She cried out, her fingernails bitting into the skin of his chest as he rocked his hips up into hers, grinding her pelvis down onto his own, trying to take control despite the submissive position she had forced him into. Staring down at him as he continued to roll her hips over his groin, dragging her clit over his pelvic bone with every thrust, Emma met his darkened gaze and another shudder ran through her. She wondered if it would always be like this, the overpowering, overwhelming, all-consuming need that drove both of them every time, this desperate mix of give and take as they fought to bring the other to their end first, both longing to watch the other fall apart at their hands. God she hoped it would be, she thought. Emma cried out again as Killian thrust up sharply into her, hitting a spot deep inside her that she had only recently discovered existed. She bit her lip against the climax she knew was now fast approaching. Arching her back, she reached behind herself and anchored her weight on Killian's thigh, using it for leverage as she took back control of the pace, rising up slowly along his shaft before sinking back down hard and deep.
Emma smiled as she watched the most dastardly pirate to ever sail the seven seas give in to her, his jaw dropping open as he watched her ride him, his face flushed, eyes dark and his hair a mess, he was absolutely wrecked, helpless but to let his siren lead him crashing upon the rocky shore that was her body. She would surely be the death of him and it was a death he would willingly be driven to again and again. Emma held his eyes as his hand reached up from its spot on her hip, leaving behind red marks he was sure would be blue in the morning. He couldn't really bring himself to care at the moment. He spanned his hand across her chest, his fingers just long enough that he could graze the peak of both her breasts with thumb and pinky in tandem. Not for the first time, Killian marveled at how perfectly they fit together, surely they each had been made with the other in mind. The moan that fell from her lips at his touch was his downfall, he could feel himself losing control as her harsh pace faltered only slightly before picking up again, sending shockwaves of pleasure and lust down through his very core. He knew she thought she would win, destroy him before he could wreak her (they'd already ruined each other for anyone else at this point – both in body and in heart – but they never could fully let their competitive sides go.) He couldn't have that though.
Emma was practically panting now as she watched Killian start to fall apart beneath her. Yes, she thought, feeling absolutely wanton as his hand slipped across her sweat-soaked body, her hair sticking to her neck and down her back in heavy tendrils. How long had they been going at this? How many rounds now? Her muscles screamed at her to stop, sore and burned out from the exertion but the adrenaline pumping through her veins screamed louder. More, just a little bit more. She had him, he was just at the edge. But suddenly, Killian turned the tables, his hand sliding down from her breasts to where they were joined, his fingers reaching for her clit as he pulled her down to him with his hook on her lower back. All it took was the scrape of this thumb over her sensitive bundle and she was gone. She screamed a sound that was near pain as her vision went black around the edges, white-hot extacy shooting through her every nerve ending. Vagely, she was aware of the pulsing heat of his release between her thighs as he joined her in her high before she collapsed over him, her body as limp and well-used.
Emma hummed appreciatively as she slowly came back to herself. Her vision returning to normal as she waited for her breathing to calm down, every muscle in her body feeling numb and useless in the most fantastic and satisfying way. She heard Killian's echoed chuckle rumble under her ear where it lay on his chest.
'My sentiments exactly, Love,' he said, raising a hand to stroke down her spine. How he could move right now Emma wasn't too sure.
'Hmm, how many was that?' she asked absentmindedly after they'd layed in comfortable silence for a long moment. 'I lost count.' She could feel the grin in his voice.
'Four,' he answered matter-of-factly. Emma groaned, rolling off of him and feeling him slip out of her still slightly pulsing heat. Landing on her back, laying spread-eagled beside him on the bed, she let her head loll to the side to look at him.
'Of course you kept count,' she mocked him.
'Of course I did,' Killian told her. Turning over onto his side to face her, he propped his head up on his hook, looking every bit the dashing rapscallion as he leered at her. 'A gentleman always has his Lady's pleasure at the front of his mind.' Emma didn't have it in her to do anything but giggle at how he somehow managed to make the statement sound both unquestioningly sincere and absolutely filthy at the same time.
