Endings and Beginnings
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Chapter 4
Dreams swirled in Elizabeth's mind, each more graphic than the last. Beneath the surface of her consciousness, she allowed herself to examine things without guilt, without the pressures of title, past history or responsibility. Gallantly, she fought the outcome, half of her acknowledging that what she wanted to do was right, half of her refusing to accept what her sub-conscious mind told her. Unconsciously, she thrashed about in Jack's bunk; her pride not letting her accept what she needed to do…what she knew was the right path. Finally, the images became too much to bear.
Gasping, tears coursing down her face, she shot upright in the bunk, straight into a pair of warm, strong arms that cocooned her from the world and offered hope.
"Shhh, Lizzie. Tis alright, luv. I'm here…"
'Jack' her troubled mind acknowledged. 'Thank God!'
His arms held her tight and rocked her gently, pulling her to her knees while pressing tiny, fluttering kisses on her hair while his hand held her head protectively under his chin, calming her quickly with soothing words and the very presence of him. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply…the smell of salt, rum and the unmistakable essence of him filled her senses and she felt safe, secure in the knowledge that this man would never let anything hurt her, would lay his life on the line for her without a seconds thought, and her heart soared.
Jacks hand, which had been cupping the back of her head, moved around and moved her slightly away from him before cupping her chin and lifting it, allowing him to look into her face.
Anxiously he scanned her face, his gaze moving from her eyes before coming to rest on her lips.
"Oh m' God, Lizzie." he whispered, "Ye are so beautiful."
Her lips parted and, without even realising it, she ran the tip of her tongue across the silken bow, feeling her heart begin to thud as she did so and a wonderful feeling of anticipation grip her.
Jack groaned before his lips swooped down and claimed hers with a hunger he had never felt. Instantly, heat exploded between them and he pulled her closer, angling his mouth on hers to deepen their contact, recklessly plunging his tongue into the moist, damp cavern of her mouth, meeting her tongue probe by probe, savouring the contact that caused the blood to pound in his veins.
Elizabeth was lost. She had never experienced anything so sublime, so instant, and so shockingly electrifying. Jack's mouth moved rhythmically on hers, the pressure, so sure, so hot and desperately decadent that she craved more. She moaned and immediately Jack pulled her closer to him as his tongue took possession of her mouth, causing her blood to race through her veins and pinpricks of electric to course through her body. His body was pressed so close to hers that she felt the pressure of him against her breasts, her stomach and her thighs. Everywhere they touched was brought to life by the ache gathering there.
Jack was in danger of being swept away, all reason being destroyed by the raw emotion pounding through his body. Reluctantly, he eased the kiss, before lifting his head and catching his breath.
"Lizzie, luv. I've tried fer so long not t' touch ye, but yer all I can think 'bout. I lie awake at night thinkin' bout ye an wantin' ye desperately, wantin' t' stroke ye, touch ye…make love t' ye."
"But I want you to touch me, Jack…need you to. Please don't stop."
She looked at his face, felt his hands running over her back, so strongly, so possessively, and realised that this was what she wanted, had yearned for.
"I don't want t' hurt ye, luv."
Elizabeth flushed, her cheeks becoming pinker and pinker with every passing second. Finally she whispered, "Umm, Today…today was…umm…" Lost for words, she didn't know how to voice what had happened between her and Will earlier. She tried again, lowering her gaze from Jack's. "Ummm…Jack, earlier…Will and….."
"Are ye tryin' t' tell me in yer own sweet way, luv, that yer no longer a virgin, Lizzie?"
Slowly, sitting back on her heels and directing her gaze at the messed up bed between them, she nodded, feeling shame flood her as quickly as the ecstasy Jack had produced.
Jack placed his finger under her chin and, once again, tipped her gaze to meet his own.
"Lizzie, luv, don't ever feel ashamed of somethin' from t' past. It happened, he's yer husband…but this is t' here an' now…an' I want an' need ye…savvy?"
