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Noise Complaint	By : poorlittlerichgirl91 Category: S through Z > Titanic Views: 1612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You're wearing far too many clothes, Miss. Let's get you undressed. . ." He nipped at the skin on her neck, heat practically permeating off him. His hands wandered to her lower back, tugging at the sash on her dress.
Feeling the sash untie and the dress loosen somewhat, she rolled her eyes at his persistence and laughed to herself.
"Would you believe I used to be the shyest girl when it came to taking off my clothes?" She grinned as his lips travelled up the column of her neck. "I couldn't think of anything worse than being nude. Servants used to dress me and I hated it. I was so embarrassed. When you sketched me, I thought I might die. I was afraid you would think I looked funny."
He laughed softly, his breath tickling her ear and causing an outbreak of goosebumps to cover her forearms. "You? Look funny? Oh no, Rose, Rose, Rose. . ." His lips travelled back up to hers, emphasising each word with a kiss. "You sweet, wonderful thing." She giggled against his onslaught of kisses, now showering her face. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Even before I fell in love with you I thought you were gorgeous. When I was try'na get you to come back over the rail I could barely think I was so blown away by your beauty. . ."
She smiled. "God, I love you." She pushed some hair from his eyes, raising an eyebrow mischievously. "Of course, nowadays it seems I struggle to keep my clothes on around you. . ."
His eyes glazed over with desire, biting his lip as though trying to suppress his hunger for her.
"Well that's what you get for running off with an uncouth steerage boy, huh?" He whispered against her lips, closing the space between them.
"Best decision I ever made," She smiled into his kiss, which started slow and built in intensity. Within minutes, Rose was struggling to match his assertive kisses with her own as he brought a hand to cup her face and explored her mouth forcefully. Perhaps 'forceful' was the wrong word - Rose didn't feel forced and she knew that all it took was one signal from her and he would stop without question or complaint, but it was a word that described the power of Jack's kisses as he fought for dominance and won, taking control.
Rose heard a moan escape her throat, unaware of her surroundings as she lost herself. Suddenly they were moving, his hands on her hips backing her into the bedroom. . .
His hungry kisses didn't stop until he'd gently pushed her over to the bed, lowering her down and hovering over her. His fingers unfastened the buttons on her dress, kissing softly the skin that was revealed with every unfastening.
"Oh Rose," He whispered in the darkness, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
He slipped her dress off, feeling himself salivate at the sight of her creamy midriff and the way her breasts bounced in her sheer camisole. He groaned with want as his eyes drank in her body.
He lifted her onto his lap so she was straddling him in her undergarments, her curls covering his face like a curtain as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Her fumbling hands eagerly found his suspenders, sliding them off his broad shoulders and immediately working on his shirt buttons. With some assistance, she slipped his shirt off, craning her neck to kiss the golden skin that was uncovered.
As their mouths melted into one another's, she felt his hardness press against her crotch. His fingers fiddled with the lace on her camisole, cupping her through the thin material.
"Let me see," he pleaded, groaning impatiently, earning a quiet laugh from her as he helped lift the garment over her head.
Totally nude except for her silk bloomers which were dampening against his hardness, he pulled away from her lips to stare in amazement at her body. Despite having done this enough times to memorise every last freckle she had, her body still took his breath away as though it was the first time he'd seen it. Not wanting to waste any more time, he gently laid her backwards onto the bed so he was hovering over her. Their bare torsos pressed together, Rose moved underneath him, rolling their clothed hips together in attempt to relieve the building pressure. He groaned, feeling her legs spread and wrap around his hips.
Suddenly Jack's hands drifted down her to the hem of her bloomers and Rose felt breathless, her wanton desire and craving for him overtaking all restraint. She wanted his talented tongue in between her thighs; wanted his long artist fingers inside her and rubbing against that spot that only he knew - that only he could awaken - gifting her wave after wave of divine, violent ecstasy. Did other men satisfy their women in such ways? Did they even know such heavenly pleasure existed? She'd never heard – or even imagined – that people did such things, but of course, Jack in all his worldly knowledge would be different. She felt the warmth radiating between her legs as he tugged the silky garment down.
"Jack, please," she squirmed underneath him impatiently.
