Note: This chapter is rated R for strong sexual content. If you're not into reading it, that's okay, you won't be missing anything in the storyline, despite a little sexy, sweaty lovin'.
"The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."
-Alian K. Chalmers
Chapter Eleven
Jack's fingers trail butterfly caresses down my cheek, curling beneath my chin ever so fondly so my hazel eyes meet his. I can't help it; I tremble under his tender touch.
"Jack," I breathe, "We don't have time for this." My heart is beating wildly in anticipation.
But his lips pressed so intently to mine say otherwise. His clever tongue traces slowly along the edges of my lips, and then strokes most dominantly against my own. "We have all the time in the world," the pirate murmurs in response. And so I close my eyes and dissolve into his blissful white lie.
One arm circles around my waist, pulling me close as he keeps the kiss ever slow and sweet. My eyes slip shut against my will, my stomach fluttering wildly in response. A hot, empty feeling in the pit of my gut begins forming there, slowly stretching until it warms the entire length of my body.
Jack's fingertips dance delicately over my arms, my waist, as I finally let go. My arm drops away from my bare, healed chest, and I reach for the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as I deepen the kiss. The satisfied groan that rumbles from deep within his throat makes me smile.
The need to feel the heat of his tanned flesh against my own is overwhelming. My mouth travels down the curve of his neck and jaw, nipping as I go, while my hands work at unbuttoning his shirt and throwing his gray tunic aside. Thankfully, Jack aids in this task, and the fabric is enthusiastically tossed to the floor.
With that, Jack pulls me against him, delicious bare skin to skin. He's so warm, so perfect beneath my fingertips, that it takes all my will power not to make a sound.
I hear a loud crash from the floor beneath us, reminding me of the tavern downstairs and the many interruptions we've endured before hand. And I'm not going to let that happen again. "Door," I pant, and begin moving back towards it, dragging him with me. I can't seem to let him go.
The moment the lock is in reach, I pull down on it, smiling when a secure "click" ensues. Jack breaks the kiss only before I'm pinned to the flat surface of the door, his hands slowly gliding up my milky-white stomach and teeth biting at my neck. My breath is no more than short when calloused fingertips trace along the bottom curves of my breasts, taunting me as the caress is not enough.
Jack's voice is barely above a whisper, and sends feverish shivers up my spine. "Ye are so beautiful. . ."
His name spills from between my lips like a rush of blood, and in return I'm hoisted up against the flat surface of the door, his hands holding me securely by the swell of my hips. Instinctively, I wrap my legs about his waist, gasping loudly as he bends his head to pepper kisses along my chest, and leave a moist trail between the globes of my breasts with his incubus tongue. His moustache and beard scrape roughly against my fair skin, and I have to close my eyes at the heat of the sensation.
I feel dizzy, surrounded by his masculine scent and burning with his touch. Wantonly, I roll my hips forward, pressing and brushing against his own. Jack's movements stop suddenly as the effect to my teasing thrust is apparent. Smirking most seductively, I try it again, but his calloused hands rise to press my hips back against the door, trying his best to control both his obvious desire and my abrupt movements. A shiver climbs up my spine.
Rough fingers snake down my stomach and push my skirt aside, expertly sliding up to the juncture between my thighs. My mind is close to imploding. As if in pain, I gasp and squeeze my eyes tightly shut as those digits sink into my most sensitive flesh, grazing over the lush folds as my body tremors wildly. I want more, need more. I'm trying to resist the desire to pull him closer, but yet push him away simultaneously.
Twisting the beads and braids of the pirate's dark hair between my fingers, I pull him up to seal his lips with mine again. I want to taste every inch of his salty flesh. "Gods. . ." I grind out as my muscles instinctively clench him tighter. I can't hide it.
His fingers are wreaking havoc upon my senses, along with every nerve ending in my body. I'm dizzy and hot, a thin cover of sweat lining my skin. Jack catches my hazel eyes with his own, watching as I writhe in the most pleasurable agony. And then he slowly pulls his hand away, leaving a moist trail in it's wake, and I whimper in disappointment.
