Chapter 11
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I shuddered, tilting my head back while Jack continued to taste my
collarbone. As he began to move his explorations lower, I suddenly jerked back.
He looked at me quizzically and I blushed, turning my face away from him
slightly.
"Jack, um, I've.well. I've never done this before." I stared down at my
hands, twining my fingers together anxiously. I was certainly eager for his touch,
but I was also apprehensive. What were Jack's standards for this sort of thing?
What if he thought I was disappointing or uninteresting? I looked back up at
him, afraid that he'd pull away or, even worse, start treating me like a child.
Instead, I was surprised to find a delighted smile stretching across his face.
"So much the better, love. You just need the right teacher," he said,
flamboyantly gesturing at himself. "Now, it's really quite easy. We'll start off
where we were a minute ago." His lips on mine suspended conversation for
several minutes. As his hands slid up my back, fingers toying with my bikini
straps, I started a bit of investigating on my own. His vest came off first, though
it took me a minute to undo all the buttons, as my fingers were growing
unsteadier by the minute. When he began nibbling and sucking on my lower lip,
my breath came out in a gasp. My eyes flew open, and I found Jack's own hot,
dark eyes already fixed on my own. His ripped shirt that he had stubbornly put
on earlier came off without any resistance. Suddenly, I felt the straps of my bikini
come undone and my top fell to the sand. My hands flew up to cover myself, but
Jack caught my wrists halfway there.
"Now, love, yer first lesson is don't block the view. Savvy?"
"Savvy," I breathed, my eyes glued to his bare chest bathed in firelight.
He chuckled and leaned over me, pressing me down onto the blanket, his hands
still pinning my wrists to the ground. He pressed his mouth to mine, and our lips
and tongues meshed until I couldn't tell where my mouth ended and his began.
Then he began working his way down my neck, his beard tickling my skin and
his lips leaving exquisitely tender bruises at every full stop. In a fit of pique, I
wrenched my wrists free and captured his shoulders, drawing his face back up
level with mine. I started returning his painful kisses, hesitantly at first, then
more boldly as I felt a groan vibrate in his throat.
"Well," he rasped, then cleared his throat, "looks like yeh've learned
lesson two all on your onesies. Yeh didn't need ol' Jack after all." He smiled
mischievously at me and I smirked right back.
"I wouldn't go that far," I murmured, running my fingers lightly down
his chest. "But what's lesson three?" Jack's bright, dark eyes flashed as his mouth
stretched in his trademark, slightly mad grin. His hands slipped behind me,
coming to rest in the small of my back and pulling me tighter against his warm
body. Though he never explained it in words, I must say that the third lesson
was by far my favorite.
A/N: A huge, heartfelt thanks to all of you who stuck with my story despite the long time without updates. Drinks all around! :-) To all who didn't stay with it. well, there's no point in saying anything because you're obviously not reading this anyway. In any case, there will be a few more chapters (soon, hopefully) and then this fic will be done. Btw, this chapter is as graphic as it's gonna get, for a couple of reasons. First, I really am.inexperienced in these matters *blushes furiously and changes subject* and SECONDLY I'd like to keep this PG-13. So please tell me if the rating's okay, I wasn't really sure. Cheers!
I shuddered, tilting my head back while Jack continued to taste my
collarbone. As he began to move his explorations lower, I suddenly jerked back.
He looked at me quizzically and I blushed, turning my face away from him
slightly.
"Jack, um, I've.well. I've never done this before." I stared down at my
hands, twining my fingers together anxiously. I was certainly eager for his touch,
but I was also apprehensive. What were Jack's standards for this sort of thing?
What if he thought I was disappointing or uninteresting? I looked back up at
him, afraid that he'd pull away or, even worse, start treating me like a child.
Instead, I was surprised to find a delighted smile stretching across his face.
"So much the better, love. You just need the right teacher," he said,
flamboyantly gesturing at himself. "Now, it's really quite easy. We'll start off
where we were a minute ago." His lips on mine suspended conversation for
several minutes. As his hands slid up my back, fingers toying with my bikini
straps, I started a bit of investigating on my own. His vest came off first, though
it took me a minute to undo all the buttons, as my fingers were growing
unsteadier by the minute. When he began nibbling and sucking on my lower lip,
my breath came out in a gasp. My eyes flew open, and I found Jack's own hot,
dark eyes already fixed on my own. His ripped shirt that he had stubbornly put
on earlier came off without any resistance. Suddenly, I felt the straps of my bikini
come undone and my top fell to the sand. My hands flew up to cover myself, but
Jack caught my wrists halfway there.
"Now, love, yer first lesson is don't block the view. Savvy?"
"Savvy," I breathed, my eyes glued to his bare chest bathed in firelight.
He chuckled and leaned over me, pressing me down onto the blanket, his hands
still pinning my wrists to the ground. He pressed his mouth to mine, and our lips
and tongues meshed until I couldn't tell where my mouth ended and his began.
Then he began working his way down my neck, his beard tickling my skin and
his lips leaving exquisitely tender bruises at every full stop. In a fit of pique, I
wrenched my wrists free and captured his shoulders, drawing his face back up
level with mine. I started returning his painful kisses, hesitantly at first, then
more boldly as I felt a groan vibrate in his throat.
"Well," he rasped, then cleared his throat, "looks like yeh've learned
lesson two all on your onesies. Yeh didn't need ol' Jack after all." He smiled
mischievously at me and I smirked right back.
"I wouldn't go that far," I murmured, running my fingers lightly down
his chest. "But what's lesson three?" Jack's bright, dark eyes flashed as his mouth
stretched in his trademark, slightly mad grin. His hands slipped behind me,
coming to rest in the small of my back and pulling me tighter against his warm
body. Though he never explained it in words, I must say that the third lesson
was by far my favorite.
A/N: A huge, heartfelt thanks to all of you who stuck with my story despite the long time without updates. Drinks all around! :-) To all who didn't stay with it. well, there's no point in saying anything because you're obviously not reading this anyway. In any case, there will be a few more chapters (soon, hopefully) and then this fic will be done. Btw, this chapter is as graphic as it's gonna get, for a couple of reasons. First, I really am.inexperienced in these matters *blushes furiously and changes subject* and SECONDLY I'd like to keep this PG-13. So please tell me if the rating's okay, I wasn't really sure. Cheers!