Part 2/2

disclaimer: still don't own any of it.

He returned home around midnight, slightly tipsy and mood elevated after a few hours of drinks, dirty jokes and male bonding. It was a little strange that his best mate was also his woman's father, but David knew how much he loved Emma, and somehow that smoothed things over most of the time.

He crept into the quiet apartment, finding her already asleep in their bed, looking for all the world like an innocent angel rather than the temptress he'd watched in the tub a few hours earlier. The sheets draped over her nude body, but her back was bare, her creamy skin calling to him as he stripped off his clothes and slipped into bed with her. Gods, he couldn't get the memory of how she'd been talking out of his mind, his cock going hard as he remembered her describing what she wanted. He wanted to hear her tell him all those things when they were together.

He rolled over, pulling her into his chest as he rubbed his hard length against her ass. "Mmmm, I missed you, gorgeous." He purred in her ear as he felt her hips grind back against him. "I haven't been able to get you off my mind."

She awakened to his warm, taut body behind her, his cock rubbing against her deliciously. She'd made herself come a few times, but nothing matched the feeling of him inside her, and she was still hungry for more. "Oh really? What is it you were thinking about?"

He chuckled. "I could tell you, but I'd much rather have you tell me what you want, love." He nuzzled her neck, nipping at her earlobe as he kissed his way down her body. "I have a confession, my dear. I might have returned home for David's keys while you were having a bath, only to be met with quite a startling sight." He felt her go stiff, embarrassment flooding through her at the idea of him hearing what she'd said. "Oh, no, darling, I don't think you understand. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. It was so bloody enticing."

Her breathing sped up as his hand began to wander her body. She hadn't really done a lot of dirty talking bed with Killian, and she was worried that he might be repulsed. She wasn't sure what he'd specifically heard. What if she went too far? He was a pirate- she'd expected him to have a filthy mouth and truthfully he could get away with saying pretty much anything he wanted, but she was The Savior.

"Please, love. Be naughty for me." He didn't like to beg, but he wanted her to know how badly he needed this. He began to kiss down her body, lips barely touching her breasts. "Do you like it when I do this?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"What do you like?"

"Sometimes you tease my nipples til I positively ache for you."

He groaned, wanting to encourage her, then brushed his thumb over her left breast as his mouth closed over the right, playing, kissing, nipping until her back arched off the bed. "Tell me- what else do you want, love?" He murmured against her skin, nuzzling her hip bone as he kissed across her belly, his scruff tickling deliciously.

He was so close to where she wanted his mouth, but she wanted to ease into this whole "talking dirty" thing. "Well, you're a little far north, there, sailor."

He kissed lower, stopping at the crease where her thighs met her body. "Better?" He wasn't going to give in until he had her saying all the filthy things he'd heard before and more.

"Killian..." She whined, her embarrassment starting to give way to frustration. "Promise you won't judge me?"

"Never."

"Ok... then what I really want... is to sit on your face and have you lick my juicy pussy until I come so hard I can't fucking breathe." She rushed it out all at once, waiting to see how he responded.

"Oh gods, Emma!" He moaned, grabbing her hips and rolling onto his back, burying his face in her cunt as she straddled him. Her head tipped back in a long moan as he kissed and licked and sucked, and looking back she could see how hard he was.

"Oh, you like that? You must- look how hard your cock is. God, you get me so wet, Killian. And I love just fucking your face while you eat me out."

He moaned, pulling her closer as his tongue delved deeper into her, fucking her with it as she squirmed. This was exactly what he wanted- and it was even better than he'd imagined. Her legs were shaking as he increased his speed, lapping up her juices as she cried out. He couldn't wait to hear her when he finally took her.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that. Oh, god, Don't stop, I'm so close. Make me come!" Her hands gripped the headboard as she rode his face, pleasure shooting through her as she came. He continued to lick her gently, letting her ride out her orgasm before pulling her down to kiss him, making her taste herself on his lips.

"Gods, Emma, your sweet little cunny tastes so good." He purred between kisses. "I could spend hours with my head between your beautiful thighs."

