Sweetness (50 Smutlets Table 2, #05- Sweet)NC/17
Title: Sweetness (50 Smutlets table 2, #05- sweet)
Author: sage_laurel
Rating: Adult, NC17.
Pairings: Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the smut in my brain.
Summary: Jack finds a taste he prefers to rum.
More for my 50 smutlets tables. This just popped out tonight. Kinda fluffy, I know, but thank God I managed to write anything through my haze of melancholy. Its rough and un-beta'd, so be kind.
Comments feed my insatiable smut-muse and make me write more!
Sweetness
Jack Sparrow had tasted quite a few wonderful things in his time.
He'd eaten pomegranates in Spain, licked the scarlet staining juice off his fingertips.
He'd tasted searing hot curries and impossibly sweet rosewater candies in India; and eaten fish so fresh in Singapore that it tasted wholly of the ocean, without a trace of man's corrupting hand.
And the pineapples and rainbow-shaded melons of the Caribbean were ethereal.
But after all of that, his most beloved taste on Earth was always rum.
That is, until this night.
Jack didn't know what possessed him to steal the pot of honey off the table at the Inn. Perhaps he was craving a bit of sweetness, or maybe it was just because petty theft was just so easy. But now that Elizabeth was laid out before him, hair spreading in a sweaty halo around her shoulders, sticky thighs parting wide to give him further access to her sex, he congratulated himself on the forethought in his criminal activities. Good on you, mate.
Elizabeth was writhing in sensual abandon as the slow golden stream trickled and oozed onto her bare sex, traveling slowly down between her fragrant slippery skin. Jack smoothed some of the honey into her with a rough finger, answering her squeak of shock with his velvet tongue. He dipped inside her, spreading more sweetness to mingle with her own salty musk . He felt the wetness of her arousal and the stickiness of the honey, felt her thighs clamping around his shoulders as he brushed over her sensitive peak. He sucked and nibbled, like a bee taking pollen from a flower. When her legs began to tremble and her fingers twined in his hair and the sap of her climax melded with the honey, he knew that life as he knew it was over.
There was a taste that Captain Jack Sparrow preferred over rum.
***fin***
-I know, its fluffy, Forgive me. But sometimes fluff is good for the soul, kind of like a fluffernutter sandwich. -Laurel
Author: sage_laurel
Rating: Adult, NC17.
Pairings: Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the smut in my brain.
Summary: Jack finds a taste he prefers to rum.
More for my 50 smutlets tables. This just popped out tonight. Kinda fluffy, I know, but thank God I managed to write anything through my haze of melancholy. Its rough and un-beta'd, so be kind.
Comments feed my insatiable smut-muse and make me write more!
Sweetness
Jack Sparrow had tasted quite a few wonderful things in his time.
He'd eaten pomegranates in Spain, licked the scarlet staining juice off his fingertips.
He'd tasted searing hot curries and impossibly sweet rosewater candies in India; and eaten fish so fresh in Singapore that it tasted wholly of the ocean, without a trace of man's corrupting hand.
And the pineapples and rainbow-shaded melons of the Caribbean were ethereal.
But after all of that, his most beloved taste on Earth was always rum.
That is, until this night.
Jack didn't know what possessed him to steal the pot of honey off the table at the Inn. Perhaps he was craving a bit of sweetness, or maybe it was just because petty theft was just so easy. But now that Elizabeth was laid out before him, hair spreading in a sweaty halo around her shoulders, sticky thighs parting wide to give him further access to her sex, he congratulated himself on the forethought in his criminal activities. Good on you, mate.
Elizabeth was writhing in sensual abandon as the slow golden stream trickled and oozed onto her bare sex, traveling slowly down between her fragrant slippery skin. Jack smoothed some of the honey into her with a rough finger, answering her squeak of shock with his velvet tongue. He dipped inside her, spreading more sweetness to mingle with her own salty musk . He felt the wetness of her arousal and the stickiness of the honey, felt her thighs clamping around his shoulders as he brushed over her sensitive peak. He sucked and nibbled, like a bee taking pollen from a flower. When her legs began to tremble and her fingers twined in his hair and the sap of her climax melded with the honey, he knew that life as he knew it was over.
There was a taste that Captain Jack Sparrow preferred over rum.
***fin***
-I know, its fluffy, Forgive me. But sometimes fluff is good for the soul, kind of like a fluffernutter sandwich. -Laurel