Love Storm
Captain Jack Sparrow stood inside his cabin staring at
Elizabeth, who was asleep on his bed fully dressed.
Elizabeth was sleeping on her back, one arm flung out
above her head, her cheeks were rose-colored from the
warmth of the cabin, tousled golden hair lying in a riot of
waves on the pillow.
The coverlet had been cast aside, her breathing was slow
and light.
Jack's eyes moved from the enchanting beauty of her face
to the creamy flesh of her full breasts as they rose in splendor,
forced above the tight decolletage with each gentle breath.
A throbbing hardness pressed against his trousers, the insistent
erection pulsing in anticipation.
Jack pulled off his boots, walking towards the bed slowly, he shed
his belts and shirt, carelessly dropping them on the floor, he
continued his inebriated way to the bed and the pleasures
awaiting him.
He stripped off the confining trousers, and his masculinity sprang
free - taut, erect, quivering.
He stood naked, a sun-bronzed giant of a man, wide shoulders and
a chest tapering with muscles to taut stomach and narrow hips.
Long, firmly sinewed legs were planted slightly apart as he paused
for seconds and stared.
The bed sagged beneath Jack's weight as he sat gently on the edge,
reached over, and smoothly began releasing the line of small,
silk-covered buttons marching down the front of her bodice until
Elizabeth's magnificent breasts were freed from the confining pressure
of her dress.(A dress Barbossa insisted she wear because she was a lady.)
' I've got to go to the brig and thank him tomorrow.' Jack thought
drunkenly.
Brushing aside the lace-trimmed chemise, he bent low and softly kissed
one shell-pink nipple. Elizabeth moaned small pleasure sounds in her
sleep, like the purring of a contented cat, as Jack practiced the gentle
arousal at which he was so an expert.
He had never viewed sex as a conquest, an achievement, or a performance
but rather as a pleasure to be ripened, extended, taken to its limits before
consumation.
With saccharine fingertips, he stroked the warm, fragrant skin of her throat,
her shoulders, the soft mounds of her breasts, lightly caressing each rosy
crest until it stood perfectly erect.
Elizabeth's mind floated blissfully in this paradise of pleasure, in the deep
exhaustion of her sleep, finding this dream exquisite; soft sighs of pure
sensation escaped her lips in response to these new, powerful, luscious
pulsings of her blood.
Jack deftly unhooked the flounces of her skirt, untied the ribbons of her
petticoat and drawers, and faciley stripped them from her inert form, revealing
the splendid beauty of her body to him.
The momentary coolness of the air washing over her bared flesh caused
Elizabeth's eyelids to flutter, but when Jack bent to gently kiss her cheek,
she smiled sweetly and dropped back to sleep.
With a gossamer touch his fingers moved over her belly, twined soothingly
in the silken mons, and tenderly slid into the warmth of her pliant
flesh.
Parting the soft folds, his finely tapered fingers searched and probed the
lubricious crevices until they gained the minute, sensitive place he was
looking for, and with a feather-light touch he delicately stroked until
Elizabeth's breathing altered, no longer slow and peaceful but ragged
and agitated, and her hips rhythmically writhed, her body reaching for
the source of that compelling sensation.
Lowering his body next to hers, Jack leaned over to kiss her trembling
lips, gently at first and then more insistently, his tongue darting to probe
the sweetness of her mouth as he rolled her underneath him, pressing
himself intimately against her.
Elizabeth's eyes snapped open. With genuine panic, she stared into
smoldering eyes.
Aghast with horror, she realized that these exquisite sensations were not
a dream!
An urge to scream welled up in her throat, but Jack's demanding lips
drew her in the sound even as his practiced hands stroked, caressed,
titillated; then his mouth released hers and moved slowly across her
cheek to her ear, whispering love words that brought Elizabeth's
flesh to new heights of desire.
A silent cry pierced her pleasure-ridden senses: What was she doing?
Determinedly she endeavored to struggle free of the sensual stimuli
that were bombarding her pulsing body, but when Jack lowered his
head to a swollen breast and touched it with a light, exploring kiss,
new pleasures began exploding in her belly, snapping her
resolution.