Jack stilled for a moment and looked down at her, no matter how many times they had done this – no matter how many social barriers they had broken – he never failed to marvel at the hunger and desperation evident in her eyes during their most intimate moments: this precious, regal goddess wanted him; him! That in itself was astounding, and he smiled at her – eyes full of adoration – as her insatiable desire for him radiated from every pore.
"Lemme just look at you a little longer," he whispered, cherishing her.
She blushed and met his eyes shyly, before her gaze travelled down to his lips and back again several times, wordlessly signalling to him what she wanted. Jack's kisses were slow and indulgent; taking his time as he coaxed her now-swollen lips open with his tongue, tracing along her bottom lip as he kissed her deeply.
"I love you," he whispered against her perfect mouth before moving his lips down her neck. His hands cupped her breasts, feeling her nipples harden underneath his touch.
She sighed his name, watching him lovingly. The way he gazed at her body – focused and intense – the look he got in his eyes whenever he was drawing. His every touch was full of meaning and purpose; as though simply touching her was the most extraordinary privilege, which in his mind, it was.
His mouth closed around her nipple as his hands drifted lower and brushed against the apex of her legs, roughly adding pressure as he rubbed her slick Venus mound.
"Wet for me already, huh?" He glanced upwards, smirking as she threw her head back, a breathless whimper escaping her full lips.
She blushed. Truth be known, she was constantly in a state of arousal around him. All he had to do was look at her and she felt weak with want for him, for this. . .
He moved down the voluptuous frame of her body, placing open-mouthed kisses over her navel, watching as her porcelain skin glistened and tensed underneath his ministrations. He heard her sudden hitch in breath as he kissed lower, and lower still; driven by a primal need to see and hear and feel and taste her unravelling in agonising pleasure underneath him.
"You're so beautiful. . ."
Their eyes met as he pushed open her thighs slowly; teasing her with a few soft kisses before lowering his mouth completely onto her womanhood. As his tongue darted upwards over the slit of her sacred femininity, he brought her leg to drape over his shoulder, allowing him more access as he devoured her slowly.
She remembered the first time he'd done this; how her timid shock and initial reservations had subsided, giving way to such heights of pleasure she had not even known were possible for a body to reach. Rose was learning that there were many routes one could take to the stars, and Jack was happily willing to show her all of them. The result had left her feeling even more infatuated; even more smitten with him – how that in itself was possible in the first place she did not know – only that his inexhaustible commitment to her pleasure and satisfaction filled her with a blissful and blinding gratitude. Now it was a regular prelude to their lovemaking: his insistence that she be taken care of first before he even allowed her to touch him.
Jack's tongue flicking against her sensitive nub brought her back to the present. She looked down, marvelling at his skill; his tongue flat against her most private area as he tasted her sweet nectar; relishing every jolt and sigh earned from the exploration of her inner folds. She trembled against him before throwing her head back in pleasure, succumbing to the glorious sensations he was causing.
"Say it," he hummed against her, his hot breath against her swelling desire.
"Jack. . ." She murmured his name deliciously, a serene smile on her face; letting the word roll over her tongue like sugar, loving the taste of it as it escaped her lips. She loved saying his name almost as much as he loved hearing it.
She felt him insert a finger slowly, and then two; curling them upwards and moving in a gentle rocking motion. Moaning in response; she clutched onto his hair as he began massaging that spot inside her, all the while his tongue continued it's assault on her sensitive mound, tipping her ever closer to the edge.
"Louder," he grunted against her, matching the swift flicks of his tongue to the movement of his fingers.
"Jack," she breathed out urgently, her mouth hanging open in a silent 'O' as her brows furrowed, feeling the dizzying build-up of ecstasy moments from erupting. "Don't stop, don't stop, Jack, oh–"
As he sped up his movements, hand and mouth never wavering, he glanced upwards; wanting – needing – to watch her come, proud in the knowledge that he and he alone could satisfy her in this way. He felt her tighten around him, breathless and beautiful, her back arching in complete surrender. Her red curls thrashed about on the pillow as her hands flung up onto the bedsheets, gripping them until her knuckles turned white.
"Jack!" She cried; her voice a hushed scream, faltering as her whole body convulsed.
