Note: This chapter is rated R for strong sexual content. Read at your own risk.
Chapter Twenty
"We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory."
-Georges Duhamel
I've lost track of the days. I haven't, however, lost track of the hours. And considering we've already passed the borders into England, those hours are limited.
Jack and I do not speak of my leaving. We both carry ourselves as we normally would, with him captaining the Black Pearl and my often conceited comments and endless quips. I'm glad things are not depressing or somber; if they were, I'm not sure what I would do with myself.
But now, as the sun has long since turned into a deep blue night sky, I find myself growing antsy.
Jack's shift at the helm is simply taking too long. But then again, I've never been one for patience.
Quietly, I walk up behind him and easily slip myself between himself and the wheel of his beloved Pearl. Leaning back against it, I smirk at him seductively.
The pirate raises a dark eyebrow, but that adored twinkle still lights his chocolate irises. "And what is it that ye think yer doin'?" he asks.
"It's said that no one should come between a captain and his ship," I explain. "But I'm ready to take that risk."
Slowly, I lean forwards to place a sensuous kiss at the base of his jaw, and then to his neck, never once taking my hands off the helm. After a moment, I look up at him, a small smirk still lifting at my mouth.
"Do ye think that wise?" Jack asks me, and he grips my waist with strong hands.
Leaning up to whisper hotly in his ear, I reply, "Extremely."
His hold on me grows tighter. And with that smoky gaze of his, Jack watches as I peck his mouth gently, slowly, barely gracing him with a warm kiss. And next, as I slide my tongue over the same soft flesh, I swear I feel him shiver.
Finally, I reach out one hand to touch him. My fingers brush along the open collar of his shirt, gently pulling it down and to the side. My lips follow in suit, nipping and brushing the skin, much to his distraction.
One of his own hands moves down to grasp my backside, signaling my pirate's enjoyment in the situation. In return, I leave his chest only to look up at him, my hazel eyes telling him more than he needs.
Jack's mouth crashes against my own, his tongue demanding and rough; and I'm loving every moment of it. His wild side is just as delicious as his gentle side, if not more. I love that feeling of despracy in him, and as he pins me to the wheel of the Black Pearl, I can even taste it.
"Remember when you pulled me from that lake?" I ask. He looks at me strangely for a moment, but then nods. "Well, I haven't thanked you for saving my life," I tell him, breathless and itching for him.
His eyes meet mine, but Jack says nothing.With one hand, he skims innocently about my waist, and I can tell he's trying to hold himself back.
Deciding to torture him at extreme lengths, I slip one hand inside his shirt, tracing the length between his navel and the waist of his trousers. Then, before he can protest, I pull him into another hard kiss, and innocently slip my hand into that waistband, my caresses gentle and relaxed.
"Andie," His voice is nearly a growl, and Jack gives me a look of warning, but arches into my hand nonetheless. "Not here, love."
I touch his neck with my other hand. "Here," I argue.
"Not with the crew watchin'," Jack says, catching a hold of my wrist. In return, I clutch him, hard, in a state of want and play. And this time, I do feel him tremble, and his hold on me tightens to an almost bruising grip. An after a moment, I decide to let him breathe, and I pull my hand away. Jack watches me carefully until I lift both palms up in abandonment, innocently smiling my sexiest smile.
"Rodney!" Jack calls, and I return my lips to his neck. He tastes of salt and home; a taste I never want to forget.
"Aye, captain?" Rodney's voice says from behind us.
I latch my pearly teeth onto his neck, and then soothe the bite with my tongue, allowing my hands to wander back down his chest.
Clearing his throat, Jack then says, "Take the helm for the rest of the night, savvy?"
I smile up at him, but do not cease my ministrations. Just as my fingers skim along his belt, Rodney agrees to take control of the Black Pearl. Jack grabs me by the wrist and pulls me along with him, towards the stairs.
"For the rest of the night, huh?" I ask playfully.
He turns to pull me against him. "I'm goin' to make love to ye until daybreak."
I almost sigh in anticipation. But instead, I say, "What are you waiting for?"
Jack groans and grabs me roughly, kissing me with such emotion and admiration that I've never felt before. We taste and tease until we reach the staircase. Then, with knowing of the dangers of stairs and kissing, the both of us break apart.
Still holding onto me by the wrist, the pirate captain rushes down them, only to find his cabin first on the left. But instead of leading me inside, he pins me against it and instantly takes a hold of my lips.
I am so dizzy I could collapse. My head is heavy and and my body is in overdrive, lightly perspiring with it's high temperature. "Jack," I pant, but his hips only press into mine in response.
