(Fic) Monsoon, Ch.3
Title: Monsoon, Chapter 3 (Finally!)
Author: sage_laurel
Rating: NC/17 - big time. Not for anyone under 18 - contains strong sexual activity.
Pairings: Jack/Elizabeth
Warnings: DMC spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the smut in my brain. All belongs to Disney et al.
Summary: It all begins, in rain and lightning... Takes place post-AWE. Prequel to Bloodletting and Tryst.
Author's Notes: Here it is.. this one just about killed me. Thanks to everyone who has been waiting patiently!
Ch.3
Flash.
Lightning lit up the cabin, his face illuminated as he held himself over her. His breath was coming heavily as he looked down at her, his hot gaze falling to her lips. In the same instant that the room fell into darkness again his lips fell to hers, and his kiss was hot and wet. His tongue quested against her lips and she parted them, allowing him to explore her mouth like his hand was now exploring her breast. Her nipples were tight against his rough palm, her small breasts fitting perfectly in his hand.
Jack now ran the flat of his palm over her form, his breath ragged as he explored her curves and hollows while his lips and tongue explored her mouth. He was touching her in ways that no man had ever touched her. She was again grateful for the total darkness so he couldn't see the blush she felt staining her face and breasts. His hand slid over her hip, her thighs, her ribs, across her belly and cupped each linen-covered breast in turn, as if he was committing every inch of her to memory. He dropped his mouth to her jaw, her chin, down the column of her neck to the opening of her shirt. Kissing along the fabric, he slipped his tongue under the edge and tasted her skin, driving her mad with the flickering touch.
"Please, Jack...my shirt....." She moaned, gripping his shoulders, "need it... off."
She felt his lips curve into a smile against her neck. "Don't you mean my shirt?"
How is he even able to think clearly right now? "Your shirt. I want it off."
"I seem to recall you saying you were cold," Jack retorted, kissing her neck again, his hand cupping her breast through the infernal fabric, "I'm afraid that I can't be responsible for you dying of ague in my cabin, love. Shirt stays on."
With that, he dropped his mouth to her nipple, and took it into his mouth. Ohhh... god, this man is truly the devil. Elizabeth cried out at the wet warmth on her breast, made even more maddening by the linen shrouding it. Jack sucked and licked, making the fabric moist and cool. Her nipple was hard between his teeth and he tugged, bit, suckled and rubbed it. Her hands tangled in his wild curtain of hair, the braids and beaded dreadlocks covering her like a blanket.
As he licked and sucked, his hand was slipping down over her belly and down the crest of her thigh. He moved over to lay beside her, and raised his mouth from her. Elizabeth whimpered. She was both relieved and furious that he'd stopped his teasing, but when the lightning flashed again she saw a small smile curving across his wet lips. It was the smile of the fox who'd strayed into the hen house.
Jack slid his fingertips up the inside of her thigh, creeping toward her sex. His hand proceeded under the hem of the shirt, stroking her and just barely brushing the nest of curls between. Elizabeth parted her legs further and felt the wetness between. The tickling touch continued, but Jack didn't let his fingers stray where she desperately wanted them - that damp, burning hot core of her body that had begun to ache in its emptiness. His hot member was laying against her hip, and she reached down and grasped it firmly. Jack's resulting gasp made her smile, and Elizabeth began to move her palm over him smoothly, feeling his heavy weight and thick girth in her hand. When she found a tentative rhythm on his cock, he slipped his fingertips over her slick folds, finding her center of pleasure as surely as if he'd had a compass.
The rain pounded against the hull of the ship, drowning out any of the sounds she was making. Only the Pearl heard, bearing silent witness to the gathering storm in Jack's bed. Elizabeth arched her hips against his hand, steadied only by her anchoring grasp on his iron-stiff cock. Jack rubbed her in ever-smaller circles, his rough fingers spreading slipperiness over her and making her sex unbearably stimulated.When his fingers rubbed the top of her slit, finding that small nub that throbbed and burned under his touch, Elizabeth felt as if she was once again falling from the battlements of the fort, plunging through the air. This is what I've heard about, she thought, this is that dizzying hot sweetness that makes women yearn for their lover's touch. She'd never before understood it - she felt a benign, comfortable stability in Will's arms, and before Will, she'd regarded James Norrington with a sort of respect and bland affection. No man had ever caused her to feel such things as this. Never before had she turned to cinders and flame.
Jack suddenly rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She wasn't quite sure what to do with herself, but her legs fell astride his hips, and his cock pressed against her bottom. He was so hard, Elizabeth wondered if he was in pain.
"Tan encantadora..." he murmured to her, though she knew not what he said. His long fingers found her folds again, now spread wide to his touch, her moisture slicking his belly. The scratch of hair surrounding his cock tickled her backside. She leaned over, searching for his mouth in the darkness, desperate to taste his lips and tongue again. Her mouth pressed against his ear, his cheek, a lock of his rough spongy hair, and finally his lips. She plunged her tongue into his mouth as his fingers sped up against her. He slid one hand between the petals of her sex, circling her dripping core, while the other hand continued to rub her. She felt the sensation of the precipice coming again, the feeling that any second she'd either take flight like a bird or plunge to her death.