Locked into his gaze, Elizabeth once more nodded her head, a tear trickling slowly down her heated cheek. Slowly, with infinite care, Jack leant towards her and caught the glistening jewel with his tongue, before, as she gasped and closed her eyes, placing a gentle kiss on both of her eyes.
"Ever since I first saw ye, I've dreamt of this…" he whispered against her mouth before sliding his tongue inside and teasing her inner lip, then claiming her mouth as his own, stoking the flames that once again sprang to life.
The desire built once more in Elizabeth, the alcohol she had consumed earlier also kicking into her system, as she wantonly started to rub her breasts across his chest, matching the rhythm of his probing tongue, actually feeling a moan grow inside his chest before it erupted in his mouth, mimicking the sound The Pearl made deep within when it turned too quickly. Slowly, she broke the contact with him, needing to feel him against her, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. She sat back once more and brought her hands to the buttons of her shirt. Thanking God silently that she had changed into this particular shirt earlier on her arrival back on board, she started on the buttons.
Jack gasped as he saw what she was doing, as maddeningly slowly, the skin covering her collar bones at the base of her neck was revealed, a luminescent glow by the lanterns light. His lips parted as he needed more air to breathe. Beads of perspiration popped out on his brow, as a widening v was revealed between her breasts. The cloth still concealed her nipples but its shadow failed to hide the soft globes. He moaned again as he realised she wore no underclothes.
"Lizzie-" he forced out between dry lips.
Moving rapidly, she unfastened the last two buttons at her waist, the v widening as the material started to slip off her shoulders.
"Lizzie! If ye don't want this, ye need t' stop, luv…" his eyes begged her to go on, his gaze locked on her hands.
He seemed almost paralysed as if somehow, the sight of her skin had robbed him of the ability to move, speak or even think. The only thing that was moving was his chest, heaving as his breath came in gasps.
Elizabeth released the buttons at her wrists, before grasping the material at her waist and shrugging the shirt off her body, lifting it up over her head before throwing it to the floor. Jack looked at her as if she had revealed a treasure chest of gold. Her fingers came to the buttons at her breeches, releasing them quickly and pushing the material over her buttocks and down her legs, revealing the blonde thatch between her legs. Jack moaned as if in pain. She sat back and pulled the clinging breeches over her feet before throwing them down onto her shirt.
Craving and hunger radiated from Jack's eyes, making her knees weak and causing her own breathing to become shallow.
"Lizzie…you are so, so beautiful, luv." Jack whispered, his voice gruff and strained with desire.
The pulse between Elizabeth's legs grew stronger at the look in his eyes, and she drew the back of her fingers over her body, following the current flowing to her centre. She slowly moved her finger tips over her nipples and felt them grow harder at the touch, before she dropped her hand lower and touched one finger to the throbbing pulse between her legs.
"Dear Lord-" Jack exploded towards her, his eyes hooded with the force of his desire. He took the hand that she had placed to the juncture of her thighs. Her finger was damp and coated with the moisture it had found there. Jack took the finger into his mouth and suckled it, closing his eyes as he did so.
The highly erotic action dragged at Elizabeth's belly, the feeling sending white hot shards of light from her centre to her breasts and made her head spin. How, she thought, could so simple an action create such a devastating reaction?
Jack guided her fingers to his shirt and together, they pulled the material free of his breeches. Wasting no time, Jack ripped the garment over his head and threw it to the mounting pile. Elizabeth fell upon his naked torso, rubbing her hands up and down his sweat slicked trunk, running her nails against his skin, delighting in the power she had over him as his breath was once again dragged from his lungs.
In response, Jack reached forward and, parting the hair at the juncture of her thighs, touched the heated nub it hid. The reaction was instant. Elizabeth immediately became a raw bundle of sensation, pressing her thighs together to stop herself crying out.
