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Silk	By : JacksMermaid Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 6954 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Silk -- Chapter Four

She swallowed and laid back, letting her fingers trail down her belly. Just imagine you're alone, she told herself, imagine you're alone and... thinking of him... Her fingers dipped into the valley of wetness and she caught her breath. She'd never felt like this, he'd done more than she ever had. It was so slippery, so... she bit down on her lip and closed her eyes, gasping as she tried to copy what he'd so expertly been doing, flicking it lightly. Imagined it was him touching her, thought of all the times she'd lain awake thinking of him. She rubbed harder and moaned, eyes fluttering open to watch what Jack was doing.

He'd stopped touching himself, had turned to watch her. And instead of embarrassing her into stopping, she rubbed harder, arching her back. She'd suddenly realized the power she had over him, and it was a heady thought.

Oh, yes. She'd gotten the point. And she'd figured it out. He felt his breath getting shorter and quicker as she continued to look at him, continued to touch herself, eyes sometimes helplessly shut against the pleasure but then flicking open again to look at him. She was beginning to breathe faster, rub faster, and he suddenly snatched at her hand. "Not yet..."

She didn't even know what he meant by that, but she was definitely and outrageously frustrated. He smiled down at her, apparently knowing exactly what she was thinking. And then, before he knew what she was about, she'd taken him in hand and was stroking with her wet fingers.

"Christ," he hissed, throwing his head back. So this was the secret to men, she thought, smugly. All here in the palm of my hand. If it were possible, he felt even harder now. She wondered if she could do what he'd been doing to her with his mouth. She looked down at it, dubiously. The thought seemed ferociously dirty, but... she'd have to be quick, she didn't want him to know what she was doing until she was already down there. She eased down a little, as if to improve her position, and stroked him a little faster. She felt his hips twitch, and then she quickly slid herself down his body. And took him in her mouth.

"Elizabeth... God!" He wasn't ready for that, never thought she'd be so quick. And while her mouth wasn't certain what it was doing, was inexperienced, the very thought that she was sucking him was enough to make him feel the control slipping, feel himself tightening. I'll stop her... in a moment... just another moment... He gently took her head between his hands, "Slowly," he told her in a guttural whisper. She instantly obeyed, sliding her mouth down so damn slow he thought he'd die. "Now... tighten your lips a little... oh, yes..." His girl learned quickly.

Now he was truly instructing her, and she had the upper hand. It wasn't what she'd expected, all hard and hot in her mouth. Then again, neither was he. Sweaty, yes. Dirty, assuredly, what with the black nails, the smudges on his dark skin. But not here, not this part of him. This was clean, smooth, the smell of sweat and his own fluid enveloping her. She heard him give a guttural moan and she almost choked on him. Never thought she'd be here, never thought she'd been doing this. And she was utterly positive that she would allow him to do anything he wanted to her, cheerfully, for the rest of her days. "Your tongue..." he gasped. She pulled back, slowly slid her tongue up the shaft, flicking the tip as he had done to her. "The head... just there..." he growled, and she licked at it, until she heard him groan, "Suck..."

She obeyed, pulling on the tip of him with her lips and his hips bucked. He had to stop her, he was about to come in her mouth. He roughly pulled her head away and dragged her upwards to him, capturing her mouth, ravaging it and feeling the full length of her body against him for the first time. His cock was nudging against the wetness of her, sliding, and he wanted it inside. But before he did, he wanted her to be utterly lost, wanted the pain she'd experience to be eclipsed by the sweetness.

She could feel it, that hardness, rubbing against her and she moaned against his mouth. That was it, wasn't it? That was what men and women really did, in the end. That was where he was supposed to be, she knew that much. She felt herself sliding her hand down his body, trying to reach him, to rub herself against him harder. He felt her move, and deftly flipped her over so that he was above her now. "Wait, greedy," he teased her.

"Jack," she tried to still her breathing and looked up at him, gravely. Her voice was almost even when she said, "If you don't put that in me, I may very well kill you."

Oh. He hadn't quite expected that much readiness from her, and the words made his cock twitch in response. "Can�t have that, can we," he agreed, sliding his hand up her torso to capture a nipple. She arched under him, made some small pleading noise. No. He had to tell her something first. "I want you to listen to me for a moment," he told her, releasing her nipple and sitting up a little.

He was gently smoothing the hair away from her face, so gently, so lovingly. It made her slightly nervous, "What is it? You're married? You met a girl in the Kraken's belly? You really don't want me and this is all an elaborate joke..." She wanted him to shut up, to kiss her, to touch her, to...

