PART 3
Jack smiled as he watched her return to him gradually, her eyes focusing upon the room once more. "Jack…" was all she seemed capable of voicing at the moment. As she recovered he stepped out of his boots, and unlaced his breeches, pushing the worn cloth down his hips.
"D'ye know what the French call that, luv?" he asked, joining her upon the bed, clearly delighted by her state of happy befuddlement.
"I fear my lessons in French did not cover that particular subject," she answered lazily, a slow smile spreading on her lips.
"They call it la petite mort. The little death. Fitting, eh?"
Her smile widened slightly. How could her limbs be so simultaneously heavy and weightless? She felt as though she were made of clouds. "Are you implying that now you've killed me?" she asked, amused by the thought.
"Perhaps, though I think I have to do it a few more times 'fore we're even," he replied cheekily. She felt him lift the loose shirt from her body, and the captain paused to admire the view, his eyes burning with a dark fire she felt herself irresistibly drawn to.
"Beautiful," he grumbled against her skin, catching one rosy nipple between his teeth, kissing and laving the tip with his tongue. "Too bloody beautiful t'be out here."
"This is where I belong," she insisted breathlessly, and Jack lay down beside her, pulling her close. He shook his head, though he was smiling still, the corners of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly. She could have wept with joy, seeing that long lost smile again.
Jack kissed her deeply, an earthy taste upon his lips, and she realized it was herself she tasted upon him. She'd marked him with a piece of herself, and she found the thought irresistibly tantalizing.
Elizabeth's hands travelled over Jack's muscular chest and abdomen, admiring a physique most men half his age would envy. It was a body hardened by a life at sea, and she marveled at every part of it. When she took him into her hands, squeezing gently, Jack groaned, burying his face into her hair. She explored his length and shape, fascinated by his contours and the velvety softness of his skin, covering an organ that was seemingly impossibly hard for something made solely of flesh. She grazed his testicles lightly with the tips of her nails, causing Jack to hiss an intake of breath, his grip tightening upon her.
Jack pulled her close, leaning over her, nestling his body with ease between her hips. "M'sorry luv. I can't wait any longer," he whispered in her ear, rubbing the tip of himself against the places he'd manipulated so skillfully with his tongue. Somehow, she felt that fire ignite once more in the cradle of her hips. "I've been waiting…" A small growl escaped him as she rolled her hips against his. "For too long," he finished, suddenly reluctant to divulge exactly how long he'd wanted Miss Elizabeth Swann in his bed.
With a near preternatural sense for a secret being kept, she pressed him, "How long?"
Jack shook his head, unwilling to answer, thinking of a bonfire upon a deserted island in the middle of the Caribbean, and a beautiful lass who drank rum and ran in circles singing pirate songs with him there. The truth made him feel rather like a dirty old man taking advantage of a woman-child. At least she was a little older now, a little wiser. At least—
"How long?" she asked again, sliding her moist slit against his length once more, fascinated by the almost pained reaction it won her. He countered with a well-aimed thrust of his hips, placing himself just inside her entrance. "Oh!" she gasped, her hands convulsing upon his shoulders. Suddenly she forgot her question. She forgot everything but the desire to have Jack inside her. It was rather uncomfortable, truth be told, and yet still she wanted him to go on. To claim her, to make her his. To take something she could only give once, and she'd chosen to give it to him.
Jack propped himself up on his elbows, looking down his nose at her. She read untamed desire in his eyes, and also a hint of mischief. She had missed that look so much, yet now she remembered why she found it so infuriating. "Did I hear ye say something about…being sorry?" he asked with that wicked gleam.
The nerve. He would ask such a thing now when the only thing she could think clearly was that she needed him inside her. Determined not to be outdone, Elizabeth moved her hips, attempting to pull him deeper inside her, even if it caused her pain. But Jack was quicker, adjusting so that he hovered just inside her entrance.
She said a few choice words that would have scalded the ears of gentile company. Jack, however, only laughed with delight for her expanded pirate vocabulary, smiling wide enough for gold teeth to catch the candlelight. Despite her frustration, Jack's laugh, his voice filled with joy, was a sound that touched her in her heart, deep in her soul. She fought not to smile, afraid to encourage him any further.
"Aye? Ye were saying?"
Equal parts furious and flustered again, Elizabeth smacked his shoulder. "Can we get on with this, if you please?"
"If ye tell me the truth."
Beneath the teasing, Elizabeth glimpsed something raw in Jack's eyes. She realized he really needed to know. "Of course I'm sorry," she answered, cupping his cheeks her hands. "I was sorry then and I'm sorry now. Happy?"
