Chapter 5: Only If

She usually pushed those desires aside, she had to compose herself, she was married and his condition didn't allow it. This time though something stuck in her mind. She's haunting him. He still thinks she's part of his hallucinations, which means she could take advantage of the situation. Take advantage of Jack, in some ways, but she was sure he wouldn't mind. His member has already told her that on several occasions. If he would think he was only imagining their bodily treat, he would never tell Will and nobody has to know. But would he oppose to her trying to kiss him again? She leaned forward and dried the sweat off him with the sheet, pausing and well-nigh hovering mid air when she bent forward to do the same with his neck. She was so close to his lips, so temptingly close. What was she doing? She didn't even understand herself, but right at this point in time reason slipped her mind. Maybe because she was too tired herself, but all she wanted is finding comfort in his arms. Was it the lack of Will or was Jack the representation of the closest she could mentally get to Will? She was impressed by Jack the first time they met and so many times afterwards. He was the real pirate she always dreamed about. So what if really him she wanted all along? She's the one who's ending up being weak here. Her desire didn't explain itself though and she felt drawn to his lips more and more. "Just an apology, Jack," she explained herself to him so that he doesn't make another comment about her kisses, her breath touching his chin.

His lips were warm too, so much softer than she thought a pirate's could be, just as the rest of his body, it was a hot night. She slowly nuzzled his bottom lip delicately. It was tasting delicious, sweet. Rum? How? Just when did he get his hands on rum?

His upper lip responded first by discovering the intruder. Soon he took charge in a slow, experimental kiss while his hands wandered exploringly down her sides, grabbing at her flesh under the light nightie in little circular motions.

Interlocked in passion, she felt unable to pull away and stop just by the kiss. Now she got the proof for herself and could realize with what intensity did she in fact want him. She welcomed it, it was for one night only and she had to make the best of it. "I love you, I love you!" She panted between feverish kisses. Where did that come from? Was it true? Her body seemed to think so as it arched eagerly towards him and she felt his body respond too in desperate need.

Jack grabbed her by the hips and pulled her on top of him, no longer the weak man he expected himself to be. But somehow what she was doing to him set off waves of energy originating around his midsection and coursing through his entire body again.

She slid herself on top of his already ready member and he started moving her quickly up and and down with his hips. Being filled by a man felt like being complete, the intensity of their encounter reminding her of her one day with Will. Only that, that love was the fulfillment of a childhood flame, this one was more mature, more deep seated. She was almost completely lost in her own enjoyment till she noticed Jack stopped moving with her. They were so close to the end, why did he stop? She stopped too, alarmed, her hands wandering over his stomach, "are you all right?" She was afraid the exercise didn't do him any good.

"I'm all good," he said raggedly and looked her in the eyes with a fondness that made her heart melt. "If Davvy Jones' locker makes me feel like this I wanna stay here forever."

Elizabeth smiled, "pleeese Jack..don't stop!" She started moving again, encouraging him till his rock hard member rid itself of its juicy load. She lifted her hips up and slid down his legs, inspecting the softer cock. It seemed yummy and her naughty imagination presumed it would taste like rum too. She had to try. Not completely cognisant of what was happening and not having too much strength, Captain Jack Sparrow was her toy boy for tonight. And the night was far from over.

Tbc