"Hush." He frowned down at her, laying a finger on her lips, trying to ignore it when she licked at his fingers and writhed slightly. She was so ready. But he had to tell her. "Look. I've been with plenty of women,"

"This is not endearing you to me," she warned, still trying to wriggle her way into touching him.

"Shut up and listen." His voice was serious, and she finally held still. "I've never actually been with a virgin..."

She looked up at him, bemused, "You're telling me this expertise of yours won't see you through?" She snatched his hand and took his index finger deep into her mouth, sucking, licking. "You'll pardon me if I disagree."

Damn his girl, but she knew how to distract. He bent down and sucked her tongue into his mouth, biting her lips gently, sliding his hand down her stomach. His fingers dipped into her again, lightly, and she moaned. "Listen, sweet. It's likely going to hurt when I... when I put myself into you."

"It doesn't hurt now," she gasped, "Except when you stop."

Wicked girl. "I like to think that my cock is a fair bit larger than these fingers, my love," he growled.

She took in the endearment, let it wash over her, told herself it was the heat of the moment, "I don't care, Jack, I trust you..." Trust you not to leave me like this, she thought.

And that shook him, hearing her put it into words, in this context. She'd trusted him before on several occasions, occasions where he'd been proved to be a liar. This wasn't a particular trust he wanted to break. This is what comes of always tupping whores, he told himself fiercely, no bloody basis for comparison on this one. As if being with Elizabeth Swann would ever compare, anyway, virgin or no. "Well, then... I'll have to make sure you're very ready," he purred, stroking her with his fingers, alternately light and hard.

"I'm so damn ready," she gasped out, "didn't I tell you this before?"

"You weren't speaking of me, then," he chuckled. "That was referring to your impending nuptials with young William."

"How do you know?" she shot back, forcing her eyes open to look at him. That caught him by surprise. He stopped a moment, an almost wistful look on his face, and it nearly broke her heart.

He pulled away from her, getting up. "Jack?" she felt herself whine, hating herself for it.

"Just a moment," he called back, going across the cabin to a chest.

She could see him rummaging through it, and impatiently she ran her fingers down to her sex again, rubbing. Ah, God... not good enough. She wanted him. "Jack," she called, pitching her voice low and throaty.

Oh. He heard that, definitely. Look faster, he told himself, scrabbling frantically through the contents until he finally found what he was looking for. That will do.

He came back to the bed, hips swaying slightly like a cat's as he walked and she licked her lips. She could see something bunched up in his hand. He sank down next to her, and she saw it was a striped scarf. "Silk," he told her, smiling.

"Not the silk from the chest in the hold," she reminded him, breathlessly.

"No. I'm saving that." He grinned at the thought, glad he'd had the sense not to lay it down on the bed as in his original plan. Would be a shame to ruin it.

"I thought you'd wanted me on that silk, in those pearls, oh..." her voice caught, wavered, as he bent down to lick at her mouth.

"In time," he answered. And then she felt his fingers sliding up her arm to her hand and he'd wrapped the scarf around one wrist. She felt a faint blossom of fear in her belly and it must have shown on her face, for he smiled down at her, "You did say you trusted me."

"Well, yes, but..."

"So trust me." He took her other arm, raised it, and had suddenly tied her two wrists together, over her head.

"Jack," she tried to keep her voice steady, "This isn't funny."

"Not meant to be," he assured her. He began sliding down her body, unmistakably heading south. "Part of the experience for you," he told her in a low voice, "is being helpless in the face of your own pleasure." She moaned softly at that. Ready, indeed, he thought. "I want you to trust me," he continued, "and I want you to be unable to do anything about it even if you don't. I want you to feel everything, and be unable to touch me back, trusting me to take care of you." His two fingers slid into her. "And I bloody well want you to scream," he finished, in a whisper. He began to gently thrust with his fingers, curling up against that spot within her skin on the inside. And then he lowered his mouth.

She heard her own cries, knew she was alternately calling out his name and cursing with words she had never used, urging him on. She was writhing against the bed, pulling helplessly at the scarf that bound her wrists, weeping, moaning, begging, "Please, oh, please..."

He heard her begging, knew she was nearly there, knew her cries would wake every man on this ship and was thoroughly beyond caring. Turner had let her go; Turner would have to live with it. Because he, Jack, would never let this woman go if he had to kill a thousand blacksmiths, a thousand beasts, a thousand agents of the EITC to do it. She was his, and it didn't need a ring or a vicar, a piece of paper or a lifetime of witnessed promises to prove it. And he knew it all the more when he felt her tense, felt her body shaking violently. And heard her scream.