Jack tangled his tongue with hers, and suddenly slid one long finger inside her, pressing up and finding a place inside her that made her legs buckle. It was too much, too much.
"Jack...oh god, Jack...I'm falling..." The thunder sounded and the lightning crashed, the storm picking up fury akin to the kind she saw in Jack's eyes. He stroked her with skill and determination that she never imagined a man so recently dead could possess. His finger inside her was firm, solid, pressing up and into her at just the right place as his other hand rubbed and flicked her. The precipice under her collapsed and Elizabeth was falling again, plunging through the air towards the crystal blue water below. She threw her head back and cried out as she dissolved into waves of wetness, floating between the caresses of Jack's mouth on hers and the flood of slickness around his hand. He continued to rub softly as the waves of orgasm eddied through her and out of her. When the last of the waves stilled, Elizabeth collapsed bonelessly against Jack's chest, her legs refusing to steady her any longer. With a grunt, Jack pulled her shirt off in one swift motion. He rolled her onto her back, moving with her to lay between her parted thighs. She felt his manhood brushing against her sex as he held his body above hers.
She was suddenly desperate to taste him, and lifted her lips to his neck. His skin there was delicious; hot and tasting of saltwater and musk. She kissed his neck, biting him a little and was rewarded by his moans. Jack leaned over, hair falling across her, bending to capture her breast with his mouth.
If she'd thought his previous caresses with his mouth had been good, she was totally unprepared for how incredibly, sinfully good it was to have his tongue laving her bare breast. His tongue was hot and wet, tasting her flesh and sucking her nipple between his teeth. His other hand cupped her small breast, slid down over her belly to her legs and back up. She arched her body against his, the press of their naked skin inciting her lust even more. He slid his hand down and parted her thighs, urging her to wrap them around his waist.
Flash.
The lightning came fast and bright, and then there was a split-second when their eyes met in the flicker of light, when the lightning seemed to flash between them and around them, and Elizabeth felt the press of Jack's hard organ at the entrance to her body. She reached down and ran her fingers down its length again, her breath fast and shallow. She knew where that part of him belonged, and that part ached to be filled by him. She knew that once he was inside her, she'd be forever changed, never again a maid but not yet a wife. But that didn't matter; in this moment, this night, she'd have Jack and know Jack, for this night only, and then she'd go on with her life and the storm in her heart would be stilled.
Jack was waiting for her. He was poised to be inside her with a single push, but yet he stilled. She'd have to do it. I must be the architect of my own destruction.
Elizabeth arched her hips against Jack's pelvis and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down against her. His lips brushed her ear, whispering in his deep caramel voice.
"There'll likely be pain here. This water is dark and deep, love..."
She sighed, throwing her fears away to the peaking storm outside. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and raised up, urging him further inside her wet channel. With a ragged groan, Jack thrust himself into her, and she cried out as he broke through the barrier of her maidenhead. He was hot and hard and sharp inside her, and it was more painful than she'd imagined it would be. But he was still again, allowing her to adjust and stretch around him, and he kissed her as he whispered to her.
"No hay vuelta atrás de aquí, mi amor.."
She calmed her breathing and rocked her body hesitantly, feeling the press of his body against her and the fullness of his cock buried inside her. The pain was dissipating, being replaced by a warm, urgent need. She groaned into Jack's hair and moved her hips, entreating him to feed that need.
Jack began to slowly pull his body out and thrust back in, sliding on the growing wetness her body produced. The slickness soothed any soreness she may have felt, and the pain became a faint memory as they moved their bodies together. This rhythm of lovemaking came so naturally, like it had been in her blood all along; her hips arching to meet his, her arms around his shoulders, her head thrown back as the friction grew. The lightning flashed and she saw Jack's face contorted with pleasure as his thrusts became urgent, deep. Elizabeth ran her hand up his chest and felt the sheen of sweat on his body. He slid his hands under her bottom, thrusting at a different angle, murmuring again in that unfamiliar language. "Ven para mí, dulzor.."
Closing her eyes, she abandoned herself to the new waves of sensation his body was making inside her. The cliff of pleasure returned as he brushed against the spot in her channel, making her thrash against him as her climax plunged her over the edge again. He dropped his mouth to her nipple and sucked her as she spasmed around him, under him. His thrusts were deep and hard, and she held his head to her breast, feeling his heart galloping away with him as he shuddered against her.
"Mi amor, mi querida..." Jack found his own precipice, and he came and came, filling her body with his seed. Elizabeth felt the heat of the fluid inside her and knew what it was like to be burned, turned to ashes, forged anew.
She was a phoenix; a disgraced, wicked one, but a phoenix still.
***to be continued***
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