said with a strained edge to her tone.
The pad of Jack's thumb gently wiped away the smeared blood on her chin. When he touched the split part of her bottom lip, he felt Em try to jerk away from his touch, and Jack wanted nothing more right now than to hold her close to his body. He lowered his head towards her.
Em closed her eyes instinctively, but she never felt Jack's lips on her own. Instead, she heard his say, "I couldn't possibly leave you like this Emelia. No matter how tempting the idea might be." Em opened her eyes and only saw the twinkle in Jack's mesmerizing orbs. "There'd be too many questions from the crew-questions I wouldn't want asked. Savvy?" he added and winked at her.
However, both Jack and Em knew the real reason why he would never have left her there, and it softened and pained Em's heard. She was humbled by Jack's unspoken words.
"Corsair," she whispered softly, breathtakingly, lovingly.
Feeling the opportune moment too ripe to pass up, Jack closed the rest of the space between their lips and kissed her passionately.
Not even the burning pain on her bottom lip from the pressure of Jack's lips ruined this moment for Em as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. At the same time, she was acutely aware of Jack's hands slowly roaming up her body. They stopped briefly over at the tops of her exposed breasts before returning to their journey north.
Jack felt Em shudder in pleasure as his hands slid leisurely over her arms, but not before the tips of his fingers danced over the silver hoops that ran along the outer bridges of both of her ears. As he started to unlock her cuffs, he pressed his body harder on hers, receiving a delicious moan that gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue in the hot cavern of her mouth.
When Em heard the loud click of the locks and the pressure around her wrists gone (aided by Jack, who tried to rub the feeling back into her wrists), Em submissively let Jack pin her hands effortlessly on either side of her head.
Em somehow managed to break her lips away from Jack's and as he tried to catch his breath, Em whispered into his ear, "I love you."
Upon registering the sincerity in those three words, Jack seemed to freeze. He quickly diverted his eyes in the direction of the row of rum bottles to his left and said in a surprisingly brusque tone, "I seem to recall this very same situation back in Tortuga." He turned his gaze back to Em then, and there was something in his eyes that Em couldn't figure it out. "Except the roles were merely switched."
Not it was Em's turn to divert her eyes away from his accusing ones (which she now recognized). "I know," she whispered. "I'm sorry." But should she really be apologizing to Jack? Yes, she had told him to "forget about us", but from the days after she had told him this, it was not like he had made an effort to do as she had said. However, she was also to blame. Sometimes in the last few days when she was in Jack's company, Em would almost feel as if she could forgive Jack.
Jack slowly shook his head and pushed off of Em. "Don't think about it anymore, love," he told her in a softer tone. "C'mon, let's get outta here before Sleeping Beauty over there wakes up," he added as he threw a contemptuous look over his shoulder at Tim's unconscious body.
At the less than subtle mention of Timmothy McIlrath, Em's momentary subsided anger boiled back to the surface, which Jack caught a glimpse of in her eyes before Em had turned around to face the beam. Standing on her tip-toes, she unhooked the cuffs. Turning back around, she walked past Jack and over to Tim's form lying face down. With no regrets, Em kicked Tim hard on his right side so that he rolled onto his back. Kneeling down, she proceeded to clap the cuffs on him with two satisfyingly loud snaps.
Jack stepped closer to her, but still kept a considerable amount of distance between them. He wasn't going to ask if that was necessary because he knew it was, but-
"What are we supposed to do wiv him now?" he demanded. He wasn't about to let McIlrath lay in the brig, rotting away and eating rations of food that he didn't earn. Sure, keeping him far away from Em did cross his mind, but Jack was more practical than leaving him as a useless deadweight to his ship.
Em stood back up and turned to him with a grim look on her face. "I'm inclined to show him the kindness that he's done to me," she replied almost bitterly.
Jack caught on immediately, and in a few minutes of negotiation, they had Tim hanging off a higher hook at the far corner of the wine cellar where no one could find him behind a few empty crates.
"He almost looks like a dead duck," Em remarked, tilting her head a little to the side.
Jack smirked. "Exactly," he replied.
Em turned around to leave, but Jack placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her around. "Just wait a moment more darling," he told her and in a moment he was gone. A half a minute later, he was back and carrying a bottle of rum. He saw the confused look on Em's face and held the bottle to her. "For yer lip, love," he told her. "It's swelling up."