Building, building... oh God... I can't stand it, I can't take it... I... She felt it coming, felt every muscle in her body tense. And then she screamed so loudly that she felt her throat crack, her bones break, her entire body catch fire and burn to cinders. And still it kept going.

He kept his fingers there, gliding over her as she came, even as he slid up her body and released the knot from her wrists, even as he settled himself over her. Her eyes flew open as she felt his weight, felt his cock nudging at her, spreading her. "Oh yes, oh please, Jack..." She was crying and gasping and he didn't bother hesitating anymore, didn't bother thinking about whether she was ready, because if he didn't do this now, he'd die. There was no slow push, he simply thrust as hard as he could. And then stopped himself, waiting for the recovery.

She let out another small shriek, certainly from pain, mostly from the surprise of the pain. It burned and she moaned, tears coming faster now, breath hitching as she tried to ride it and gasp it out. "Jack..." Oh, it hurt. It really did. But she held on, trying to catch her breath. Looking up at his face, she wondered if he knew how sweetly concerned he looked, was curious as to whether he knew the look of perfect wonder on his face at having her beneath him.

"I know, I know... hold on, love..." He was trying to soothe her, trying to kiss at her tears, but he wanted to be fucking her so damn badly... He felt himself sliding, felt his hips pulling out slightly, pushing back in slowly, "Trust me, trust me..." he was chanting, whispering. He found himself praying as he slid a hand between them, rubbing softly at her again. Please don't let it hurt her anymore, please God, don't let her be sorry...

Oh. Wait. His fingers touched her and she jerked. She was still so sensitive from her climax, she wasn't sure if she could stand him touching her there yet... except she found she could. She unconciously rolled her hips forward in response to his touch. And truly felt him inside, felt the hardness of him. He was inside her, so deeply, so perfectly.

He tried to hold still, seeing that she was experimenting with it. She was trying to move her hips and he hissed in desire, his eyes closing. A little more, Lizzie, just a bit... let it go...

Oh, God. That's good. Different from the other, but good... She pushed her hips forward again, and let out a soft moan. He was so completely filling her, she could feel the stretch but it felt so damn good... she rocked again, and suddenly he was rocking with her. Doesn't hurt anymore, Jack, she thought faintly, wanting to tell him but unable to speak, and then she moaned again as he pulled out almost completely and then slowly, slowly slid back inside.

He continued to move, holding back and taking his time, sliding out almost to the edge and then sliding back in, stretching her, getting her used to it. He briefly imagined fucking her from behind, imagined slamming into her, and his hips twitched and he thrust more forcefully. She cried out and he hurriedly opened his eyes to check on her, but her head was thrown back in abandon. No, he wanted to keep watching her face. Time enough for the other, later. This was her night, her experience, he wanted her to never regret it.

When he slammed into her, she cried out and slid her hands down his back, to his buttocks, "Like that, do that again," she gasped, and he obliged. He began to thrust into her hard but slow, every stroke pushing her deeply against the bed. He dropped down onto her, his thrusts picking up speed. She could hear him whispering things against her hair, feel his lips moving against her ears, her throat.

He couldn't stop now, it was time. He thrust harder, faster, sinking his cock into her as deeply as he could, encouraged by her hands clenching on his back, her nails clawing his buttocks, encouraged by the way she was calling out his name. And then doubly encouraged when he felt her begin to tighten on his cock from the inside, squeezing. So she'd feel it this way as well, he thought, absurdly and madly gratified. And then he felt himself tightening in response, felt himself fucking her even harder, pounding her. She cried out again, thrashing her hips, her orgasm rushing through her.

Yes, yes, yes, was all she think, was all she could cry out loud. Hers. His. Forever... Never sorry, never let you go, never...

Pull out, he thought dimly, you have to pull out. Don't want to, he responded, can't, have to fuck her harder. The warning came again, can't come inside, Jack. And at the last second, he pulled out of her, groaning almost as loudly as she had, wildly jerking his hips against her thigh, shooting out across her. "Elizabeth..."

There was a long moment of gasps, inarticulate words, hands stroking the sweat from each other, and then he fell to one side of her, cradling her within his arms and she clutched back at him.

And the world spun, and went blissfully dark.

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AU: For whatever reason, this was the hardest smut I've ever written. I rewrote it 3 times and still am not totally happy with it.

There's more to the story, a fair bit I should think. Aftermath and ex-fiances and plans and such. Coming soon.

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