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CHAPTER 4 "A little misunderstanding "
Elizabeth was leaning her back against the palm tree, her limp legs nearly failing to carry her weight. She was out of breath, her eyes covered with heavy lids, desire pulsing in her veins. And then, Jack's wonderful warmth suddenly disappeared.
"Sorry...got carried away...whelp's territory..." His words echoed in her head, and she came round instantly, realizing what had happened.Despite the drowsiness that had come over her, her eyes snapped open to see Jack walking away, and she rushed after him on wobbly legs.
"Jack...? Wait!! "
She caught up with him quickly and embraced him tightly from behind, unwilling to let him make a single step forward.
"I only asked you not to stop, silly you..." she whispered into his ear, and began planting soft but hungry kisses on his shoulder, clinging to his body, sliding her palms across his handsome chest. "Don't you ever stop, Jack. I need you... "
Jack closed his eyes and swallowed. All of a sudden, his deep disappointment vanished without a trace, replaced by the blatant need building in his body. Despite all this, he chose not to react, and stood there still and quiet, attentively listening to her tender words, deeply enjoying her sweet caresses.
"Don't refuse me, Jack. Don't make me beg..." she continued between her kisses "Give me what I've been dreaming of for so long. Something that Will has never given to me..."
He smiled inwardly, briefly returning to the day of his first encounter with the whelp in the Port Royal's smithy . "I knew it! I've seen him through, the very first moment I've sighted this eunuch, that calls himself a man!"
"I'm not his territory, Jack. He'd neither kissed me, nor he'd ever touched me the way you just did, not to talk of- " she paused blushing.
It was damn hard for Jack to believe it was real. Or was it just his wild imagination playing its dirty tricks on him? He felt as if he was lost in one of his crazy fantasies again.
"Jack! Are you even listening ?" She didn't realize how her confession made Jack burn inside, until he turned round to face her. His nearly black eyes smoldered with lust and fire, making him look all the more alluring.
"A truly wicked temptress you are," he hissed "Why didn't you express yourself that clearly before, eh?"
Lizzie's eyes came to rest on his lips. She expected them to crash upon hers in a demanding kiss, but Jack was teasing her instead. He was playing with her lips, brushing them fleetingly with his own, nipping them gently; virtually driving her out of her mind. The feeling of his hands slipping under the fabric of her shirt caused series of shivers run down her spine; yet, he was barely touching her skin. Even in her dreams she wouldn't have suspected, that this rogue, this pirate could touch her in the softest of ways.
After a long while, his hungry eyes met her glassy gaze - a wordless plea for more... He claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss, making her moan in reply. She was running her fingers through his dreadlocks, drawing him closer, inhaling the unique scent of his skin. His scent intoxicated her everytime he was around her, making her feel what no other man had ever made her feel. Waves of overwhelming pleasure were passing through her body, causing her heart to make hundreds of "thump-thumps" a minute - or maybe she only felt this way?
"Just in case, missy..." he parted from her lips briefly "Let me warn you that from now on, there will be no stopping, no matter what you say or do...Count on that..." he whispered huskily.
Jack desired her for too long, and intended not to waste one single minute of their short stay on the island. Unfortunately, Lizzie's shirt didn't allow him to explore her further. He kissed her again with renewed fervor, while his hands kept on fighting with the stubborn buttons. Struggling hard to unbutton her shirt, at the same time eagerly tasting the sweetness of her lips, he staggered making them lose their balance and fall on the soft grass.
"Bugger...damn, useless,disturbing buttons !" he growled ,as his patience was about to run out.
To his surprise , Lizzie was giggling at his lack of patience. He, however, didn't see anything funny in the fact that said buttons were still standing in his way to undress her.
"To hell with all of you! " he growled, tearing them off with his teeth, one after another.
"Jack! What are you doing?"
"Everything but stopping, luv. And make sure you never ask this damn question again."
"I mean the buttons!" she gasped
"You don't need them anyway.Told you before it should be a dress or nothing..." he reminded her while pulling her shirt.Stunned with the sight of half naked Lizzie laying underneath him, he smiled seductively.
"Well, nothing is decidedly the better option..."
Her face flushed deep crimson as her shirt was getting ripped off her body; her round shapes exposed to a man for the first time in her life. "You don't feel comfortable like that, 'Lizbeth? No need to be shy...It's just you and dear old Jack." he winked at her, flashing her a golden grin.
He was pressing open-mouthed kisses against the soft skin of her throat, his tongue slowly moving down her body ,making her tremble in bliss and anticipation. His breathing quickened when she reached for the belts of his breeches, trying to open them with her shaky hands.
"No more shy Lizzie? How did that happen, I wonder?" To his amusement, it was a long battle.She won it eventually,tossing both belts away,and a triumphant smile appeared on her face. But then she remembered that there was still a sash.
"Dear God! "she rolled her eyes in annoyance "What in the world makes you wear so many of them? One would do!"
"So eager?" he grinned devilishly, noticing how desperate she was to get rid of the disturbing stuff. Instead of helping her to deal with his sash, he quickly managed to open her own breeches and pull them off her swiftly.
"You are a goddess, Lizzie..." he said huskily, his eyes devouring her body, deliciously illuminated by the flames of bonfire.
He took her breath away, kissing her in abandon, savouring her lips and the closeness of her body. After getting rid of his breeches, he covered her body with his completely, and they were both struck by the incredible skin-on-skin sensation. Fresh wave of lust hit their bodies, turning their kisses more agressive. Seeing Lizzie gasping for air, Jack shifted his lips to her neck, sucking and nipping her delicate flesh, leaving marks for everyone to see.
"I need you..." she whispered
"Peas in a pod, darling." he replied, lowering his lips to steal another kiss;delicate, yet passionate at the same time. She inhaled sharply, closing her arms around him, crying out in stabbing pain.
"I'll make it up to you, Lizzie.I promise."
Her tears were slowly drying on her rosy cheeks and she was calming down thanks to his tender whispers and sweet kisses he was planting all over her face. He started moving within her and she welcomed it calling his name ,arching for him in passion.They were climbing higher and higher to the rhythm of the humming waves, embraced by the magical aura of a starry Caribbean night.
"I want it to last forever,Jack..." Her words came in gasps, her body trembling as violently as his, and he knew it wouldn't last any longer.
"Come Lizzie, fly with me..."
His words sent her into oblivion and she bit his shoulder unconciously, making him hiss in pain. He followed her, discovering unknown hights. Their interwined bodies shuddered together reaching brightest of skies, before suddenly free falling into the ocean's deepest abyss; its soothing darkness gently enveloping their exhausted bodies.
He lay his head on her chest, dizzy and drunk with happiness.
"How are you, luv?" he asked meeting her radiant gaze, and her beautiful lips twisted in the sweetest of smiles.
"I drowned in the ocean of bliss, Jack. And I want to drown with you again"
"Well, the night is young, and I'm more than willing to drown with you, Lizzie." He softly kissed her swollen lips "Over and over again..."
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