Thanks for the support everyone! Here is Part Two; hope you enjoy!

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Straight on Till Morning

Part Two

"Tell me you want me, Emma," Killian murmured, dipping his head to run his nose along her hip bone. He gloried in the softness of her skin, like silk beneath his palm. Emma lifted her head, hands scrabbling for purchase on the thin carpet. Killian rested his hand on her breast, fingers slowly circling towards the nipple.

"Relax, Swan." Her only response was a sigh. Killian eyed the juncture of her legs, smooth to the touch. He cut his eyes at her, the look pure wickedness.

"You know love, the longer you make me wait, to longer I have to think up all kinds of devilish things," he murmured into her thigh, stubble scraping her most intimate flesh. He heard her breath hitch, and smirked, continuing.

"I did warn you about the list, love. Additions are being made as we speak. I want to do terrible things to you with my mouth… " His voice grew husky, "and to yours." Emma felt her throat go dry as his hook began trailing patterns along her thigh, the cold metal just ghosting over her lower lips.

"Nothing to be said?" he asked innocently. "Well, no time like the present."

Emma's head fell back with a thud as his mouth connected with her center, his tongue delicately tracing her folds. She thrust her hips, only to have his hook arm push her down.

"Oh no love. I told you. Until you can scarcely breathe," he ground out, wagging a finger at her. A moment later that finger joined his mouth, lightly skimming over her now swollen flesh. Killian rocked back, content to watch her expressions as he teased her body to wakefulness.

"Gods love," he murmured, biting her thigh lightly. Killian slipped a finger into her core, marveling at how wet she was for him already. He watched with interest as Emma gasped, squirming at the feel of a ring just outside her entrance, the play of hot flesh and cold metal heightening her awareness of exactly what he was doing to her.

His thumb eased up to her clit, rubbing in a slow, circular motion that was sure to drive her mad. "You know, Swan," he began conversationally, "I wonder how long I could keep you like this. Could you stand it, love, to be so close, and yet unable to come?" he murmured, his voice a dark rasp. Emma moaned softly, hand clamping down on his wrist. Killian was not deterred, and continued on with his ministrations.

"I'll wager I could keep you ready for hours, love," he whispered, placing leading kisses along her hip, his thumb moving insistently against her as he added another finger. Her gasp was music to his ears.

Emma stared up at him, half marveling, half in horror. Killian smiled, and carried on, once again apply his mouth to the job at hand. He seemed perfectly happy to work her into a nearly frenetic state. Slowly, he began to pull every gasp, moan, and half muffled scream from her, until she was shaking, sweat a slick veil over her skin.

"Had enough yet, love?" he murmured against her lips, kissing them lightly. Emma grabbed him by the hair and kissed him viciously, biting his lower lip without any pretense of gentleness. She could taste herself on him.

"I swear to god, pirate, if you don't get a move on," she hissed, eyes snapping. Her threat was somewhat lessened by the shaking in her arms; plainly, her death grip on his lapels was as much to keep her upright as to intimidate.

Killian smirked, and pressed on her clit hard, fingers slamming into her sheath. Emma choked on a scream, her hips jerking against his hand. His fingers danced inside her, causing her head to fall back, chest heaving as she fought for air while she ground herself against his palm.

Half delirious, she reached for him, eyes beseeching as she tugged on his coat in a wordless question. Killian kissed her gently.

"Whatever you want, love," he murmured, before giving her clit a hard tweak. Killian stripped, watching appreciatively as her body shook from the force of her orgasm.

She gasped when she felt the full length of him against her, the feel of skin on skin shock enough to cut through her dreamy haze. Then he was inside her in one swift motion, barely giving her time to come down from her high before he began to move. He set a brutal pace, and she rose to it, meeting him thrust for thrust. A moment later he came to his knees and lifted her hips, deepening the angle. Emma's eyes were closed, her mouth open as the sensation washed over her.

Killian threw one her legs over his hip, anchoring it with his hand. The other leg he pinned straight up, his hook a shock of cold on her ankle. She gasped and writhed beneath him.

"Watch, love," he bit out. Emma did, unable to look away as she watched his cock slowly vanishing between her legs before reappearing. She sighed, and he suddenly slammed into her, tearing a gasp from her lips.

His blue eyes were lidded as he dragged a rough kiss up her leg. Emma watched, frozen. Slowly the pace began to increase, until the pace and strength of his thrusts were near bruising in their force. Emma's head snapped from side to side, desperate for some relief from the pressure she felt building inside her.

Above her, Emma heard him panting, chuckling darkly. "Do you need more, love?" He growled. Emma's eyes flew open to lock with his as his hand slowly made its way to the juncture of her thighs. Her chin dipped in the tiniest of nods. A second later her hips bucked when his thumb connected with her clit, rubbing in slow, teasing circles.

Emma could barely breathe. He continued to pound into her, pain and pleasure rising to breathless heights. His fingers teased and taunted her, bringing her close and yet never allowing her to fall over the edge.

Killian watched, loving the sight of her: hair fanned out all around her, legs shaking, breath coming in frantic gasps and moans. "Come for me, love," he murmured, increasing the pace of this thumb to match his thrusts.