The stars she was floating amongst – burning brighter and hotter and closer than ever – suddenly exploded in her mind as wave after intense wave of violent pleasure wracked her body.
Jack watched as she writhed beneath his mouth, glancing upwards to study her reaction; wishing to brand the heavenly view into his memory. Her face contorted in ecstasy, her body defeated by pleasure; she was so perfectly overcome and undone. To him, there was not a more beautiful sight in the world. He had often tried to draw her like this; wanted to immortalise the image on paper, but his attempts never seemed to do the real thing justice no matter how many times he tried.
He brought his free hand up to steady her rolling hips, refusing to pull his mouth away under until he was sure that she had experienced every last ripple of pleasure from her climax. Her gasps and moans filled the room; noises he lived to hear. . . Noises he caused. . .
His hardness throbbed against his undershorts almost painfully as he watched his goddess cry out for him; her loose curls, fiery and frenzied, sticking to her forehead as she squirmed, her body proclaiming all her love and desire for him. He lapped up the last of her arousal as her movements slowed; kissing down her inner-thigh, the heightened sensitivity making her jolt slightly.
Moments later, she opened her eyes and looked down at him adoringly, a hint of bewilderment twinkling in her eyes. Did there exist another man on the planet as wonderful as him? As gifted and skilled and as concerned with their lover's pleasure as he was? Feeling a sudden rush of appreciation and gratitude, her arms instinctively reached for him.
"Jack,"
He kissed back up her body, his face alight with the most beautiful grin. He loved satisfying her. As his lips reached hers, he paused, feeling beneath him her thighs tremble and her abdomen twitch from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She panted hoarsely, trying to steady her breathing, blushing up at him.
"You alright?" He smiled knowingly, satisfied with himself for yet again providing her with pleasures she'd never before dreamt possible.
She nodded eagerly with a shy smile. "Thank you,"
He chuckled softly. "What ever for?"
"Just. . . you. That. Everything. I love you,"
His heart melted and he kissed her, bringing his hands to cup her face in total adoration.
Suddenly, Rose felt an urgent need to be one with him. She reached between their bodies and unbuttoned his pants. He adjusted his position from between her legs, kneeling on the bed as he felt her reach a finger to trace the light hairs disappearing below his waistline. He groaned breathlessly, shoving the corduroy slacks and undershorts off his limber frame, before placing a kiss on her thigh as he opened her legs and settled back inbetween them.
Their eyes locked erotically as Rose felt his naked body, reaching a hand down to caress his hardness; wrapping her fingers around him and tugging at his length, earning a low groan from him.
"I want you." She whispered against his lips as she stroked him faster. "Make love to me, Jack."
They both gasped as he entered her slowly. He stilled, controlling the urge to begin before she was ready. She felt his hipbones against her upper thighs as she wrapped her legs higher around his waist, urging him in deeper and taking all of him. He bit his lip; letting out a breathless groan as he felt her warm velvet walls envelop him, constricting around him inch by inch, the feeling unlike anything else on earth.
She opened her eyes, looking deep into his as their souls fused. A pure moment passed between them then, their eyes unflinchingly acknowledging the truth: the passionate nature of their love; so devotional it bordered on worship, so enduring it defied the constraints of space and time – of social classes and the sea.
She sighed blissfully, her hands caressing his face gently before finding their way into his tousled hair. She loved the feeling of being filled with him, of him moving inside her. The love of her life; their bodies as one, it was the closest thing to heaven on this mortal coil. He looked like an angel hovering above her; and so intense was his gaze of sheer, unbridled love for her that she almost wanted to cry.
He went slowly at first, grinding his hips in a way that caused his member to stroke against that spot inside her. He savoured the sounds she was making; sighing in pleasure as their bodies moved in steady unison.
"Jack, faster," she groaned breathlessly. "Please,"
Hearing her beg made him shiver. He deliberately went against her demands - wanting to drag out the pleasure for as long as possible. He was going agonisingly slowly now, earning deeper moans from her. He kissed down her throat, feeling the hum of her voice vibrate against his lips.
"Jack," came her desperate whimper. "Please. . ."
