Emma had come home from work that day hot and bothered…she was supposed to be home over two hours ago, all she'd thought about all day was some cherished alone time with her pirate on Henry's night with Regina.

She'd gotten one last call before she left for the day, and instead of just passing it off to the night shift, she decided to go take the report herself. That had been a mistake! When Sneezy called about a breaking and entering, she hadn't realized she was going to have to take seven different statements, all varying in detail. Who the fuck cared who'd been in their house; no one was hurt, nothing was missing, and the place was now spotless! What a waste of fucking time.

Closing the door to their home, she called out his name.

"Hello, love," he came to greet her.

"Touch me, Killian."

He raised one eyebrow, but showed no sign of misunderstanding as he pulled her to him hand and hook skimming down her waist and around her back side. He peppered kisses along her jaw, then sucked her ear into his warm mouth. "Eager, are we?" He gave her ass a firm squeeze, then thrust her hips against his own to show her his compliance.

She let out a long moan at the contact, "I need you to touch me," she repeated.

Of course he knew where she wanted to be touched, and although he wanted to take it slow, he acceded to her request. He slid his hand between them and popped the button of her jeans, then meticulously slid his fingers into her panties eliciting another delicious mewl from her.

"Gods, Swan, what have you been thinking on, you are soaked," he purred into her ear.

She couldn't be bothered to get out anything out than a breathy, "You."

"Do you know how hard you get me when you're like this?" he murmured into her ear, punctuating his question by sucking her lobe into his mouth and nipping at it.

Splaying her folds, he gathered her wetness on his fingertips then delicately massaged her clit, her broken whimper sent a pleasurable jolt straight to his cock. He already had her in a lustful haze made more noticeable when she fumbled to pull down her jeans so she could spread her legs further for him.

"You all right there, Swan?" he gritted out.

He brought her in for a kiss as he delved into her core, sucking away her gasp at the intrusion of his thick fingers. He kept his thumb at her clit and continued to caress in a circular motion. Emma started to feel weak in the knees, his hand deftly working her up. She brought her arms around his neck to support herself. Understanding her need, Killian wrapped his hooked arm around her back to brace her. He curled his fingers inside her to hit the spot he always found so expertly, evoking erotic noises from her lips. He could only look on as his fingers repeatedly disappeared inside her.

"Killian!" she keened when he added a third finger and applied the heel of his hand to her clit.

His eyes shot up at the carnality in her tone, he knew what she needed, and how she needed it. He quickened his pace as she began to ride his hand fervently. He immediately felt the telltale signs of her fluttering insides. He focused his gaze upon her face, as he loved to watch her come undone.

"Is this what you need, love? Were you damp and wanting today, imagining yourself fucking my fingers?" he questioned in that deep sensual timbre she'd grown to need. "Were you rubbing your thighs together to try and relieve the ache?"

"I… I…," she couldn't form a coherent thought. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down in anticipation of falling over the edge. How he'd love to have his cock buried in her sweet mouth he thought. He continued his ministrations as she bared down on his hand.

"Killian," she whispered, "almost…please," he sped up at her desperate plea, and then she was there, squeezing his shoulders tight to keep herself upright. He slowed his pace and pressed his palm firmly against her clit to let her ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm. She rested her forehead to his, and kissed him repeatedly between her short puffs of breath.

"You are so bloody brilliant when you fall apart for me," he crooned. He thought it might be one of his favorite things to hold her close while satisfying her needs. He cherished the trust she gave him to love her so freely when she was at her most vulnerable.

"I needed that," she confided as she took his hand and brought his fingers to her mouth. She proceeded to lick and suck each digit with such avarice, he couldn't help but rub the curve of his hook over his cock for some needed friction.

After releasing his last finger with a pop, she advanced on his mouth, biting at his top lip asking for more, always more.

Just thought of her tasting herself had him straining against his zipper. Killian enthusiastically welcomed her, warm tongues sliding against each other, he groaned at the taste she provided him. He wanted so badly to grind himself against her, but first, he had to know.

"What was that all about, Swan?" he asked, pulling her jeans up, the strain in his voice apparent.

She shook her head, "It's your turn now, and I don't want to use my mouth to talk," nothing but pure lust in her voice.

