A PIRATES TREASURE

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A Pirates Treasure

Chapter 3

Jack's fingers continued their wispy trail along her jaw line, setting her skin on fire in their wake.

"I didn't think you would come." She whispered against his lips. I thought you'd forgotten me."

Jack said nothing. He just held her tighter to him. Time slowed to the intensity of a dream. A dream she had never imagined would come true.

Slowly, Jack pressed his lips against hers. The heat from his mouth invaded her senses and, involuntarily her lips parted, hungry and eager for more. He brought his hands to her head, capturing her to hold her still while he moved his mouth over hers, tasting her sweetness with sure, slow movements. Elizabeth felt his breathing quicken and he growled low in his throat.

Her body quickened in reply, her blood swirling through her veins in response to his teasing lips. He pulled her closer and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Boldly, she slid her tongue against his, the contact in the hot, wet cavern immediately sensitising her whole body and bringing goose bumps out on her skin.

Jack groaned, shifting his grip from her head to her shoulders, and then followed the contours of her body to skim down to her breasts. Her heart beat frantically under the pressure from his hands as they lingered at the swell of her breasts, his rough knuckles creating an exquisite friction. She wanted more…much more.

With a soft cry, she glided her tongue into the hot moistness of his mouth, feeling his body jerk in response, while a moan drifted from his mouth to hers.

Jack moved his body slightly away from hers, releasing her hands that had been trapped between them and finally allowing her hands to slide around him and pull his shirt out of his breeches and gain access to his passion slicked skin, while he shrugged out of his jacket and let it fall to the floor She immediately let her hands drift about his torso, discovering every plane and ridge, every scar and silky smooth expanse of muscle, delighting in the feel of his muscles tensing as her trembling hands glided over his body.

His heart thudded beneath her palms, mimicking the racing rhythm of her own. She leant back to pull his shirt higher revealing more of his body to her, the sheer act of which bringing their lower bodies together and causing her to gasp as she felt his arousal press at the juncture of her thighs.

Jack groaned, a tortured sound that seemed to be dragged from his very soul.

"'M no saint, Lizzie. Stop now, or I'll take ye right here!"

Paying his words no heed, his hands crept to the back of her gown and started to undo the closures, muttering under his breath as his eager fingers fumbled over the task. With a muffled oath he finally gave up and in desperation, forced the material apart, shearing the buttons off the fabric.

Elizabeth closed her eyes as she savoured the sensual feeling of her gown being eased down her shoulders allowing the cool air to settle upon her heated skin. Her whole body pulsed to the rhythm pumping through her veins, moistness settling between her thighs. She leaned into Jack, feral mewling noises audible in the still room.

"Easy, luv. Not here. Not like this, on the floor in your parlour." Jack managed to ground out.

Boldly, Elizabeth brought her hand to the front of his breeches and his straining arousal. Pressing slightly, she moved her hand along his length, feeling him twitch beneath her palm.

"You want me, Jack."

His breath hissed out from between his lips and he quickly grabbed her wrist and stopped her actions.

"Oh sweet Lord, Lizzie! There's no denyin' that but I won't take ye here. I'd at least pictured a bed when we did this!"

"I just want you, Jack." She whispered, hunger evident in each syllable.

He released his grip. She immediately reached for his breeches and began to work on the fastenings.

"Elizabeth!"

The tone of his voice drew her gaze back to his face.

"Lizzie. Rememb'r. I'm a pirate! Savvy? Ye want t' be taken, I'll take ye, but b' sure ye know who I am. 'Tis not sweet William yer tanglin' with. B' sure ye know that!"

Elizabeth could see the passion etched on his face and it didn't take her long to work out that he was worried about her. Wanted her to be sure that she knew what she was doing.

"Jack…I never…um…we didn't…nothing happened…" her quiet voice petered out, leaving a heavy, poignant silence in the room.

"What?!" Jack's voice registered his shock. "Lizzie, luv, r' ye tryin' t' tell me that he never touched ye? Never lay with ye? That yer still a virgin?"

Her voice was so quiet that it was almost just a breath. "Yes." Elizabeth hung her head and felt the shaming heat rise in her cheeks to join the passion fuelled heat already there. "I don't know what to do." she continued, ashamed.

Jack was astounded. He couldn't believe that any red-blooded, sane man would pass the opportunity of making love to this unique and baffling woman. All those nights he had tortured himself with images of her and the whelp tangled together, during their 24 hours. Now, she was telling him that nothing had happened between them…that they had spent their time together talking and doing nothing more innocent than…what…hold hands…kiss?

He shook his head to clear his incoherent thoughts.

"Jack?" Elizabeth asked, hesitantly, bringing his mind clearly back to the present.

He reached for her and gathered her to him, feeling her body sag in relief. "Oh, Lizzie. Don't worry, darlin'. I'll show ye. Twas just a shock, that's all. Now, kiss m' like ye mean it!" he challenged.

Elizabeth had every intention of doing that. She had been worried that, knowing she wasn't as experienced as he had thought her to be, he would refuse to continue. She had danced around her feelings for Jack for too long. There were so many things she needed to learn about him and tonight she would take her fill.