"Very," he answered, nipping the lobe of her ear, and covering her throat with moist kisses. She felt him begin to slowly push inside her, and the pain she'd felt before was nothing compared to this. She gritted her teeth, burying her face in the bend of Jack's neck. He knew he was hurting her, as sure as he knew there was no other way. She felt something tearing inside her, and cried out as the worst pain stabbed at her loins. Jack stilled inside her, letting her adjust to the sensation of his body inside hers.
"It's done, luv," he said quietly, pressing a kiss to her temple.
He forged her anew with pain and fire, Elizabeth reckoned, his body and hers. She'd been irrevocably changed since the first moment they'd met. This seemed like the only logical conclusion.
She smiled cheekily, even as tears of pain gathered at the corners of her eyes. She ran her hands down his muscular back and the perfect curve of his buttocks, admiring his physique, dizzy with joy to have him in her hands. He was alive and in her arms. It was nothing less than a grand miracle.
"I certainly hope not yet, Captain Sparrow." It was the encouragement he needed, and slowly he began to move inside her, making room until he reached the end of her maddeningly tight channel with the tip of his manhood.
And it still hurt, though more of a dull throb with every thrust, rather than the sharp stabbing pain of her maidenhead breaking.
"Lizzy," he groaned against the bend of her neck, his voice strained and strange, a timbre she'd never heard from him. "It won't always hurt like this. Next time…will be better."
She bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile for hearing him say there would be a next time. In the end she lost the battle. "It's not so bad," she lied. She'd always been told this act was for a man's pleasure. In a way she never expected anything more. She'd never imagined there could be such pleasure possible, as what Jack had done to her with his mouth between her legs.
Jack shook his head though, knowing she was in pain, admiring her bravery. He felt her flinch every time he thrust inside her, and it made him feel like a bastard. He wanted her to know what it could be like, what it should be like between a man and a woman. Jack imagined the drivel she must have been fed about the duties of marriage, some nonsense about a lady did not partake in perverse pleasures or that physical enjoyment was solely a man's realm. He didn't have much experience with taking virgins, but he had an idea.
"Let's try something new, luv," he said, rolling their bodies so that Elizabeth perched on top of him. She gasped, unsure about the new position, though soon she realized she could control the angle and how far Jack was allowed inside her. With hands upon his chest she looked down at her pirate captain, his dark hair spread out upon the pillow, the charms in his hair glinting in the candlelight. He was beautiful. Wild, exotic, utterly breathtaking. And in this moment, he was hers.
She watched with curiosity as he licked his thumb, and rubbed that mind-numbing nub of flesh between her legs once more.
"Oh, Jack," she whispered, involuntarily rocking her hips upon his thumb. He groaned as she moved upon him, his eyes closing with pleasure.
"Better?" he rasped, flicking his thumb back and forth in a way that nearly stole her faculties for speech.
"Yes," she answered, her voice so husky she hardly recognized it as her own.
"Then ride me, darlin'. Take what you want. Your body knows."
Take what you want.
That he would say such a thing to her after what she'd done to him…perhaps he could forgive her someday after all.
Some little voice inside her, a left over thing from her former life, taunted Lizzy that she should be ashamed, riding Jack like a strumpet, naked as the day she was born and enjoying it to no ends. She quashed this voice inside her once and for all. It had no place in her world now. She closed her eyes and did as Jack told her, giving herself over to the sensations of Jack's touch and Jack's body inside hers. There was still pain, but the pleasure he invoked trumped her discomfort, even sharpened her pleasure somehow when she took him all the way. She never imagined it could be like this.
Jack watched the gilded goddess moving above him with fascination, her hands buried in her hair as she rocked her hips in time with that eternal rhythm. She moved like the waves, pleasure crashing over him with her every motion. He would come soon like this; it was too much to bear. He hoped she would too.
"Jack?" Her voice was like smoke from a pipe, sweet and rich.
"Aye?"
"Why did you come back to the ship?"
At first his clouded mind thought she meant from the Locker, but then he realized she meant earlier, when the Kraken had been making a meal of the Pearl.
"You know why," he groaned, clinging to what vestiges of his armor still remained.
"Tell me," she insisted, slowing her pace. He realized that despite her inexperience, she was toying with him, the way he had her, and for some reason it delighted him. She was a quick study in all things. Good he thought. That will keep her alive in this world.
Jack suddenly sat up, pulling her closer with a hand fisted in her hair. "You," he answered raggedy, pressing his lips to hers. "I came back for you."
She felt that indescribable heat building then, a blooming sensation that curled between her legs and spread throughout her body like lit powder, causing the room to spin and her spine to bow with the force of it. Her body clenched upon his, her tight walls milking his cock until he felt himself coming too. Panicked thoughts of not yet quickly gave way to a white hot and utterly blinding pleasure, Jack's mind gone numb as that final wave of release crashed into and over and through him, his trembling body spilling into hers.