She moaned. Now he was talking dirty too. That worked just fine for her, and she wasn't about to refuse him after a comment like that. She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs, and said, "Really? Then get back down there, pirate. I'm not satisfied yet."

His eyes took on a devilish glint as he crawled back between her legs, diving back in like he was a man dying in the desert and her pussy was an oasis. "Mmm, yeah, just like that. Soo good. Fuck me with your fingers, so I'm nice and ready for that big cock of yours."

He slipped a finger into her wet heat, listening to her long moan of pleasure as he began to curl it and pump in and out as he sucked on her clit. He added a second finger, and she started to thrust her hips against his hand. He could feel how wet she was, could see her arousal coating his hand as he ran his thumb over her outer lips. "Oh god, your rings are so cold," she shivered. "It feels so good. Fuck, Killian, I'm going to come again!"

The feeling of his hot mouth, warm fingers, and the cold of his silver rings was too much, and she shattered again, walls closing in as his still-moving fingers stroked that perfect spot inside her. Gasping for breath, she hauled his face to hers for another kiss. "God, Killian, I want to suck your cock. It's so big, and hard, and I want to taste every inch of you before you fuck my brains out."

"Fuck, Emma," he practically whimpered. Maybe he'd underestimated his response to hearing her talk like this, because he felt like he could explode already. Gods, how could a woman who was so perfect, strong, and beautiful be so... filthy in bed? It was incredible. He watched as she crawled on all fours, pushing him into a kneeling position as she took his cock into her mouth, moaning around it as she sucked. He fisted his hand in her hair, only to have her pull back. "Mmmmm, yeah, just grab my head and fuck my face."

Her lips returned to his cock, and he held onto her head and began to gently thrust, not wanting to overdo it because he was dangerously turned on. Thank the gods he'd had a few drinks, because even though he'd always prided himself on his stamina, he knew that she was going to push him over the edge faster than usual tonight. After a few blissful minutes of her hot mouth, he sped up just a bit, fucking her face harder as she moaned around his cock before finally pulling her off him with a loud "pop."

She leaned back, spreading her legs wide, and played with her clit as she licked her lips. "Get over here, and ravish me, pirate. Now. I want your hard cock to stretch me out and fill me up. I want you to make me scream your name."

He grabbed her hip, and lining himself up thrust forward, sinking all the way into her pussy in one swift stroke. She keened, nails scratching at his back as she arched into him. "Oh, fuck, you're so big. God damn it," she hissed between gritted teeth. "God, I need you. Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me, Killian."

He pulled back and slammed back into her, hard and deep, then began to fuck her at a punishing pace. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. Gods, she was so wet and hot. He'd wanted her all night, but having her was so much better.

"Harder, Killian! Faster! Fuck me! Oh god, your thick cock feels so good! Yeah, just like that. Oh, mmm god, yes, right there. Holy shit- you're so hard!"

"For fuck's sake, Emma!" He growled. "You're so tight and wet."

She moaned, feeling herself getting close again. God, he felt so good, and he was really giving it to her. Every thrust was hitting her just right, and she could tell he was getting close, too. She leaned forward, taking his earring between her teeth, and growled, "You make me wet, Killian. I've wanted to fuck you since that damn beanstalk."

It was official- she was trying to kill him. He groaned, thrusting harder, unable to hold back any longer. Her moans and cries grew louder, her panted screams of "Harder! Deeper! More!" becoming more incoherent as she began to flutter around him, finally crashing over the edge as she came hard around him. He followed, coming inside her as she begged him, "Come for me, Killian. Fill me up."

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, struggling to catch their breath as they came down. "Bloody Hell, Emma. You are a wanton lass at heart, aren't you?"

"Is that a bad thing?"

He nuzzled her neck. "Gods, no. It's incredible. You are amazing, Emma."

"You're not too bad yourself." She ran her fingers through his hair. "So, you don't mind when I curse like a sailor?"

He laughed. "I did say you'd make a hell of a pirate. At least you've got the filthy mouth down."

"I thought you liked my mouth," she teased.

He groaned. She might be trying to kill him, but he'd die a very happy man.