She poured every feeling in her body into that kiss, trying to show him, without words how much she wanted this.

Jack groaned and followed her lead, before pulling away and lifting her into his arms. He strode out of the room and carried her up the stairs, pushing open the first door he came to, relief evident when he found her bedroom.

With infinite care, he laid her on the bed and removed the gown that was now wrapped about her legs, leaving her clad only in her thin, almost transparent chemise. With one, fluid movement he removed his shirt and boots before joining Elizabeth on the bed.

Lying on his side, he trailed his fingers lightly across her face, tracing her lips repeatedly until her lips parted and she caught his finger between them, drawing it into her mouth and sucking the tip.

Jack's heart thudded and his head began to swim, casting him onto a turbulent sea of raw emotion. Fighting to keep his passion in check, he moaned, and ground his arousal against her hip, causing her to gasp at the feel of him. He swiftly removed his finger from her mouth and continued his lazy trail down her body.

Elizabeth lost all sense of time and place, arching her neck and back away from the bed to increase the pressure of his trailing fingers. Finally, to her relief, they reached her tight and aching breasts. His thumb teased her nipples into peaks through the thin material and she caught her breath at the pure, liquid sensation that flowed down to her belly. For long, torturous minutes his hot, wet, slippery lips tugged and teased her nipples, while his tongue laved each peak, the stimulation increased by the wet material covering them. Her breath came in gasps as she writhed beneath him, silently asking him for more.

His mouth moved back to hers while his fingers continued their delicious assault. Their breath mingled in untamed desire and she buried her hands in his hair, holding him close while scraping her nails across his chest, her hands making their own descent. She started, once again an assault on the fastenings of his breeches, before starting to tug them down his body until Jack had to help her by raising his hips to allow them passage. The material slid over the skin of his backside and down his legs before he kicked them off to form a pool at the foot of the bed. He then turned his attention to Elizabeth.

The top of her chemise was wet from his tongue, the rest of the garment had bunched around her waist from her frantic writhing. Gently, Jack sat her up and removed it, watching her body finally emerge to his gaze, worshiping her with his eyes, then throwing the offending garment over his shoulder, where it fell on top of his breeches.

"Beautiful!" he sighed.

Once again, his mouth claimed hers, the weight of him increasing and pushing her back down to the bed, his body half covering hers. The feeling of his naked body in close contact with hers was so erotic that Elizabeth groaned into his waiting mouth, every nerve ending in her body exploding into a maelstrom of sensation. She dug her fingers into his broad shoulders as his hand slipped lower and found the pressure building between her legs.

"Oh God, Jack!" she cried as he applied pressure to her with his palm, before his fingers found the centre of her desire, driving her crazy with wanting him, following the rhythm as old as time.

"I can't wait, Lizzie!" he ground out between clenched teeth. "Damn! I tried but I need you, luv!"

His hands came back to her breasts and brought one swollen tip to his mouth, teasing and nipping her with his teeth. When he'd had his fill and Elizabeth was begging him for more, he placed his knee between her legs and guided them apart, placing himself, kneeling, between them. He reached for her and placed his hands beneath her, lifting her and sliding her down the bed toward him until his engorged shaft pressed against her.

Slowly, gently, he eased himself into her tightness, pausing as her met her barrier. Instinctively, she tensed, preparing herself for the assault ahead.

Jack looked into her face. "Easy, luv. I'll try not t' hurt ye."

Elizabeth saw the restraint he was using in every line of his face. She gazed into his eyes and felt herself fall deep into the abyss they held. Pirate or not, she knew without a shadow of doubt that she trusted this man more than she would ever trust anyone. She felt her body relax without conscious thought, her eyes closed and she felt the delicious sensation of Jack throbbing within her.

Jack felt her relax and slid a hand between them. Elizabeth shuddered and gasped as his practiced fingers built a storm of longing within her, making her writhe and arch towards him, towards something as yet unknown. Her hips started to undulate pressing him deeper, building the pressure until finally with a penetrating thrust; he breached the barrier and was completely sheathed within her. He remained still, his whole body shaking with the effort it cost him not to plunge within her, allowing her the time to become accustomed to his presence.

Elizabeth felt but a moment's pain, a fleeting second before a burst of heat radiated out and flowed across her body. Finally Jack began to move. He rocked his hips and she followed his lead, building an exquisite heat that flowed through her veins in a wave of need. Dampness quickly coated their skin increasing the pleasure as their slick bodies glided over each other. Jack claimed her mouth in a searing, hot, open mouthed kiss, plundering her mouth as if it were his horde of treasure, increasing the pace of their love making, becoming urgent and all consuming. The wave of longing grew with each thrust, becoming higher, more insistent. With no warning, the wave crested and slammed into her, carrying her into another world where she was wrapped in sensation and light as every muscle contracted and exploded.

"Jack!" she cried, and clung to him.

A moment later she felt him join her in the white hot light, spilling his seed deep within her and causing her to contract around him once again, before returning to earth and being wrapped securely in his arms.

Elizabeth snuggled up to him, enjoying the aftermath of their love making. She smiled. What was Jack's saying? Take all you can – Give nothing back? Well, when it came to making love THAT certainly didn't apply to him!

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