Weakly Elizabeth attempted to protest. "Please, Jack," she whispered
faintly, "this is a dreadful mistake.Please...stop. You must!"
Jack lifted his head briefly in mild astonishment. He exhaled softly as a
slight shudder gripped him."Lizzie," he said gently."it's too late to stop."
He tenderly brushed her hair back from her forehead and bent to
kiss her lips , and in that moment he felt in her the hesitation that presaged
capitulation.
Violent tremors of fresh desire warmed Elizabeth's melting flesh as Jack's
mouth touched a rosy nipple and his long, lean fingers insinuated themselves
into her damp, moist inner warmth, stroking the tiny seat of pleasure until
her hips arched involuntarily, stretching for more of that utterable joy that
was encompassing her.
Her mind gave way as her body took over. Nothing seemed to matter at the
moment; reality, conscience, anxiety receded. The only reality was his touch,
his caress, his burning kiss tasting of the rum he had consumed, and
instinctively, instead of trying to pull away from this unscrupulous, dangerous
man, she reached out for the strong, lean body poised above her, wrapping
her arms around his broad muscular shoulders and feverishly drew him closer,
wanting to press her warm, soft flesh against his.
His responses rising to a throbbing urgency, Jack lowered his body, settling his
weight upon her, his quivering penis probing her wetness as her hips moved
in a dance as old as time.
He met resistance, and his inebriated brain briefly registered perplexity, but
his fevered, insistent passion ignored the minor hindrance; he desperately
wanted to lose himself in her flesh, accommodate her breatless passion, gain
relief for his engorged penis. He surged forward.
An anguished shriek of pain filled the small room, shocking Jack back to an
unwanted sobriety. Elizabeth sobbed quietly as Jack's arrested, pulsating
organ filled her. A most warmth enclosed him, arousing an already volatile
passion.
'God she felt good: tight and enveloping, her nipples pressing into his chest,
her silken skin beneath his fingertips.'
Almost instantly he shrugged away the momentary dismay. Virgins were not
his usual style; he preferred experience in bed, but it was too late now - to late
for the both of them.
His lips brushed her cheeks, kissing away the salty tears, as he moved, more
slowly now, inside her sensuous warmth. Gently, deliberately, rhythmically he
teased the interior places until her sobbing ceased, replaced by small gasps
of pleasure, building each wave of sensation leisurely, lingering at the top
of his stroke and then withdrawing so as to allow the piercing sweet tremor
to reach fever pitch.
He took his time, noting with a sensualist's expertise when Elizabeth moved
and squirmed and when she thrust herself at him, matching his rhythm to hers
until he saw that she could no longer wait, and then, when he felt the climax
break over her, he poured his warm seed into her.
Elizabeth felt no guilt at the moment; the pleasure was so complete she only
felt drained, content, unable to move, wishing never, never to leave the soft,
warm bed.
Jack rolled over, pulling her into his arms; their bodies sated, they lay tranquil
in each other's embrace.
All too soon, reality crowded in. 'What in the world had she done? How could she
have allowed such freedoms? Was she truly depraved?'
Then Elizabeth's sensible, practical nature overcame the mild hysteria.
'For heaven's sake, it wasn't the end of the world-. If that was chaste respectable
love, she would gladly forgo the conventionalities.'
But Elizabeth experienced a frightening feeling of vulnerability when this darkly
handsome pirate touched her: it was as though she no longer belonged to
herself, as though he controlled her passion with his mearest touch.
How could she have permitted these rapturous feelings of hers to overcome
her genteel upbringing? Certainly Jack would never respect her now.
Elizabeth's eyelashes fluttered up and she gazed surreptitiously from under
their shield at the man who had so casually taken her virginity.
He was disturbingly handsome: fine aristocratic features; full, sensitive mouth;
dark, long wild hair; smooth bronze skin.
The rings on his fingers caught her eye as his hand rested possessively on her
hip, making her acutely aware of the contrast between their circumstances. He
was handsome, charming, seductively expert, she ruefully noted.
"I'm sorry for hurting you, Lizzie," he whispered gruffly. "I could not control
myself."
Elizabeth opened her mouth to respond but stopped when she felt Jack's sensuous
fingers stroking her breast, and a palpable shock of pleasure gripped her senses.
