Chapter 10
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Jack took a swig from the bottle as I gave it back.
"There, now we're even. Ye know, though, we really oughtn't to be
drinking on empty stomachs."
"My stomach's still full of coconut," I reminded him, "But you still
haven't had any. D'you want some now?"
"Wouldn't want to get smashed too soon, now would I?" he said with an
impish smile. Figuring that meant yes, I walked over to the table and picked up
two coconut halves. Turning around, I beheld Jack lying sinuously on the
ground, every curve of his body highlighted by the fire. I can honestly say that
never before and never since have I seen such an amazingly alluring sight.
Feeling even more woozy than I had after chugging the rum, I walked carefully
back over to him, sitting cross-legged facing the fire. Jack wiggled over and
placed his head on my lap, gazing up at me with a slightly naughty smile.
Purposely trying not to think of what Jack could see from this vantage point (I
was still in my bikini, as I had been all day) I began to carefully place pieces of
coconut in Jack's parted mouth. A couple of times, whether by accident or
design, he closed his mouth before I had completely removed my fingers. The
contact sent a shock similar to an electric current all throughout my body.
Far too quickly, the fruit had disappeared, and I was left with Jack's head
in my lap and nothing to do with my hands. Rather than just sitting there like a
sofa, I started massaging his shoulders, feeling his taut muscles relax under my
fingers. Jack groaned with pleasure.
"Mmmm, that's the ticket, love. Me shoulders have been killing me ever
since that coconut escapade." I continued my massage, moving up to his neck
and eventually to his back and chest. As I leaned over him to reach his ribs, I felt
his fingertips on my pearl and gold bellybutton ring.
"Say, love, is this a real pearl?" I sat back up and looked down at my ring.
"Well, the place I got it from said it was, but I don't know how to check.
Do you?" Jack propped himself up on his elbows and gave my bellybutton an
appraising glance.
"There's only one way I know of to tell fer sure." So saying, he leaned
forward and pressed his mouth against my stomach. I gasped convulsively, my
fingers clutching the blanket beneath me. I felt his tongue tracing my navel and I
shuddered, my knees weakening. Then Jack sat back, giving me a languorous
smile from beneath his kohl-dark eyes. I struggled to calm myself long enough to
gasp out a few words.
"You can taste if a pearl is real or not?" I asked, my voice somewhat
hoarser than usual. Jack smirked and reached out a hand, caressing my ring
again, and once again rendering me breathless.
"Actually, it's all in the teeth. If ye scrape yer teeth against it and it's
smooth, it's a fake. If it seems a bit rough, it's real, like yours."
"It's real, then?" I inquired, though under the intent, searing gaze of Jack
Sparrow, my usual fascination with treasure was rather overwhelmed by a new
passion. He slid up closer to me, molding his body around mine and twining his
arms around my chest.
"Oh yes," he purred, gazing unwaveringly into my eyes through his long,
dark lashes, "it's a beautiful," he kissed my chin, "rare," his mouth moved to my
neck, "priceless," a tongue traced the base of my throat, "gem."
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Jack took a swig from the bottle as I gave it back.
"There, now we're even. Ye know, though, we really oughtn't to be
drinking on empty stomachs."
"My stomach's still full of coconut," I reminded him, "But you still
haven't had any. D'you want some now?"
"Wouldn't want to get smashed too soon, now would I?" he said with an
impish smile. Figuring that meant yes, I walked over to the table and picked up
two coconut halves. Turning around, I beheld Jack lying sinuously on the
ground, every curve of his body highlighted by the fire. I can honestly say that
never before and never since have I seen such an amazingly alluring sight.
Feeling even more woozy than I had after chugging the rum, I walked carefully
back over to him, sitting cross-legged facing the fire. Jack wiggled over and
placed his head on my lap, gazing up at me with a slightly naughty smile.
Purposely trying not to think of what Jack could see from this vantage point (I
was still in my bikini, as I had been all day) I began to carefully place pieces of
coconut in Jack's parted mouth. A couple of times, whether by accident or
design, he closed his mouth before I had completely removed my fingers. The
contact sent a shock similar to an electric current all throughout my body.
Far too quickly, the fruit had disappeared, and I was left with Jack's head
in my lap and nothing to do with my hands. Rather than just sitting there like a
sofa, I started massaging his shoulders, feeling his taut muscles relax under my
fingers. Jack groaned with pleasure.
"Mmmm, that's the ticket, love. Me shoulders have been killing me ever
since that coconut escapade." I continued my massage, moving up to his neck
and eventually to his back and chest. As I leaned over him to reach his ribs, I felt
his fingertips on my pearl and gold bellybutton ring.
"Say, love, is this a real pearl?" I sat back up and looked down at my ring.
"Well, the place I got it from said it was, but I don't know how to check.
Do you?" Jack propped himself up on his elbows and gave my bellybutton an
appraising glance.
"There's only one way I know of to tell fer sure." So saying, he leaned
forward and pressed his mouth against my stomach. I gasped convulsively, my
fingers clutching the blanket beneath me. I felt his tongue tracing my navel and I
shuddered, my knees weakening. Then Jack sat back, giving me a languorous
smile from beneath his kohl-dark eyes. I struggled to calm myself long enough to
gasp out a few words.
"You can taste if a pearl is real or not?" I asked, my voice somewhat
hoarser than usual. Jack smirked and reached out a hand, caressing my ring
again, and once again rendering me breathless.
"Actually, it's all in the teeth. If ye scrape yer teeth against it and it's
smooth, it's a fake. If it seems a bit rough, it's real, like yours."
"It's real, then?" I inquired, though under the intent, searing gaze of Jack
Sparrow, my usual fascination with treasure was rather overwhelmed by a new
passion. He slid up closer to me, molding his body around mine and twining his
arms around my chest.
"Oh yes," he purred, gazing unwaveringly into my eyes through his long,
dark lashes, "it's a beautiful," he kissed my chin, "rare," his mouth moved to my
neck, "priceless," a tongue traced the base of my throat, "gem."
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