WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS. You have been warned!!
Time had stopped once more. And for a moment, Elizabeth forgot to breathe. She was consumed only with the simple actions of touching her lips to his, moving her tongue with his, and slowly molding herself to his body.
Jack's chest hammered in his head as he kissed Elizabeth softly, slowly, wanting to taste her and touch her and own her. He would make sure to take time and initiate her gently. But Elizabeth had other plans.
It was she who intensified the kiss, running her tongue along the seam of his lips, silently demanding access. She had forgotten how to breathe. She had forgotten how to think. All she could do was feel...
Jack moved his lips against hers feverishly, firmly kissing her while every muscle in his body stood at attention. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and lay her back into the sand as she made a soft sound and hurriedly broke their kiss. But it was only to breathe.
She could feel the blood moving in her veins. She could feel each tiny grain of sand against her hair. Something in that moment shifted. She wanted this. She wanted him immediately. She wanted to feel Jack inside her. And she couldn't wait any longer.
His hands were underneath her, on her lower back as she desperately pulled his face to hers. It ignited some kind of baseness in Jack he had never felt, and he unconsciously began to move against her. Hard. She steadied herself against him, arching into that desperate friction she so craved. Driven by pure instinct, his hands went to her clothed thighs, pulling them apart and settling between them, rocking his hips against hers roughly.
She cried out and arched her back, pulling his head by the hair. Jack realized that this would not be sweet, nor slow. It would be fast and hard and powerful. He would make her his, and before it was over he would hear her cry his name and she would have to beg him to stop.
His hands moved to the front of her shirt and ripped as she screamed, becoming exposed to him as he pulled her in for another kiss.
His hands found her nipples. She ran her hands under his shirt, roughly against the skin of his back.
Was it day? Was it night?
His mouth found her right breast as she shuddered.
She pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it away.
He moved his hands to her trousers, and she tried to stop him with her own hands, but he was controlled by urge now. He grabbed her hands and forced them over her head as she cried out again. Then he grabbed both wrists in a single hand and yanked her trousers open with the other.
She was arching against him, screaming and crying. Calling his name over and over as she struggled against him.
He readied himself and looked in her eyes before entering her. She was deathly afraid but managed to stare back, giving her unspoken approval.
She thought she had been ripped in half for a moment. And then, the pain was over and all she could smell was her sweat mixed with his; all she could hear was her heart beating in her ears. He released her arms, and in an instant her hands were about his back as he forced her legs further apart with his hands. She wrapped her legs around him as he furiously moved within her. She was sliding against the sandy cave floor, moving with the force of his thrusts.
Elizabeth was on overload. Too many things were happening at once and she screamed again, slapping him hard, hating him, wanting him, loving him, terrified all the while. He covered her mouth with his hand and she bit down softly. She wrapped her small hands around his arm and squeezed. She felt it then; fire between her legs, steadily growing. She bit harder as he mercilessly moved inside her, shoving her into the sand beneath. It was utterly animalistic; both satisfying and horrifying.
He grunted as he pushed into her and she moved one of her hands against the rock of the wall so her head didn't hit it. The tears ran down her face, but she had stopped crying. She moaned as she moved to his neck, not stopping until she placed her heated lips to the pulse at the base she found. And then she was nearing something, something wonderful and frightening, and when she closed her eyes she saw colors. A moment later, she felt she was soaring. Sounds faded away until everything was muffled, including her own scream. Motion slowed and the colors danced brightly behind her eyelids, like beautiful flickering lights in a port. Her muscles tensed and relaxed and she moved her legs from around Jack, and then she felt as if she had died and been reborn, all in the space of several seconds.
She was jolted back to reality when Jack grabbed her hair, whispering roughly in her ear.
"Again."
'Again'. It echoed in the corners of her brain, in the dusty areas one would compare to an unused library. She gasped and moved and pushed her weight against her hand to distance her head from the rock of the cave wall.
He paused momentarily to look at her. They were both out of breath, and he was dizzy. He leaned in and kissed her, still inside. Gently he reached for the back of her knee. His tongue found hers, as he raised her leg and resumed his motions, painfully slowly.
In and out. In and out.
They were purposefully slow. She grabbed his shoulders, pleading for him to move more quickly, but he wouldn't oblige. She thought he was simply trying to frustrate her, when in reality, he was fairly close to the brink himself. She moved her hips, trying to spur him on, but he kept his maddening pace. It was so slow it was exquisite torture and she felt the tears fall freely--more of exhaustion and frustration than anything else.
He leaned down to her ear again.
"Don't cry, luv."
He pressed her leg farther, and she responded by bringing the other up again, wrapping them around his back as he started moving. Faster, harder, rocking her until she thought she would die. And for a second, she honestly believed she would.
"Again," he spoke, his voice a ragged whisper.
He pushed into her; so hard she thought she would break. And then, with her legs about him and her hands on his sweat-slicked back, she took a deep breath and obliged.