"Emma Swan, you lecherous minx… far be it from me to deny the lady what she wants," he growled, his cock throbbed almost painfully at her titillating implication. He made to sit down on the couch, but she stopped him, grabbing his hook she led him upstairs to their room.

She quietly shut the door, and turned to him looking him up and down. Beginning by unbuttoning and sliding his vest over his shoulders, Emma proceeded to unwrap her pirate. Her nimble fingers unfastened the few buttons of his shirt he had bothered with. Eyes meeting his, she grabbed him by the belt buck, and pulled him closer; her other hand came to his neck and caressed his jaw line with her thumb.

He wanted to kiss her, suck her tongue into his mouth, but he also wanted to let her proceed in her way. No sooner had he thought it, she yanked his head toward hers and crashed her mouth to his. Her tongue played along the curve of his bottom lip, then she bit down tugging slightly, he opened to her, letting her have her way. He wasn't sure when she'd opened his trousers, but he felt her warm hand slide along his length, and he was lost to desire.

Of course he had nothing on under his jeans, a thought that had her drawing her thighs together as she palmed his cock, just enough pressure to have him looking decidedly wrecked. Emma removed her hand and slid his pants down to his feet, silently urging him to remove them and his boots.

After he'd discarded the last of his clothing, he brought both hand and hook to her waist, and made to pull her shirt up then stopped, seeking her permission, after all, this was her show. She nodded her head and raised her arms in supplication. He slipped the garment over her head, and took a moment to just appreciate her black lace clad breasts. He reached out to drag his hook over her nipple, enthralled by the immediate peak it rose to. She shivered at his gentle touch, then brought both hands behind her back to remove her bra.

He moaned at the sight of her bared before him, "May I divest you of the rest of you clothes, milady?"

"No," she replied gently, "it's your turn remember?" She pointed him to the chair in the corner of their room.

"Ah yes, you wanted to use your mouth for things other than talking, how could I forget?" he said as he made to sit down.

"Not like that, you stand, I'll sit," she positioned herself on the edge of the black leather wing backed chair, and dragged him toward her by his hips. "Mmmm," she hummed in anticipation, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of the man before her. She studied his blue eyes, alight with wonder, the way he bit his bottom lip in anticipation, the expanse of his chest, covered in black hair that she loved to feel against her breasts. Her gaze descended down his taut stomach following the trail to where her treasure stood proudly awaiting her discovery.

If he hadn't hardened further at her sensual inspection of what he offered, he would've thought it impossible to be any harder. She had him on the precipice of pleasure and pain, he needed her to touch him, but he refused to slake her control in the situation.

She took him in hand and pumped him just once, enough pressure to relieve a little of his built up tension. Before he could appreciate the small gesture, she placed an open mouthed kiss to his tip, wetting him, then she gently blew.

His cocked twitched almost painfully at the barrage of sensation. He took in a quivering breath, "Gods above, Swan," he keened, dropping his head back in ecstasy. He brought his hand to her hair for something to hold onto, he wasn't sure he could remain standing. His legs were heavy with the desire to thrust.

"Killian, look at me," she quietly asked, slowly stroking him.

He looked down at his debauched temptress, kneading at her scalp, a questioning look in his eyes, when she didn't speak. A small blush rose up her neck and cheeks. "What is it darling?"

"I want you to-"

Emma broke the eye contact she had requested, and drew in a deep breath trying to calm herself. This was Killian, her Killian, she could ask this of him. With that thought in mind she looked back up at him.

"I want you to fuck my mouth," she whispered almost shyly.

This woman would be the death of him. He'd love to bury himself in her pretty mouth, hand tangled in her hair, guiding her...

"Why would you want me to do this," he asked genuinely curious. He would never deny her, but he also desired to understand her. Why was her request apprehensive? Why did she seem embarrassed to ask this of him?

"Nevermind," she quickly said, withdrawing her hands from him, and circling them around her chest. Her blush turned to a deeper crimson.

He bent down to his knees and brought his hand down to her cheek, "Don't do that," he coaxed, "don't put up that wall Emma, I just want to know why you want me to… to do that."

