Face pushed into the bed, ass in the air, his hand pressed into the center of her back, anchoring her hips as she tried to pivot to meet his relentless thrusts. Her skin was slick with a layer of sweat; her arousal seeping from her core and coating their centers, causing their bodies to slip and slide against each other in a delicious rhythm that made her skin hum.
Fingers balled into the dampened sheets, she bit down on her lip as he thrust into her so deeply it hurt. It burned and pinched and made her raise up her chin and gasp for breath. But still she pushed up into him, grinding herself against his cock, devouring him hungrily: wanting more.
The rough linen sheets scraped against her skin; her nipples burned at the contact and her knees became red raw from the friction. She ached. Ached for the want and ached from feeling used. Thoroughly, utterly used. But still she wanted more.
"More,' she cried desperately as she swung her head to one side, feeling his hand dig into her hip roughly, his nails branding her. She knew they'd leave a dark bruise. A trophy if you will. And it made her smile wickedly.
Wantonly she bucked and rippled her body into his, rocking herself towards oblivion - her wetness was practically dripping down her thighs. She was so turned on she thought for a moment she should be embarrassed. But her body purred and ached and told her not to care. More. She still wanted more.
Her desperate pants and moans echoed around the small room. Again and again he thrust into her - each time varying his angle and depth just a little, just enough to keep her guessing, keep her teetering on the brink.
"Please…" she begged, one hand digging into her hair as her frustration began to consume her. More. More.
She felt a cool pinch at her side and suddenly she was on her back. It was dark, the room distinguished only by shadows and reflections.
Skin.
Skin on skin.
She felt his body envelop hers, his legs nudging her apart. Instinctively she wrapped her ankles around his hips - digging her heels into his back, drawing him in, pulling him back towards her, until…
Yes.
The burn, the stretch, the feeling of being so filled that her eyes rolled back as she groaned in pleasure and ground her hips into the bed, letting him twist inside her so she could feel every rock hard inch.
Her hands reached out and dug into his firm, hair covered chest. Running her fingers over him she revelled in the extra sensation - soft yet masculine, until she moved her grip to his shoulders, pushing him against her chest, rubbing her breasts against him as they moved in tandem.
He began to grunt in a guttural, primal way that shook her to her core, turning her on even more.
She was the cause of this man's utter annihilation - his loss of control, his total consummation by lust…
And she screamed as he roughly grabbed her breast, gripping it firmly with his hand as his mouth devoured her hard nipple; sucking and tugging at it until tears came to her eyes and she felt the grazing of teeth agains soft skin.
Angrily, she swung her hand to the back of his head, grabbing a chunk of hair as she forced his mouth to hers - wanting him to hurt, wanting him to ache like she did.
Sloppily they kissed; a wet mess of lips and tongues and muttered curses that turned into a battle of wills - each egging the other on: teasing, taunting, testing…
Then the brink came. No warning. But then she was there.
Pulsing inside of her, the heat, burn and build between them reached that tipping point of no return before exploding in a vision of stars and cool sweat rippling over her skin, her body twitching and fluttering around him as he continued to thrust - drawing her out whilst he whispered her name again and again, before ending in a strangled cry of his own.
Replete, she lay; his body heaped on hers, the scruff of his chin rubbing against the sensitive skin of her chest until she shifted a little and he raised his eyes to meet hers.
Sparkling blue eyes, dark and wanton - matched with a wide toothed smile that made her stomach flip: Hook.
The first time Emma dreamed of him, she shrugged it off and made excuses.
It had been a long time.
He was attractive (she admitted that) and there was a shortage of guys she could crush on in Storybrooke.
'Cos it was just a crush, right?
So it was only natural that she would, you know…
But her cheeks reddened at the memory of her dream. Never had she felt so… Damn hot and sexy and … horny.
So the next time she saw him, she had clammed up. Avoiding him at the meeting to discuss the rebuilding of the town. Dipping her eyes from his knowing glances. Ignoring the heat between her thighs when she got close enough to smell his scent.
Keeping far enough away to be safe. Because it was just a dream and she had other things to think about…
Emma wants more... Do you?