He raised his head to look at her: the sight intoxicating. Not wanting to deprive his love of what she wanted any longer, he adjusted his position; snapping his hips to hers faster, chewing on his bottom lip in concentration. His change of pace was met with euphoric, breathless chirps escaping her open mouth; brows furrowed in ecstasy as her pleasure began its ascent for the second time.
"Yes, yes–" She breathed.
"You like that, huh?" He nipped at her neck, voice thick with desire. She moaned gently.
She cried out, nodding eagerly as she threw her hands to land on the pillows above her head in surrender, taking every inch of him. "I love it, oh, I love it. . ."
He kissed back up to her face, peppering kisses along her jawline, before pulling his head back to look at her. Sensing his eyes on her, hers fluttered open to meet his shyly. He smiled that irresistible lop-sided grin at her; the one she'd fallen irrevocably and irreversibly in love with onboard their ship of dreams. He closed the space between them, his lips capturing hers in a deep kiss. Lost in the splendour of each other; their hands found one anothers; fingers intertwining romantically above her head, lacing together in synchronicity with every thrust of their hips.
"More. . ." She whined breathlessly. "Don't stop! Don't stop, oh, Jack–"
The bed started to creak as Jack's thrusts increased in speed. They moaned breathlessly into each other's mouths; tongues fighting for dominance, Jack's teeth tugging on her bottom lip teasingly. Faster still, the headboard began to slam against the wall – their activities surely obvious to neighbouring occupants - but they were too far gone to care. He pulled back from her lips with gritted teeth as he raised his head to look down and watch her magnificent body in awe; the electrifying sight of her ample breasts, taut and full, springing up and down on her chest as her body received each of his brisk thrusts. It was exquisite for Jack – his eyes watched every bounce of her bosom with a captivated desire and appreciation, both as an artist and as a lover. He leant down to suckle her left nipple; feeling her breast jerk against his mouth from the force of his movements.
He kissed back up to her lips hungrily, his free hand drifting down her body, feeling her soft flesh – softer than anybody else's he'd ever known – and seeking out the pleasure spot in between her legs. He rubbed her in circular motions, his thumb pressing against her pubic mound.
Rose pulled away from his lips to cry out, glancing downwards at their lower bodies and being met with the erotic sight of his large manhood slamming into her. She tore her hand from his grasp to to grip the headboard as the pleasure began to peak towards its explosion again.
He showered her face in frenzied kisses before cupping her cheek, prompting her to look into his eyes as the first waves of climax washed over them both. His blue eyes were a bottomless ocean of undying love and devotion, slightly darkened with desire yet softened by the divine cusp of overwhelming pleasure. He fixed his gaze on hers, wanting to witness the raw love in her eyes as their souls reached their peak at the same time. As he felt her walls tighten around him for the second time, Jack watched her face in wonder as she maintained eye contact for as long as she was physically able to, before the pleasure overtook her body and caused her head to loll back in uncontrollable ecstasy; her eyelids fluttering and her luscious lips yelping out one word in the darkness, "Jack, Jack, Jack. . !"
His movements became erratic, his body involuntarily reacting to hers as his own release quickly followed. He groaned loudly against her neck, his body trembling, gasping her name tenderly. Her name on his lips was the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard, and she wanted to hear him say it again and again and again.
Basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, they lay together; bodies still intertwined under the tangled sheets. Rose was curled on her side, her left cheek pressed against the golden tan of his bare chest. She sighed contentedly, feeling her eyelids grow heavy as exhaustion from the pleasure only he could give washed over her. Placing a kiss on his chest tenderly, she felt the thud of his heart against her lips; immediately soothed by the steady beat and by his fingers dancing across her back and through the tangle of her red curls.
Similarly, Jack felt himself grow weary, both from having been awake since the early hours of the morning as well as from their previous activities. He yawned, fully sated, realising with welcoming relief that tomorrow was Friday which meant he was only contracted to work in the afternoon, and then it would be the weekend. He tightened his grip around Rose's shoulder, pulling her up closer into his arms and placing a loving kiss on her forehead. She smiled to herself as she felt his free hand find hers on his chest and lace their fingers together romantically. Wanting him closer, she brought her leg to lazily wrap around his hip as she nestled into him.