The pirate captain is now both enlightened and encouraged as my tongue caresses his in a tantalizing, but most wanting manner, and he begins moving back toward the bed. The moment my back hits the covers I begin working on his pants, breathing hard as Jack's mouth is pressing to my shoulders, my breasts, and the most sensitive flesh behind my ear.
"Ye don't know how much I've been wantin' this," he whispers thickly.
"I have a feeling," I murmur, finally getting his pants undone. I slowly trail my palm down the toned muscles of his golden chest; my hands stretch to touch him, stinging with longing.
Jack reaches toward my own hips, sliding beneath them in order to remove my skirt. I lift my lower half in compliance, simultaneously dipping my right hand into the front of his trousers, having an unquenched desire just to feel. My fingers brush against him, hard and wanting, teasing him as he's been doing to me. But after a long moment, even I am too wound up to sustain. My hand grasps his hardness, awed by the sounds that sneak past his lips and the way he murmurs my name. He's pure velvet beneath my fingertips.
The pirate groans loudly from my ministrations , throughly enjoying himself, and pulls me into a hard heated kiss, almost ripping my skirt off in his eager attempt to remove it. I wouldn't have minded. . .
With his own clothing across the room in seconds, we both find ourselves near panting and pawing feverishly at each other. I'm surprised at how right this feels, how pure I feel beneath him. His hands are roaming my entire being, touching and teasing everywhere and anywhere he can. My lust is growing to the point where I am almost willing to beg him to end it all. Almost.
Pressing my knees impatiently into his sides, Jack responds by moving forward, his chest brushing over mine. His hands slide beneath the swell of my hips once more, breathing hard as he finally enters me in one gallivant stride. I've never felt so whole in my entire life.
He moves slow at first, gently, taking his wonderful time as he inhales my scent, and I inhale his. God, he feels like Heaven. Or maybe Hell. Jack is both an answer to my prayers or a lusty, tantalizing sin that will border along addiction.
Barely audible, tempting whimpers fill our ears as he moves slowly, taking his time. My legs tighten about his hips and I bury my face in the slope of his neck, nipping gently as my hands wander along his back. His own fingers dig deep into my flesh, the rough hair of his mustache tickling my shoulder,and his speed quickly begins picking up. In only short moments Jack has me arching and taut, pulling him closer and writhing for more. I graze my palms delicately along the bronzed skin as the most pleasurable shudders coerce through every inch of my body with the glorious friction between us.
"Jack," I shamelessly murmur, clawing despertley at his skin. My hips rise to his own, matching the melody to the exotic tune repeatedly. It feels so good to have him claiming me as his own, minds hazy and clouded with lust. I adore the sounds of his deep growling and sighing surrounding me.
The pirate leans down and captures my lips in a most passionate kiss. He tastes of the sea, and I simply sigh into the moist cavern of his mouth and tighten my hold, urging for more of him. Jack whispers my name as a reply, but it's so soft that I almost don't hear the murmur under his heavy breath. His flamed tone ignites something within me, and I roll him over onto his back, loving the thought and sensation of making love to him.
Jack's lips caress mine most teasingly, pulling gently at my bottom lip before showering the kisses down my neck and breasts most expertly. I gasp at the sensation and buck my hips further, harder, and earning a deep throaty moan from the man beneath me. His hands caress everywhere from my thighs to the curve of my spine, where those rough, sailor's hands linger, tracing the bones and skin until the touch is almost wonderfully irritating.
Chocolate eyes glance up from under dark lashes and smeared coal-black lining, silently promising me everything I've ever wanted. One hand digs roughly into my hip, guiding me to all the right places, causing the breathy sighs and gasps of our coupling to fill the room. With that, my stomach flutters insanely as Jack continues by huskily whispering words of longing and of the sensations at which I'm causing him.
"Bloody hell!" I bite out.