She opened her mouth to protest, but warm, tender lips covered hers and the words
died in her throat.
Arms that came up in remonstrance to push away the offending muscular chest
ineffectually trembled and then in capitulation, slid up around the powerful neck and
clasped the hard male contours tightly.
Jack, by way of apology for hunting Elizabeth last time, set out to please her, kissing
and caressing each sensitive area - lips, throat, breasts - and Elizabeth felt the
world slip away.
Only feeling mattered: the movement of his hands on her flesh, his lips worshiping
each part of her body, lingering and tantalizing until her breath came in short gasps
and her hips arched, seeking once again union with this man, seeking to fill the
burning, pulsing emptiness.The ache in her loins brought each nerve screaming
with the need for possession.
Jack reached up and gently unlocked her arms from around his neck, brushing her
cheek with his lips.
"Don't rush, Lizzie," he whispered. "There's plenty of time."
Elizabeth whimpered piteously as Jack moved away, and reached imploringly
for him, seeking the elusive release. But he brushed away the imploring arms and
languorously resumed the subtle stroking, running his hands over her belly, twining
his fingers in the silken hair below, gradually forcing her thighs apart and caressing
a delicate pattern along their inner contour.
Soon again sensuous fever was provoked; Elizabeth was dewy moist, running wet as
convulsive waves of sweet passion built and built.
Jack slipped down the bed between her thighs and rested his head on her belly. His
face felt softly prickly to her tender skin.
Moving downward, he kissed the downy hair, the braids on his beard tickling her lightly,
and his warm breath stirred her deliciously. Moving still lower, his lips nudged at the
soft folds of her pulsing, turgid, fleshy gates of paradise.
'What was he doing?' Elizabeth's eyes widened in alarm. 'He surely musn't kiss her there.'
She reached down and frantically attempted to push the encroaching head away.
Indifferent to her ineffectual efforts to dislodge him, Jack explored the outer lips, licking,
kissing, softly biting until the horror of paralyzed shock in Elizabeth's mind was overcome
by a driving fever that pulsed in time to her frenzied heartbeat.
Then Jack parted those lips with his long, cool fingers, and his teacious tongue probed her
innermost dew until her found the tiny lodestar of desire; and when he touched her there,
Elizabeth thought she would die.
She was flooded with explosive waves of tumultuous passion as Jack tenderly sucked
and tongued her rosy pearl. Her body writhed and twisted with the agony of her senses;
her fingers curled into the black thickness of his hair and clung as shudders quaked her
body.
When she thought she would explode from the building sensual hysteria, Jack moved the
full weight of his body onto her, slid his muscled legs intimately between hers, forcing
her soft thighs apart, raised himself, plunged his throbbing hardness into her with a low
groan, and drove in hungrily.
Elizabeth's thighs closed savagely around him, fusing their bodies in a primeval embrace.
She felt the hard, flat muscles of his stomach pressing against her, the power of his arms,
the broad muscles of his back flexing as each fierce thrust tore into her; the power and
energy, the gentleness and sensuous touch of this man filled her senses.
Jack's hands reached down to grasp her hips, driving home with all the frenzied power of
his lower body; his mouth closed over hers, and she moaned against the compulsive lips
as she was impaled on his exploding shaft of love.
Elizabeth keened a wild cry of raw, primitive fulfillment as her climax burst and rapture
flooded every fiber of her being.
They lay quiet for a long time. Jack felt heavy on her, but she liked the feel of him. His breathing
was still harsh, his pulse racing wildly as he brushed her cheek with his lips. Perspiration
beaded his body, and Elizabeth quivered pleasurably as she remembered his hard, lean
back arched in ecstasy beneath her fingers as he'd released his passion.
Many moments later, he stirred against her as if to draw away, and Elizabeth realized with
embarrassment that she was still clutching him tightly.
Her arms fell away, and Jack immediately rolled off her and onto his back, expelling
a long, low whistle of appreciative reverence.
Twisting back on his side, he planted a hasty kiss on Elizabeth's cheek.
"Never, sweet Lizzie, never in my life have I encountered such a hot-blooded virgin..."
he whispered.
He chuckled deep in his throat, contemplating the rich delight in tutoring such untried
passion.