"Lizzie," Jack panted in her ear, "Take m' breeches off, luv…hurry sweetheart."
She fought to pull herself together from the onslaught his finger had produced and with a few deft movements released him from the constraining material. His shaft sprang forth, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
Jack dragged her body ruthlessly against his, holding her against him while he slated his mouth across hers, stoking the flames higher and higher with each thrust of his tongue. His shaft had come to rest between her thighs and she began to rub herself along it, as Jack brought his hands to the base of her buttocks and held her in rhythm until she thought she would die with wanting.
Suddenly he lifted her until the tip of his manhood just pressed against her centre. The feeling of it poised there made her head pound in the same rhythm as his heartbeat and she instinctively curled her knees up, tucking them under his arms. In this position, the sensitive insides of her thighs created a delicious friction against the sides of his chest and made her play with his tip, rubbing up and down, up and down, pressing it closer each time, feeling it seek an entrance.
An unknown, choking, cloying feeling climbed higher and higher inside her and she started to panic, pushing frantically against his chest, sobbing at the frightening sensation.
"Hush, luv. Jus' let it happen…" Jack panted, valiantly trying to hold back his own release. "I've got ye, darlin'. Nothin' bad will happen…"
His husky voice started shivers up and down her spine, which prolonged the delightful feeling. Elizabeth, following Jack's guidance, relaxed and was immediately swept away on a tidal wave of sensation, feeling as if she were a small boat, crashing onto jagged rocks, the sheer pureness of the exquisite feeling making her cry out. As the delicious feeling abated she collapsed against him.
Jack pressed her harder against his shaft, feeling her tight against him as her, as yet untutored skin fought against his entrance. Then, as she stretched and allowed him entrance, he felt the most glorious moistness and heat combined with a tightness he had never known.
Elizabeth felt the swirling seas return and cried out.
"Oh m' God!" Jack said, pulling out, "Did I hurt ye?
The fright in his voice startled her. "No! Don't stop, Jack! Please don't stop!"
"Oh m' darlin' Lizzie." A deep and contented rumble emerged from his throat, "If ye even guessed how yer makin' me feel, luv. Yer everythin I ever dreamed of an' more. I don't want t' hurt ye luv. Take m' in slowly darlin'"
Elizabeth tried to slow the rhythm pounding within her and control the decent of her body. Jack suddenly took hold of a nipple as it passed his mouth, alternating hard suckling with little nips from his teeth.
"Oh God, Jack! Elizabeth shouted, fighting him for control.
"Lizzie, trust me." he panted huskily. "Tis my turn t' steer!"
Once more he pressed against her, feeling her open to receive him and allowing him to slide his long length deep inside her.
"Did that hurt?" he asked, praying for a negative answer.
"No, Jack. Please don't leave me!"
"Then move with me, luv. Come with me, Lizzie."
He started a rhythm; it reminded her of the rocking of The Pearl, the crashing of a storm. She met his thrusts, dragging him deeper and deeper. She felt her nub grow warm, ripening with the pressure building inside her. She felt the surging inside her, the now familiar feeling of waves crashing on rocks and bursting open. She cried out, just as Jack shuddered, arching his back and driving deep into her.
"Lizzie-"he gasped, before collapsing against her, both of them collapsing from their knees to the bunk, where they lay panting.
"Oh, m' darlin Lizzie." Jack gasped, before shifting to lean on one elbow beside her. He kissed her gently, brushing the blonde hair back from her face. "I never knew it could be so perfect. Yer so…"
He didn't finish, as she covered his mouth with hers, moving her lips over his once again.
Eventually, she drew back. "Jack, I didn't know it could be like that either…"
They spent several minutes touching and holding each other.
Jack whispered, "I love ye, Lizzie."
But she was asleep, curled against him. Secure in the knowledge that nothing could hurt her.
Well, that's it for now. Hope you enjoyed it! Lucky, lucky Lizzie….! Now go review…PLEASE!