Spine arching, I throw my head back as Jack's smooth teeth bite down on the flesh where neck meets shoulder. Clenching my thighs and muscles around him tighter, it takes all of our resolve for the both of us not to let out a shrilling scream. My body shivers as I'm flipped and pinned beneath him once again, his mouth covering my own.
Jack's hips begin crashing harder with mine, so hard, so deep, I swear the man is brushing both my heart and soul. I'm panting and moaning beneath him, arching my hipsto meet his every thrust continuously. I'm close. . . so close. . . and as something strong ruptures inside me, I can feel the pleasure rising and rising, burning in my chest until... is that me screaming?
And suddenly I'm falling into such wonderful and annihilating bliss that causes my back to arch clear off the mattress, and bright, twinkling stars to shoot behind my closed eyes. I tremble uncontrollably.
And as Jack's release follows almost immediately, he lets out a most masculine roar and collapses atop of me,breathing hard and with a fine line of perspiration across his brow.
And then I'm back to a wonderful reality again... Jack's scent is intoxicating as I inhale deeply. I slowly slide a hand up to trace the line of his jaw, his cheeks. . . I line his flesh, the raised skin of his many scars, and every distinct tattoo.
Long moments later, Jack falls idly to the bed beside me, but I lie inanimately, save for my ever pounding heart. And I just watch him. I gaze upon those thick black lashes, sultry, exotic cheekbones, and the twin braids of his beard lying against the tanned curve of his neck.
It's now that I realize I could fall in love with this man. Heart wrenching, tear jerking, blissfully spent, sweat soaked love.
Jack opens his eyes once his heart catches up with him, gazing back at me with most satisfied chocolate depths. He doesn't say a word as he gathers me in his strong arms, inhaling the scent of my hair before he places a lingering kiss to my temple. I settle against his side, a leg entwined with his own, and I lie my head on his warm chest while I contemplate all that just happened, over and over again.
For the first time in my life, I feel completely at peace.
His hands move along my back. "I can't stop touching ye. . ." he murmurs, placing kisses along my neck and shoulders.
I look up at him with bright, shining eyes, hair damp and cheeks flushed. He's watching me with such adoration and want, that it brings a smile to light my face. We're finally here, lying most satisfied in one another's arms,terribly content.
Shivers rise up my spine as his hands entangle in my long, black locks, messaging my neck and brushing back my hair. I groan softly and nuzzle his chest like a contented kitten. "That feels like Heaven. . ."
Unfortunately, his ministrations come to a stop. "Now why weren't ye declarin' that five minutes ago?"Jack questions playfully.
"Because," I smile teasingly."You obviously are uneducated on how to please a woman."
Cold shower, anyone?
It took me a while to finish this chapter because smut is new for me, and I've been really busy lately. But no worries, I have a lot of the next chapter already written, so I'll hopefully be finishing and posting that pretty soon.
Feedback, please!
FunkyFlamingo & SpanishEyes2: Thanks girls!
AJ-Sparrow: Oh, believe me, I could use some of that lovin' too!
DestinyHunter: Haha. I love that quote! I may use it...
Terradaina: Why were you in China? And I was also just joking about your reply to the smut, no worries. Haha.
Sereture: Aw, you're sweet. Thanks so much, you made my day!
PsychoticKitten: Haha. Yeah, I love the sexual tension between Andie and Jack as well. They're both wild, strange, lusty, and madly intelligent characters, which is why I think they fit so well together. A couple other people told me they also enjoyed the part on the roof for the same reason. I'll have to keep this in mind.
Jadeddreamz: I'm morbid as well. Sometimes I have to tune things down because I think they get a little too morbid! Aww, and you said "fans" instead of "readers" which makes me smile. I feel important now, haha.
Lyra Potter: Oops, yeah, you're right, it is "aura". I know how to spell it, which is why I was surprised when you said that. Thanks so much for pointing it out! I'll have to fix that. Others often tell me they like the same aspects as Andie as you do; how she doesn't fall for Jack head over heals. Which I like too, considering I don't believe in love at first sight or anything of that sort. Other stories seem to rush into the love and romance too quickly, and I didn't want to do that.