She let her head fall back to center, staring up at her bedroom celing above them. This was so worth having finally gotten her own appartment. And maybe having shared custody of her son came in handy sometimes. Like when she wanted to have rough, pornstar-screaming-multiple-orgasm-inducing sex with her hot pirate boyfriend.
'That's a new record for me,' she said, lost in thought about said multiple-orgasm inducing sex.
'Four?' Killian's tone was more than a little surprised and when she looked back at him she almost laughed at the more than confused look on his face. She nodded.
'In one session? Yeah.'
'Surely that can't be right. I'm sure I've – I mean you...' he looked to be counting and Emma actually did laugh this time, reaching out for his hand, she brought their interlinked fingers to her lips and placed a kiss on his knuckles.
'Calm down, Killian, we only started sleeping together – what? A week ago?' she asked.
'Two on Thursday,' he answered distractedly and Emma raised an eyebrow at him. He was clearly very distraught about this new information.
'Hello, did you miss the part where I said new record?' she asked, snapping him out of his bubble.
'You've never had as many as four orgasms in a row?' he asked, still disbelieving. Emma squirmed a little under his scrutiny. She could already feel the blush creeping its way up her body to her face. This was the first time since they had become intimate that Emma realized just how many years and how much experience he must have on her and she suddenly felt like a nervous virgin hooking up with the coolest guy in school. She was out of her league. Killian clearly noticed her unease because he was suddenly there, his hand tracing along the edge of her face. His thumb brushed softly across her cheekbone before he ran his fingers through the hair at her temple, caressing it.
'Sorry,' he said meeting her eyes. 'That was rude of me, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Bad form on my part,' he berated himself. Emma smiled at him, reaching out to brush the stubble on his cheek with the back of her fingers.
'It's alright,' she told him honestly. 'And yes, like I said, four is new best for me,' she smirked at him.
'You mean you never, I mean -' he cleared his throat awkwardly, clearly worried about upsetting her again, and looked pointedly at her hand which had once again linked itself with his and was resting comfortably on her stomach.
'What!? Of course I have!' She nearly shouted. 'That doesn't count! I meant – you know – during sex exclusively!' she was getting flustered again. He grinned, clearly enjoying seeing her worked up and embarassed over such things.
'Ah,' he said as if it all made sense now. 'I see.' He lifted their hands up to his face, kissing the inside of her wrist and begining to play with her fingers, linking and unlinking them, runing the rough pads of his fingers over the soft skin of hers. It still surprised her sometimes how good he was at the sweet, everyday boyfriend stuff; and how okay she was with the sweet, everyday boyfriend stuff. 'And what, pray tell, might that count be?' he asked off-handedly but with no small amount of cheek.
Emma smirked, locking their fingers to get his attention. 'You couldn't handle it,' she told him when his eyes met hers. Killian laughed before leaning down to kiss her; a long, drawn-out, lazy kiss that she kept finding herself smiling into and that left her limbs buzzing again with a stirring desire for him already.
'So you won't give me that number,' he said as he finally pulled away. 'Will you at least tell me what the previous standing record was? Purely so I may assess the measure which I was set against,' he added innocently when she narrowed her eyes at him. Men she thought. She may as well pull out a ruler. She rolled her eyes.
'Two.' His eyebrows shot up. 'Look, when Neal and I were together I was like barely seventeen and I didn't know my body enough to teach it to anyone else... and maybe he wasn't exactly the fastest learner. And after him it was really only a series of one-night-stands so those were kind of just get in, get it done and get out, you know? Wham, bam, thank you mam,' she tried to explain.
'Two?' he repeated after a moment of silence. They were not doing this again, she groaned.
'With a guy?' she asked again, not wanting to fall back to where the conversation had just been. She could do this, she thought. This was something normal couples did right? Talk about past relationships (or lack thereof in her case) about their sexual experiences and fantasies and all that stuff. Maybe it was a bit early technically – if not a bit in-depth – for them but they were already miles away from being conventional in the pacing department. Hell, even she could admit now that they had probably fallen in love before they went on their first date.
Emma almost missed the suggestive turn of his expression at her choice of words. 'As oposed to what exactly, Love?' he asked his voice a little bit gruffer than it had been a second ago. Clearly he no longer had numbers on his mind.