"It's funny. Even when we're not making love, our bodies still find ways to tangle together," She sighed as he chuckled in response.
And it was true - their bodies really did find ways to touch, sometimes subconsciously and even in the most innocent of settings. She found comfort in his hands: the way he'd rest them on her lower back and hold her close when they were in public, the way he'd brush past her in their cramped kitchen - holding her hips and gently moving her so he could get by: every touch of Jack's was full of care and tenderness.
Rose always found herself marvelling after they made love. Was it so wonderful for everyone? She had always been told to expect at best indifference and at worst discomfort when it came to intercourse - but neither of those emotions belonged to her experience of intimacy with Jack. . . and now that she knew the truth, Rose felt like she'd stumbled upon the best kept secret of humankind. Though she still did not understand: why had something so incredible been kept from her?
"Jack, is it always like that?"
He looked at her, confused.
"When we make love it's. . ." She paused, trying to find the words. "When I got engaged I was told– Warned. . .To prepare myself for. . . Well, for a completely different experience than to what I feel with you."
He smirked. "Good or bad?"
She rolled her eyes. "Like you have to ask."
He chuckled, kissing her forehead.
"But," she continued. "Why did nobody tell me the truth? If I knew the best part of life was still ahead of me, I might have thought twice about jumping off that ship. . ." she teased.
Jack laughed again, his eyebrows raised at her candidacy. "That good, huh?" He joked, before a thoughtful look crossed his face. "Well it's not that way for everyone. Maybe they didn't lie to you, maybe that was just their honest experience,"
Rose frowned.
"So some women never feel what I feel when we. . .?" She was almost sad for them: her intimate moments with Jack were consistently nothing short of miraculous.
"No, not at all. I remember prostitutes in Paris hated it, they would talk about having to fake it with certain clients. Pleasing a woman is an art not many men take the time to master," he teased, raising his chin in mock self-importance.
"You sound sure of yourself." She smirked.
He laughed, before he looked down into her eyes. "Oh I am."
She giggled at him in mock disbelief, "My Jack? Arrogant?"
He lowered his voice, still piercing her gaze with his own. "I know what I'm good at is all." After a beat, his grin returned, "And you provide excellent feedback every time,"
Rose blushed at the double entendre, feeling her heart race. Such was the nature of their insatiable appetite for one another: not even an hour after making love and already drunk with desire all over again.
"If most men don't concern themselves with women's pleasure, then why do you care about mine?"
"I don't know any other way." He shrugged. "I'm in love with you. I like making you feel good. For me, that's the best part."
Rose nestled into him, a smug grin plastered on her face. "Well aren't I lucky to have such a skilled and selfless lover?"
And she really was - she dreaded to think how easy it would have been to fall into a dull marriage with someone who had a total disregard for her feelings, physical or otherwise. Fleetingly, images of Jack with other women crept into her mind and she felt a twinge of curiosity. Surprisingly, the topic of conversation had never come up: it had been a sort of unspoken understanding that Jack was experienced, but they had never talked about it.
"Were there many before me?" She asked quietly.
He shifted. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable talking about his sexual history, it was just that he felt it was all so inconsequential now. Rose had changed everything and he could barely imagine life before her.
"No, not really. Three." He spoke neutrally, not knowing if he should offer more information.
Rose didn't react outwardly, but was surprised at herself when she felt the faintest hint of jealousy. "Did you love any of them?"
Jack thought about the question. Grace had been his childhood best friend, and he had truly thought that what he felt for her had been love at the time. In retrospect, though, he realised it was a naive and immature infatuation that perhaps could have grown in potential, had he been willing to spend his entire life in Chippewa Falls. In 1909, he'd found himself in Paris. Marguerite was a lonely widow in her mid-thirties who'd lost her husband a few years prior; her and Jack initially bonded over their own experiences of grief and loss. Although they never loved in a passionate sense, they cared and understood each other, and had shared many a bottle of wine as they tried to fill the voids of their collective sadness. Jack had drawn her a few times, and in return Marguerite had taught him all she knew about the right ways to please a woman. When they made love, she imagined her husband. Camille was a fiesty and eccentric artist who spent her days perched with her easel in Montmartre. Her personality was similar to Rose's in the sense that she was broad minded and free-spirited. Jack had felt himself falling for her, only to be continually let down by her grand philosophical ideas of polyamoury and aromanticism; it was not simply that she didn't believe in marriage - Jack would have been able to understand that - it was that they were incompatible on a fundamental level: she didn't believe in love, and she told him so.