I let my head fall back against the door as he lowers his mouth to my shoulders, one hand at my breast and the other undoing the ties and ribbons of my dress as he goes.
I don't recall, but apparently the two of us are already making quite a bit of noise, because the creak of a door sounds from the cabin next to us. After a moment, someone sighs, and the door closes again. I don't think Jack notices at all.
More needy than before, I pull his shirt over his head, and change positions with him, now pressing him into the threshold of the captains quarters. I then begin at his belt, but not until Jack throws open the door and pulls me inside.
Throwing aside his belt and stepping out of my dress, I finally take a moment to breathe.
"What's gotten into ye?" Jack questions, short of breath. He takes a step back to look me over with an approving smile.
"We have a limited time together," I explain, "And I want to take this time to learn and memorize everything about you."
Surprisingly, Jack bends to sweep me into his arms and carries me to the bed, before gently laying me down. But instead of joining me, he crosses the room, obviously in search of something. "What on Earth are you looking for?"
He lights a match in order to see his way around the pitch black cabin. "I'm lookin' for a candle," he replies.
I don't really understand what a candle has to do with any of this. "What, are you planning on reading?" I ask sarcastically.
Jack lights five of said candles about the room, concentrating on the table beside the bed. As he's lighting the final candle, he says, "Only a little." I pull him onto the mattress beside me, and he catches me with a hand lifting my chin. "This way, my darling, I can see ye. Every curve, every scar, every gasp for breath. And I can do some memorizin' of me own."
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It's impossible to feel this much. It has to be, for I am on the brink of tears and writhing with every rock of this man's hips, with every brush of his calloused palms on my snow white skin.
My body is covered in a fine sheet of perspiration, the beads glistening in the candlelight. Many of the candles have dripped wax onto the furniture and are now pooling to the floorboards, but neither of us could have a damn.
Gasping, I grab onto the beads in Jack's hair as he leans down to lick those beads of perspiration from my neck and between my breasts. We meet eyes then, and the pirates reaches to brush the smeared coal around my irises with rough digits.
"Ye look dangerous," he whispers, "With yer eyes all dark like that."
Jack takes pride in what he does to me, and how quickly he can bring me there. If he didn't, he wouldn't be playing this game.
"Remember, pirate," I threaten, "Revenge is a bitch."
He leans down and latches his teeth on my bottom lip. "I'll keep that in mind," he manages to pant.
Then the pirate grasps onto my leg, lifting me slightly as to deepen his thrusts. I throw my head back in such intense bliss, and he bestows my neck and breasts with sensual kisses and mere nips of his teeth.
I press my palms into his forearms, feeling the strength and muscle from all of his years as a sailor. His back is just as brawny and secure, the flesh and muscle rolling beneath my fingertips as he moves swiftly atop of me. Jack is not an overly fit man, but perfectly solid and firm.
I pull him closer although there is not much space to fill between us, and I feel Jack exhale against my neck.
His eyes are almost black, they are so dark with desire. I do not let my gaze falter, but watch him as he watches me, trying his best to hold back his desire, for he is not ready to loose himself yet. He's taking his time, trying to savor the moment and the bliss.
His hips quicken their speed, and now my gaze does forfeit as my head falls back and I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, attempting to keep it all together myself.
My hands run down his chest, feeling the bronze skin and taut muscles beneath my fingertips. Before long he has me arching and whimpering his name, begging with merciless breathy sighs and gasps for air.
And then I feel it. It's a white-hot boiling energy that begins at my core and spreads quickly through my veins like the most pleasurable adrenaline. Jack, as if knowing my struggle, picks up his pace once again, whispering into my ear with that smokey voice, although his words are slightly screened by his heavy breathing and quiet growling.
Within short moments we are both panting and writhing, nails digging as the gasps and cries grow to great heights. My tingling body tenses and my breath hitches as I'm over the edge again, Jack following almost simultaneously.
When my body has relaxed, for the most part, I'm able to inhale and exhale, while opening my eyes as the intense shivers subside.
The pirate lays beside me, his chest sill rising and falling in his efforts to catch his breath. But his eyes watch me intently as he rolls over onto his stomach, leaning one elbow against the mattress in order to prop himself up.
"What are you thinking?" I ask him gently.
Three calloused fingers lightly trace the swell of my breast. "Stay with me," he says, but his voice is barely about a whisper.
I swallow, and move onto my side in order to be closer to him. "I wish I could."
Slowly, he moves to sup my cheek with one hand, and kisses me with such adoration that I nearly collapse into his arms.
One, maybe two, chapters left. We'll see how it goes.
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