"Killian!" she gasped, choking back her scream as she bucked against him, fighting keep her eyes on him as her orgasm roared through her. Killian felt her walls clench and ripple about him, a warm, shuddering, velvet vice. Almost snarling, he continued to slam into her, her hands clutching at his sides, desperate for an anchor. A moment later he followed her into oblivion, her name falling like a strangled prayer from his lips.

It was some time before either of them could move, limbs twitching and blood pounding. Killian's hands skimmed over her form, the slow, soothing movements in sharp contrast to his rough treatment earlier. At last he managed to lift his head, dark hair going in every which direction where she had pulled it.

"Swan," he muttered, her hair sticking to his face, "If you say that was a one time thing, so help me, I'm going to chain you to the bed until you change your mind," he said hoarsely, brushing his lips over her eyes, cheeks, and forehead in a near frenzied show of affection.

Emma let out a dry chuckle before drawing his face down, resting his forehead against hers.

"No. I think that this is where the fun begins," she whispered. Above her the pirate gave a worshipful moan, collapsing on her before rolling to the side, hand over his eyes in mock relief.

"Gods be praised, love. But forgive me, you'll need to give me a moment," he gasped. Emma laughed, and scooted herself over until she was half sprawled over him, her head tucked under his chin.

"Fine, Jones. But I'll expect due compensation for my patience," she said slyly. Killian swept his hand up and down her spine, a soothing motion that slowly weighted her lids until she was fighting to keep them open. His voice was a dark, distant rumble beneath her ear when he replied.

"Whatever the lady wishes." She didn't hear; she was asleep.

A smile flickered across his face as he felt her heart beat against his chest. Killian speared his hook through the blanket and drew it up over their bodies, content to wrap his arms around her and rest.

Emma awoke to the strange sensation of something warm enveloping her. She looked down and saw an arm – definitely masculine – wrapped around her, long fingers resting on her breast, fingers already at play. She felt heat rush to her face as she remembered just to whom the hand belonged, and the events that led to its current placement.

Behind her, she heard a sleepy chuckle. "I never knew how far down your blush went, love. It's really very… stirring," Killian murmured in her ear before kissing her shoulder. She felt him move, and then hissed as he threw back the blanket, standing on shaky legs.

A moment later her protests over cold air were forgotten. Emma clutched the blanket to her and struggled not to gape as Killian left the warmth of the blanket to wander over to the kitchenette. Cords of muscle stood out from his back, his legs long and lean. Her gaze drifted appreciatively to his ass. Eventually she gave up resisting and settled back to enjoy the view as he poked through the cabinets, searching for something.

When he turned toward her, he paused, two mugs in hand. Killian noticed her blatant appraisal, a slow grin blooming across his features. Another part of his anatomy also noticed her attention, starting to twitch and swell under the heat of her stare.

"See something you like, love?" he murmured, settling himself behind her as a makeshift chair. Emma ran her fingers up and down his thighs, chuckling softly. She could feel him digging into her back.

"You could say that," she said, turning to face him. Killian swept her hair over her shoulders before pulling her into a soft kiss. Took her hand, their fingers sliding over each other in a moment of easy silence. Emma, considering their wrecked appearance, laughed. Killian looked at her quizzically.

"So, do you think that qualifies as ravishment?"

Killian smiled. "Of course not. But then, that's why there's a to-do list," he whispered. Emma felt her jaw drop.

"You know, I rather like seeing you flustered. It's sweet," he said conversationally as his fingers slipped down to trace a nipple. "I think I'll keep doing it."

Emma shuddered, feeling her body warm to his touch. His fingers left, and she made a soft, frustrated sound that set him laughing as he lifted her chin.

"Relax, love. We've all night," he murmured before kissing her deeply. Emma sighed into the caress, feeling his tongue ease over her abused lips to lightly explore her mouth. She jerked back, his words sinking in.

"All night?" she asked, torn between fascination and alarm. Killian laughed before pulling her beneath him, gently tucking her wayward curls behind her ear before tracing her jaw.

"Well, last time a bit hurried, darling. This time I intend to love you slow, lass," he murmured, bending to her lips. Instead, she pulled away from his mouth, taunting him with the trace of a kiss. The only warning he had was a tightening of her legs before her found himself being flipped on his back, staring at a magnificent view of her breasts.

"Bless you Swan," he ground out, reaching for her. Emma grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head. Bemused, Killian didn't protest beyond nuzzling her now very near breasts, content to see what she would do. His breath began to come in quick, short huffs as she kissed her way down his stomach, stopping once her head was lolling against his hipbone. Jones felt his mouth go dry at the sight of her blonde curls spilled across his waist, her breath puffing against the base of his now spectacular erection.

"Tell me, Jones," she crooned, fingers ghosting over his length, "was this on your to-do list?"

"N-not in as many words, lass," he said weakly. His mind was running riot with images, the possibilities of what could be done with her body and mouth. He jerked when she shifted, suddenly rising to kiss his mouth softly.

"Good," she murmured, a smile tucked around her lips. "It's on mine."

Jones had only a moment to process before he shuddered, the feel of her mouth slipping over him causing his head to fall back.

Well there it is! Reviews are fuel; if you want the third installment, let me know! They do have all night, after all :)

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