Em smiled as she took the bottle. "My gratitude," she replied.
Jack shook his head. "No Emelia," he said, "thank you fer holding me rum fer me." He grinned down at the sheepish look that crossed Em's face.
Leaving Tim, physically and mentally, Em and Jack started up the stairs. As they passed the cage of chickens that was located in the crew's quarters, the chickens seemed to cluck louder.
"Shh! Quiet!" Em hissed at them.
Jack rolled his eyes, withdrew his pistol from his belt, and pointed it at the cage. The clucking instantly ceased. "Heh, thought so," he remarked before they proceeded to go up the rest of the steps.
Em breathed in deeply the cold, fresh ocean air as she stepped onto the main deck. Her lip throbbed slightly under the cold glass of the bottle of rum, but other than that, her lip felt
perfectly fine and no longer bleeding. Taking the bottle away from her lip, she turned to Jack just as he emerged from the hatch.
He looked up and saw that Em was holding out his rum to him. "Thank-y love," he told her and took the bottle carefully and almost greedily from her hands.
"No Jack, thank you - for everything," Em said. She turned around and started towards the main mast, but Jack's hand once more was placed on her shoulder.
"Now Emelia, do you really think I'd let you stay all by your lonesome self up there with that addlepate sailor of yers still on this ship?" Jack demanded when Em had turned around to face him.
Em blinked and she opened her mouth to protest, but Jack was now pulling her by her left hand towards his quarters, saying over his shoulder, "Ah ah, no complaints from you, love! Yer sleepin' in me cabin fer now on where I can keep a close eye on you!" They burst in through the double doors, just stopping briefly for Jack to shut them with a snap and lock them before continuing to pull Em into the room.
Em yanked her hand away from Jack and tried to slap him across the face as he turned to face her, but Jack jerked his head back in time, watching as her hand whizzed past his face by a mere three inches. He sighed in relief before he was bombarded by Em's complaints.
"I don't need you to look after me!" she was practically yelling.
Jack's spine stiffened. "Oh, and I suppose you didn't need me help when McIlrath had ye hanging down there as he tried to seduce ye, eh?" he countered angrily. Jack knew as he uttered the name "McIlrath" that he had taken too far from the pained look that crossed Em's face, but it had to be said. She did need him whether her thick head let her understand it or not. Jack surprised Em by taking her roughly into his arms and holding her close to his body. "My sincere pardon, Emelia," he said into her ear. "I didn't mean for it to come out that way, but you can't always believe you alone can protect yerself."
Em closed her eyes. She knew his was right. "I know that Jack," she admitted, "but treating me as if I'm a fine porcelain doll isn't making it any easier for me to accept."
Jack pulled away from her but still held her by her upper arms. "Then I won't treat you like one 'cuz you certainly are not a porcelain doll," he told her.
Em smiled weakly up at him. "Where will I sleep, Jack?" she asked him. "That was the whole reason why I was sleeping up in the crow's nest in the first place," she reminded him.
Jack smiled down at her, revealing several of his gold teeth. "You'll take the hammock, and I in me chair," he told her and gestured with a grand sweep of his hand towards his writing desk. When he was sure Em wasn't going to say anything else, Jack released her and started for his desk, placing the bottle of rum on top of it as he went, but Em quickly moved towards him.
Jack spun around and caught Em around the shoulders before they collided. "What is it?" he demanded, with a trace of worry in his voice.
Swallowing hard, Em said, "I want to say I'm sorry, Jack."
Jack relaxed, and replied, "Ye already told me that, Emelia."
Em shook her head and held onto his arms tighter as if he would slip away from her if her hold was lax. "No, but you need to hear this." She took a deep breath and dove in. "That night back in Tortuga when you said you loved me-"
"Love, not loved. It's still in present tense," Jack quickly interjected.
Em placed the tips of her left hand on his mouth to keep him from interrupting anymore. "Hear me out," she pleaded. Jack nodded his head and noticed that Em still had her fingers on his lips. "When you said you loved me," she began, "and I reacted how I did-I didn't mean it." Em closed her eyes and felt Jack's arms encircle around her waist. "Jack, I've accepted that one day after this grand adventure we're in is over, you will have to leave me again." Em blinked and a tear drop rolled down her cheek. "But I want you to know that I still love you too," she finished. "I always have, and I always will."
