AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hey everybody, I'm back! I still can't believe all of your wonderful reviews! You guys, I love you all to reeces pieces. Anyways, my two favorite Johnny Depp characters are Mort Rainey (a sensetive, hot, romantic, determined writer, who is probably the only person who can pull off bed-head hair and thick-rimmed glasses and still look hot) and Captain Jack Sparrow (I think that one's pretty self-explanitory, eh?). Well, be warned, this has some adult content. I also don't own this song, The Sweetest Sin, by Jessica Simpson. Oh, and please review! Oh, and NowhereKitty, you'll find out the answer to your question soon, savvy?
It would feel so good
Too be so bad
You don't know how bad
I want that
I would give anything to feel
Your lips upon my lips
Temptation I could never resist
Your skin upon my skin
Would be the sweetest sin
You are the sweetest skin
When the Jeep pulled into the familiar driveway, I sighed with relief. Arching my feet, I glared at the dreaded heels I would have to put on once again. Rainey chuckled and I glanced up at him, a slight blush caressing my face.
"I take it you didn't like the heels," he said smiling.
"I liked them," I mumbled distastefully, "for the first hour or so."
He chuckled once again. "Sit tight," he said, getting out of the car. "I have an idea."
I quirked an eyebrow as he swiftly made his way around the car and opened the door. I unbuckled my seat belt when he put his left hand on the small of my back and his right under my legs, and before I knew it, I was in his arms, my head leaning on his chest.
I giggled as he shut the door with his hips. I threw my arms around him, smelling his minty cologne. When we made it to the door, I glanced up at the jet-black sky, the stars shining merrily. I smiled as Mort opened the door, once again shutting it with his hips. I leaned over his shoulder and locked the door and he chuckled lightly. I softly leaned my forehead against his, silently wondering why he hadn't put me down yet. Not that I minded...
We stayed there for a moment, just staring at one another, stupid, little grins on our faces, when I spoke suddenly, "I told you you would win."
He smirked, the award, along with my shoes, forgotten in the car. "Why do you do it?" he asked quietly.
"Do what?" I asked him curiously.
"Believe in me," he replied, staring into my eyes.
I smiled serenely and answered, "Because someone has to. And because I love you, Mort."
He smiled at my response. "And I love you."
"Why?" I asked him quietly, my fingertips softly grazing the back of his neck. I needed to know why this man would love me, and not someone like Melany. "Why do you love me?"
He furrowed his brow and shifted his weight but replied, "Because you're Madison. You're not like anyone I've ever met before and I love that. I love your love of life... Maddy, I love you so much that it's too hard and too beautiful to describe."
I felt tears prick my eyes as I pulled Rainey into a passionate kiss, hoping he would understand how much I loved him. I ran a finger through his hair as our tongues collided with one another, merging as one. He moaned with satisfaction as we broke apart, catching our breaths. I noticed he began to walk and I nibbled his earlobe, knowing where he was taking me, and hoping he would walk faster.
Once he reached his bedroom, Mort softly laid the girl on his bed, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his socks. He then slowly made his way on top of Madison, kissing her with so much fire he didn't even know he had. She moaned hungrily and began to pull off his jacket. He disposed of it on the floor when his lover grabbed the back of his head, merging her lips with his, once more.
Her hands slid from around his neck to his shoulders, and then finally on his chest, where she began to unbutton his shirt.
Suddenly, Mort sat up, panting slightly. "Wait Madison, if we go any further, I may not be able to stop."
Madison lifted her eyebrows and smiled coyly. "Then it's a good thing, Mr. Rainey, that I don't want you to stop."
He chuckled and leaned back down, kissing her with all his might. Moaning triumphantly, she took off his shirt and threw it carelessly on the floor. Quickly flipping herself over, so that she was on the top, she kissed him passionately, running her long fingers over his cement-like chest. She moaned with gratification and broke from the kiss, freeing her hair from the clip.
Leaning over him, she began to trail a line of wet kisses down his torso, beginning with his neck and ending where his pants began.
"God Maddy," he moaned and flipped her over so that he dominated her once more. She cried with pleasure as she felt his want for her on her thigh.
His two index fingers slowly found their way beneath the cloth and gently pulled the dress off, letting it fall over the edge of the bed.
Sitting up, Rainey stared at his lover beneath him. "My God," he breathed appreciatively. "You're beautiful."
She blushed but pulled him back on her and he kissed her neck, a soft spot he had the joy of finding out on his own.
"Lower."
Her voice was raspy but he obeyed, trailing wet kisses down her neck. When he got to her chest, he kissed her right breast, using his tongue to increase the pleasure. He gently massaged her left breast with his left hand and she moaned with pleasure. Next, he switched rolls, sensually kissing her left breast and massaging her right one.
Ecstasy overtook his lover and she cried out. She felt his need for her increase as did hers. She wanted him so badly, nobody could make her think otherwise.
Her hands found her belt as his lips crashed on hers once more. She quickly undid his belt and discarded it, somewhere over the bed. Unbuttoning his pants, he moaned and helped her get them off. God, he didn't ever remember wanting someone so badly as he did with her right there. Not even wanting her, needing her to the fullest.
Finally kicking his pants off, the only remaining clothing they had on were the ones they needed to rid of the most.
So they did.
She stopped kissing him as she studied her lover. God, he was sexy. She had never met anyone like him. His chocolate eyes, his tasseled hair, his rock-hard chest. She didn't understand why someone would leave him when he was so perfect.
Mort locked eyes with her as if to ask permission to enter her. Her eyes pleaded back and she whimpered slightly, acting as though she was going to die tomorrow and needed all of him tonight.
That was all he needed.
Slowly, he leaned on top of her and carefully entered her. Her moan of pleasure was abruptly transformed into a cry of pain, but she wrapped her arms around him, slightly digging her nails into his back. She felt tears prick her eyes but blinked them back. Slowly, the pain began to feel once more like pleasure, and Madison moaned, following the rhythm of his hips.
"Deeper," she purred into his ear, her hands pushing him even more close to her, if that was even possible.
His thrusts became deeper and rougher, the two lovers crying out in ecstasy.
She could feel herself coming up to her orgasmic peek, but she held on so her lover could catch up. There would never be enough words to describe all the pleasure the two were feeling, but two words seemed to sum it up:
"Oh God!"
Rainey collapsed on top of Madison, the two panting heavily. He carefully pulled himself out of her and rolled over slightly, but wrapped a possessive arm around her bare waist.
She rested her hot face against his warm chest and closed her eyes, the two allowing sleep to overtake them both.
No words were passed between the lovers but none were needed because they both knew that they loved each other more than the world, and they were also comfortable enough to share a warm silence after showing one another how much their partner meant to them.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well, there's chapter thirteen! I hoped you all enjoyed it! How lusty! Okay, another random poll- What's your guys' favorite color? Soooo random and overused, I know, but I can't help it, I'm a very curious girl!