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She found him at his usual seat and tapped him on the
shoulder. “Hello,” she said nervously
when he turned around. “I just came to
see you to tell you… I can’t see you this time.” It had only been four months since last
visit, but if he missed her half as much as she missed him, he was going to
kill her.
“It appears that you’re seein me
this very moment.”
“No, I mean…” she rolled her eyes impatiently. “I can’t see
you.”
He stopped pretending not to understand. “Why’s that?”
“Because…” She
couldn’t bring herself to say the words, worried that he might never want her
again if he thought about it, so she just rested a hand on her stomach until he
took her meaning.
“Ah. I see.” He didn’t appear disturbed. “And pray tell, where d’you get the idea that I’ll
be lettin you off the hook this evenin
in consequence?” He slapped a coin on
the bar and nodded farewell to the barkeep, then ordered Elizabeth
without looking: “Follow me.”
She hurried after him, elbowing her way through the
crowd. She waited til
the privacy of the bedroom to say, “Didn’t you hear me? I said I can’t – I’m with child.”
Barbossa put his arms around her
anyway. “And I say, congratulations on that. And I also say: even if I can’t bed you don’t
mean y’wont be pleasurin me
one way or another.” He nodded towards
the floor. “Down.”
Her look of utter confusion told him that this would be a
new one for her. So
much the better. “Take your
knees, and put ’em on the carpet,” he clarified,
smiling at the thought of what she would do when she caught on.
She knelt down, her dress fanning out around her. “I don’t understand.”
“You will,” he assured, hands going to his breeches. “In fact it’ll probly
be comin natural to you – you women never shut your
mouth to begin with.”
Elizabeth had
never seen an erection this close before.
She stared at it, then up to his face, then back again. She thought over what he’d said, and her jaw
dropped as the murkiest beginnings of comprehension surfaced.
He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Aye, exactly.”
He put his hands to the sides of her face and moved her
nearer. “Open up… s’right.” He let it rest lightly on her tongue, just an
inch or two, then ordered, “Suck.”
She closed her lips around him hesitantly and looked up for
direction. “Mm-hmm,” he encouraged,
pressing a little further into her mouth.
“Use your tongue, aye. Don’t be
shy to touch.”
She pulled back.
“I’ve never… I mean… Does everybody do this?”
“Me humble opinion,” he laughed, toying with her hair, “Be
that every wench worth her salt ought be able t’figure
it out. Course, if you think you’re not
up to it…”
She rolled her eyes and gestured towards the bed. “Oh, please!
Of course I will, I was just wondering. Sit down.”
He sat and she crawled over to him, brushed a lock of hair off her face,
and went to work.
At first he was active in guiding her, resting a hand on her
head to pull her closer, whispering words like deeper, aye, or arching his hips to work himself a little further
into her mouth. Soon she seemed to get the
hang of it and he let go, to see how she would do by herself.
She was warm and wet and endearingly unsure. He would have been content to sit back and
enjoy her ministrations all night, except that she eventually rocked back on
her heels and rolled her neck around.
“Here.” He stood so
that she wouldn’t have to bend to such an unnatural angle. “Better?”
“Mmm-hmm,” was all she could
answer, because her mouth was full – of him. He liked that.
But in this position it was impossible for him to resist holding
her head and thrusting. She didn’t seem
to mind at first. After a while, despite
all his intentions to be a gentleman, it felt so good that he growled, “More”
and pushed all the way into the back of her throat.
She gagged at that and for a moment couldn’t breathe, so she
heaved away from him in sudden panic.
“Apologies,” he gasped. The fist
in her hair relaxed into a rough caress.
“Truly.
I just…”
There was a pleasurable twist in her belly at the
realization of just how much he wanted and needed her in that moment. His voice was rough. His hands, which had retreated contritely to
her shoulders, were damp and hot. She
knew he was hungry and wanted him to satiate himself, to use her for it, but
couldn’t quite bring herself to say anything of the kind aloud.
So she took his hand, put it to the back of her head and
looked up at him, willing him to get the message.
He got it. He rubbed
over her red puffy lips, then plunged back in all the
way.
This time her gagging didn’t stop him from powering ahead
until her face was pressed flat against him.
In fact (though he would later feel a little guilty about this) he
angled himself so that she would gag and choke as much as possible, because the
spastic contractions of her throat massaged him better than anything she could
do on her own. When he withdrew to let
her breathe, she didn’t voice a word of complaint but still he asked, “Y’all
right?”
“Yes. Believe it or
not I’m fine and more,” she answered, bold enough to touch him now without
being ordered.
“Good. Oh-…Open.” She did, and this time he didn’t hold
anything back – long strong strokes that rasped over her tongue and bumped him
against the back of her throat and might have made her fall backwards had he
not been holding her head still.
In and out, powerful and rhythmic, and so good he moaned
aloud. Elizabeth
had long ago gotten the hang of moving in time with his thrusts, and now began
also pressing up with her tongue to squeeze him. She sped up when he breathed her name. He hissed yes.
“Mmm.” She found she liked to hear herself muffled
in this particular way. She also liked
the awkward squelching sound it made when it went too deep – which was often –
and the quiet gasps of God and Lizabeth that Barbossa
could not quite seem to control. She
moaned again and reached around him to run her hands over his buttocks and
grasp his thighs as though to hold him even closer.
He shoved hard against her face a few times, thrusting deep
into her throat, and finally held it there.
For a second Elizabeth felt
like she was drowning, and by his loud string of swear words she knew exactly
why.
She wiped all the slobber off her mouth and stood up
slowly. Barbossa
had collapsed to the bed, lying there like he would never have the energy to
move again. It seemed to be all he could
do to pat the space next to him.
She lay down, bemused.
“Good?” she asked.
His lips quirked. “I think p’raps ye
should get yourself with child more often.”
“It’s not funny,” she sulked. “I’m glad you’re
happy, but as for me, it’ll be another six months before the baby comes,
and then…” Her eyes got wide as she
thought it through, and she wailed: “… And then I can’t take off straight away
while it needs me constantly, can I… God, I won’t be able to see you before next
winter!”
“Fortunately we seem to’ve found a
very agreeable alternative.”
“Agreeable for you,
maybe, but think how long I have to
wait! It’s not fair!”
He sighed. “You and
the boy still live in Port Royal?”
“Yes, we- Captain Barbossa, you’re
not proposing to come to me, are
you?”
He shrugged as though it didn’t matter, then
kissed her on the top of the head.
“Least I can do. Six months,
then, miss. Soon as you’re quit o’that creature I’ll come take care of ye straight
away. How’s that for fair?”
*****************************
TBC.
I wonder if they had a name for booty calls back then…
Anyhow, for those who like the aggressive side of dear Lizzie, that should come out a bit next chapter. Let me know what you like so far. I think I’ll probably do like two or three
more installments, and then let these poor people get back to their PG-13-rated
Disney lives :o)
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