Jack took her hand in his and pressed a kiss on her palm. "Belay that talk, Ms. Kraven," he told her in a soft, stern tone. "It's most unbecoming of you." Jack lowered his head and caught her lips with his own. Em closed her eyes again and returned the kiss with equal intensity. She felt his other hand slide up the front of her corset, and then he slowly began to untie the rest of the laces that held it together. Em's right hand ran through Jack's wild locks before grabbing his hat and tossing it behind her carelessly.
Her corset fell on the ground soundlessly, and she wrapped her arms around Jack's neck as he slowly lowered her onto the Persian rug. Jack noticed then that she still wore his coat and said huskily, "I believe ye have sumthin' of mine love, and I have every intention of getting it back."
Em grinned wickedly beneath him. "Jack Sparrow, you know that you don't have to take my love because I've always given it to you," she replied, but she did slip her arms out of Jack's trench coat anyway, letting it lie beneath her.
Jack's grin matched hers, and his eyes twinkled with lust. His hands were busy unbuttoning the rest of the buttons of her long-sleeved shirt. The tops of her breasts were already exposed for his eyes, but Jack wanted to properly reacquaint himself with the twins. Yet Em didn't want his attention on her breasts. She pulled his head down and kissed him hard, moaning as Jack's thumbs began to rub over her nipples. Jack thought of something better and pulled Em up, placing her on his lap, and the first thing she noticed once she was sitting down was his hard member poking at her through his trousers.
"Wretch," she moaned as Jack began to slowly suck on her breasts. She cradled his head to her chest and threw her head back, letting the pleasurable sensations sweep over her. Jack's hands pushed back her cotton shirt so that it fell off of her shoulders, and then he started on unbuckling her trousers. Em got on her knees and let her shirt slide off her arms and onto the ground before beginning to pull off Jack's own clothes off of him, starting with his upper half. Pushing away his dirty cotton shirt revealed his deep tanned muscular chest with two round scars on the left side. And standing out the most was the small golden pendant of the soaring bird carrying the bell in its beak.
For a moment, Em let the fingers of her left hand run over the bird before listlessly tracing circles around these scars before she lowered her head and kissed them both. She began to kiss and suck the rest of Jack's chest even as her hands slid down to his belt and began to undo it. Jack groaned and slid off Em's trousers down from her waist, letting his fingers brush over the soft skin of her buttocks as the material fell to her knees. He groaned once more when Em was able to free his throbbing manhood from its confines. He gently pushed Em off of his lap and brought her back on the floor, pinning her hands on either side of her head.
Em licked her lips slowly and seductively, watching how Jack's eyes seem to darken more with his desire. He lowered his body onto hers as she positioned her legs on either side of his body, opening up wide for his entry which he did immediately. Em shut her eyes tight and moaned loudly as she felt Jack's large manhood slide into her slick, hot core. She was very ready for him, he found out as he began to start a rhythm inside of her. Em wrapped her legs around his torso in a desperate attempt to bring him deeper into her. Their breathing became heavier and heavier as Jack pumped harder, deeper, and faster into Em while she was growing closer and closer over the edge.
At some point, Jack released his grip from her hands and grasped her waist, helping him drive into her even more. Em's back arched up, thrusting her hard-nipple breasts for Jack to lick and suck. Em's arms slide underneath Jack's and scratched down his back relentlessly as she neared her orgasm. Then with a loud scream, she came. She shuddered from underneath Jack, who was not finished yet as he pumped faster and faster into her to try to reach his climax. With her left hand, Em grabbed Jack's hard buttocks and squeezed them, and with her right, she brought Jack's face up to bring him into another passionate kiss. With a great shout of his own, Jack finally climaxed and brought Em screaming again as his seed thundered into her.
Jack slid off of Em and landed on her side, both covered in sweat and panting for breath. With the last of his strength, Jack wrapped his arms around Em and pulled her body into the crook of his, facing him. Em took one of his hands and held it tightly close to her heart. As she looked up into Jack's drowsy eyes, she felt her heart swell with all the love she had and ever could have for him. Inclining her head up, she met his lips softly in a sweet kiss before they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.