Okay, she thought, if he wanted to know, she could tell him. She'd promised him that she wouldn't put that armor back on. She brought both her hands to his face, and stared straight into his worried eyes.

"Before you, sex was just an itch that needed scratching," she started, immediately feeling a little lighter at that admission.

"Sex was nothing special, a means to an end," she continued, getting bolder with each confession.

"With you, Killian," she paused to make sure she had his full attention, "I want it to be special, and different, I want to try new things. Things that I've fantasized about, but never even considered trying with anyone, ever, until you, because I trust you," she finished.

Her admission served to make both his heart and his cock swell. He kissed her...hard, "Thank you," he whispered into her lips, "Thank you for explaining and for your trust. I'll try anything with you, and do anything for you, love." His Swan opening up to him was a feat that never ceased to amaze him. It was one of his favorite things about his once closed off princess.

Breaking the kiss, she stood him back up, his cock standing at full attention for her unabashed affections. She stroked his length once more then brought her tongue to him, licking from his thick base to his tip, before encircling him in her warm, wet mouth. She grabbed his hips and gently guided him in and out of her mouth a few times.

Killian brought his hand to the base of her head and grabbed a handful of her gorgeous locks, then began to pump into her, following her lead. Once he established a leisurely pace, she dropped her hands down to hold onto the edge of the chair, relinquishing all control to him. He looked into her eyes, full of love and trust for him, it was a heady aphrodisiac. He involuntarily quickened his pace, enjoying the added suction she applied. He began to gently guide her head to meet his every thrust and he could feel himself bottoming out at the back of her throat.

"Just like that, love, your mouth is heaven," he praised.

He tried to keep his ardor in check… and then she swallowed around him. Gods, it was an amazing feeling to feel her throat gripping his cock. He was a goner then, all sense of propriety out the window. He tightened his grip on her hair and fucked into her mouth wildly. Leaning forward, he threw his left arm over the back of the chair for added support. He bit at his bottom lip when she sucked him back in mercilessly and swallowed him down again.

"Fuck, Swan, you're bloody amazing," he exalted, and it was all he could do to make himself withdraw from deep in her throat as tears started to pool in the corner of her eyes. He watched his

cock disappear inside her tantalizing mouth again and again, the slide of her lips along his shaft a glorious sight to witness. His senses were assaulted with this magnificent sight, the feel of her mouth, the smell of her arousal in the air around them, the wet sounds of her working him over, and the knowledge of her love and trust. His movements became more frenzied as he neared the edge.

"Emma," he panted, "now love" was all he could get out to warn her of his impending release.

Looking into his hooded eyes she hummed around him in acknowledgement, and only went deeper trying to convey her desire for him to come in her mouth.

He erratically pumped into her twice more before he began to spill his seed, coating her throat.

She eased up on the pressure, as she knew he'd become oversensitized, but kept her lips sealed around him as he continued riding out his orgasm with several more gentle thrusts.

He let go of the grip he'd had on her hair and softly massaged the base of her head. When he fully withdrew from her mouth, he knelt down before her taking her hand in his and brushing feather light kisses across her knuckles. He turned her hand over in his and kissed her palm, then stood them both up.

"I'm sorry love, but you've sapped all of my energy, please let us lie down?" he questioned, as he eased her toward their bed.

He sat down at the edge and slowly took her pants off before she climbed in. They faced each other, Killian resting his arm across her waist, they lazed in affable silence for a few minutes, each studying the other.

"Thank you," she blushed.

"It is I who should thank you, Emma" he amended.

"No-" she paused bringing her hand to his scruffy cheek, "Thank you, Killian, for trying new things... with me."

He pulled her closer, "Anything for you, love," he promised, kissing her thoroughly.

"Now, what's next on this list of yours?" he asked cheekily.

"I think you'll need to recover first," she patted his now sated cock under the sheets, "maybe tomorrow," she goaded.

He raised an eyebrow, "Oi! Is that a challenge?" he asserted.

She whispered in his ear one of the many things she wanted to try with him. He couldn't help the small hum of appreciation that escaped from deep down in his chest.

"Okay, maybe now then," she giggled as he began to stiffen under her hand.

TBC...