"I thought I had," he answered truthfully, not mentioning any specific details. "Before I met you and found out what real love was."
"I suppose I should be grateful them for teaching you everything you know now, but I still don't like the thought of you with other women. . ." She sighed, nestling into him.
"I don't, either. I can't imagine being with anyone else now. Not after you. No one could compare."
Rose rolled her eyes. She may have been an inexperienced virgin when they had met, but she was not stupid; she knew the company Jack had kept in Paris, and his experience was more than apparent. "Jack, please. I highly doubt I'm the best you've ever had–"
"But you are. It's never felt the way it feels with you."
Her cheeks burned. She looked up into his eyes shyly. "Really?"
"Really. I never knew what was so special about sex before I met you. The way I feel when we. . . I can't even explain it."
He didn't have to. She knew exactly what he was talking about. She felt it too.
"-Our bodies just understand each other. . . In a way I didn't even know was possible. . . I've never been a religious guy, but when I make love to you it's the closest I've ever felt to a spiritual connection. I finally know what all the old masters meant in their paintings about ecstasy,"
"Oh, Jack. You're everything." She nuzzled her head against his chest. "I love you."
He reached a thumb under her chin and tilted it up to meet his gaze and he argued, "I love you more."
Rose opened her mouth to defiantly state that no, he didn't and no, he couldn't possibly when suddenly a knock at their front door disturbed the peaceful quiet. Her eyes opened when he groaned and shifted his body, the springs and wooden frame creaking loudly in protest as he moved to the edge of the bed and slipped on his underwear.
"I got it. Rest, angel." He kissed her strawberry-scented head as he left their bedroom and walked across the living space towards the front door, unlatching it.
Jack's face dropped when he saw Marvin's disgruntled expression. He sighed, immediately knowing the only reason why the burly older man would be outside their door with a clipboard in hand at such a late hour.
"Jack, I just told you earlier-"
"Alright, alright, I know," Jack grumbled, hands raised in quiet surrender. "Look, Rose is sleeping. Can this wait until morning?"
"I gave you an inch, Jack. I didn't push to see your marriage license, despite the rumours. I've just had the fourth complaint this week. I have no choice but to give you a formal warning, I run a respectable establishment and-"
Rose appeared in the doorway now, fastening her silk dressing gown tightly around her waist and watching the exchange between Jack and Marvin with curious eyes. Marvin nodded to her discreetly, prompting Jack to turn around and see her: hair wild and untamed; her curls flowing freely past her bare clavicles, cheeks flushed from both satisfaction and sleepiness. He almost lost his breath for a second, still in disbelief that such a goddess had chosen him.
"Sweetheart, it's nothing, go back to bed." Jack coaxed, looking at her with sympathetic eyes, desperately not wanting her to hear Marvin's grievances that could risk causing her distress.
Feeling a little awkward about the situation and not wanting to overstay his intrusion, Marvin scribbled something onto his clipboard before tearing the paper off and handing it to Jack.
"What is it?" She asked meekly, aiming the question more towards Marvin than to Jack.
"Rose-"
"A formal warning, Miss. If you receive another, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to ask you kids to move on."
Rose walked closer now, Marvin becoming noticeably flustered as he tried to avoid eye contact with the stunning redhead.
"What did we do? We're fine tenants–" She felt the frustration rise, immediately assuming one of the neighbouring women had deliberately said something to make life difficult.
Jack could hear the subtle exasperation building in her voice.
"Sweetheart, I'll explain a minute," Jack whispered, attempting to calm her by stroking her curls.
This would have been enough to reassure her, had she not noticed the glaring embarrassment plainly evident on Marvin's red face. She frowned, snatching the document away from Jack and read what it said.
"Rose-"
"Noise complaints?" She asked Marvin innocently before her eyes widened in realisation –– and in horror.
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