'That's not what I meant and you know it,' she told him. He nodded, his hand had at some point started to trail softly up and down her arm and Emma became aware of the gooseflesh starting to raise on her skin.
'So then there's only ever been men for you, Swan?' he asked. God damnit, the way he said it made her wish she had a bunch of kinky stories that went above and beyond same-sex experimentation to tell him if it meant he would keep looking at her like that. Emma cleared he throat.
'There... there may have been one or two parties when I was in high school,' she told him and his eyes snapped up to hers, darkening by the second. She was slowly begining to feel more and more like prey... and she liked it.
'Hmm?' he encouraged her.
'Well maybe teenage me got drunk once or twice and got a little bit... curious,' she finished. His hand that was on her arm had slowly changed its course, now running across her collar bone from shoulder to shoulder, bypassing her breasts that were already aching for him and she wiggled a bit in frustration. He smirked a little at her answer, he already looked sinful.
'What is it with men and the whole girl-on-girl thing?' She asked when his gaze got a bit too much to handle. He smiled clearly on to her attempt at evasion but he let her have it.
'Well, I can't speak for all men, and of course theres always the irrational wish that the women will both realize that they desperately want us even more than they do eachother, but sometimes in our fantasies we like to eliminate the male counterpart all together, only see the women and their pleasure,' he explained as the tips of his fingers trailed down, brushing her nipples before trailing across her ribcage. She sucked in a shaky breath. 'Of course,' he started heasitantly, 'adding a male counterpart to intimate encounters between lovers is not necessarily a bad idea if not far too often taboo.' He raised his eyebrows innocently. 'I imagine the female fantasy may not be that far off from that of the man when reversed...' he left that thought hanging in the air as his calloused fingertips danced across the skin just below her navel. Emma's eyes shot open at what he had just proposed... or she was pretty sure he had just proposed. Clearly she had found herself a man who was fully into fair turnaround. She wondered what exactly he hadn't tried in his 300 years.
'I don't want to share you,' she told him, bringing her fingers to his jaw and tracing them along his bottom lip. The smile he gave her made her whole body seize up with love for this man.
'Nor I you,' he assured her. It was then that it hit her. While he would never offer anything he was uncomfortable with, he had been trying to let her know that he would be open to most anything she would ask of him. Her happiness, her pleasure came first in his mind and his heart and Emma's heart swelled at the thought. She pulled him down for a chaste but desperate kiss.
'Okay,' she said, as she pulled him to lie between her legs, ready to break the mood that had somehow gone from playful to awkward to dirty to sappy in all of fifteen minutes. She was feeling elated now and she wanted to get back to fun. The whole touchy-feely thing was still new to her. 'My turn for questions. I gave you my count. Now it's your turn. What's your number?' she asked with a saucy smirk and maybe there was a slight roll of her hips added for good measure but she'd never admit to it. His breath hitched but he still managed to smirk at her.
'You'll have to be more precise, Darling,' he told her. She rolled her eyes.
'Orgasms, Killian,' she said bluntly. 'What's your record?' she asked, pleased that the teasing atmosphere was back between them.
'Given or recieved?' he baited her.
'Both. Recieved,' she said quickly.
He thought for a moment. 'Nine,' he told her after a second of deliberation.
Emma's eyebrows shot up into her hairline. 'Nine? How is that even possible? I mean, you're a guy!'
'Man,' he corrected automatically, 'and you'll find, Love, that I've picked up a trick or two in my million years' he teased, bringing up her quip from what seemed so long ago now and bending his head to nibble at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Emma giggled like a freaking school-girl.
'And given?' she asked through her laughter. Killian rose back up to meet her eyes, giving her a shit-eating grin.
'You couldn't handle it,' he teased.
Quick as a whip, Emma flipped them over and Killian let out a pleased huff as he landed on his back with her sat astride his abdomen.
'We'll just see about that won't we?' she goaded him. 'Nine, Captain? I'm starting to feel as though you've been holding out on me!' she accused.
Killian smiled playfully at her. 'Well,' he started, grabbing her hips between hand and hook and pulling her forward until she got the idea and scooted up until her legs were on either side of his head, his breath hovering over her already soaking wet center, 'Far be if from me to disapoint a Lady.'