Previously in New Things - Indecent Exposure
"I've only ever considered making any of these fantasies a reality with you, so no, you absolutely do not make me uncomfortable" she stated. "At the same time, I can't be in your head, and the fear of not knowing what you're thinking, is a little nerve wracking. That might be where the blushing comes in," she added.
"Then perhaps you'll allow me to share one of my fantasies with you, Emma," he raised an eyebrow in question.
"Just one?" she joked, "bring it on, Pirate, I am down for anything and everything.
Her eyebrows hit her hairline, and her breathing increased as he told her one of his "Emma fantasies".
"I want to have you beneath the moon and the stars and the heavens, on the open waters, aboard the Jolly, darling," he jumped right in, "I know it doesn't sound too out of the ordinary," he continued, "but allow me to elaborate?"
"Oh my God, please do," she begged, eyes slowly scanning his still naked form, "if tonight proved anything it's that I enjoy being in the great outdoors while you're fucking me," she purred.
He raised one eyebrow at her tawdry statement, running his tongue along his lower lip. Gazing hungrily at her nude figure, he began to picture what he'd do to her, he spoke in a gravelly voice, "Alright then love, relax and allow me to set the scene."
Killian lay on his back with his hand and hook clasped at his sternum, eyes closed as his mind conjured up one of his original fantasies of Emma. She lay on her side facing him, with her left arm propping her head up, watching intently and waiting for him to begin.
"We'd leave port around sunset, once out on the open waters I'd ask you to come over and assist me. I'd trap your divine body between meself and the helm, showing you how to guide her, my right hand over yours, and your left hand over my hook. I'd try to show you how to sail her properly, but I'm sure I wouldn't be able to help getting hard against your delectable backside," his timbre low and sensual.
Emma scanned him as he spoke, head to toe and back again. He started to harden at his own words. She sucked her lip into her mouth biting down, she wanted to crawl on top of him and suck him off while he told her his desires. She'd be patient though.
"I'm sure you'd let me know that my sword was jabbing you, at which time I'd show you that I'd be more than willing to demonstrate my swordplay skills for you, by grinding against your perfectly taught little arse. Next, I'd turn you around to face me, pressing your back up against the helm of my ship, and divest you of your clothes and whatever sinful underthings you'd chosen to wear. I'd ask you to grip the helm with both hands, and spread your delicious thighs for me," he continued, biting down on his lip salaciously, a small groan escaping his luscious mouth.
Her core had started to ache from watching him and listening to his story. He had a grin on his face as he spoke, eyes still closed, cock getting harder as he spun his story. He would alternate between licking his lips and biting on them. Emma didn't want to break his stride, but she couldn't help the desire taking over, he looked so ripe for the taking. She brought her right hand to her breast and began to caress herself, she clamped her mouth shut to keep from moaning. Her fingers sent a shot of heat south as she rolled her stiffened peak between her thumb and middle finger.
"I'd get down on my knees, because I'd want to taste you first," he continued, his hand getting restless rubbed across his chest, grazing over his own nipple, causing his body to jerk at the sensation. His breathing was becoming thicker as he wove his story of seduction for Emma. "You'd taste as ambrosial as you always do, enhanced by the open air, I'd lick and suck at your sweet core."
Emma continued to roll her nipple between her fingers, rotating between both breasts, but it was quickly becoming not enough.
"Next, I'd bring two fingers to your opening, after priming you with my tongue," he subconsciously licked at his lips again, his hand slipping further down his torso, fingers curling slightly as he massaged his way down his abdomen.
She couldn't help it any longer, her hand followed the same path as his, down her own body not stopping until her middle finger met with her dripping entrance. She swirled her finger coating it, then brought it up just that inch back to her clit where she applied the gentlest amount of pressure, slowing working herself.
"And although they are a poor substitute for my cock, you'd thrust downward, trying to fuck yourself fast and hard, and I'd let you if it meant I got to watch you come. You are absolutely glorious when you come, Emma," he praised her. He could hear her breathing becoming ragged, a smile gracing his lips when he heard the tell tale sound of flesh against wet flesh. He imagined her touching herself, a growl escaping him.
"Yes," she whispered out, long and low, she had added a second finger to her clit, pleasuring herself softly and slowly. She didn't want it to end.
"Love, if you keep up with those sinful noises you're making, I'm going to need to have you again," he purred.
"What sounds," she asked innocently, as she continued playing, she ran her fingers through her wetness again, the sound of that alone making her hotter. "Hhhmmmm," she sighed out.
He could feel her breath as she exhaled, it sent a chill up and down his side. He knew what she was doing now, and his cock was begging for mercy, straining hard against his abdomen, his hand just mere inches away. He couldn't stop himself, anymore than she could've stopped herself, desire coursing through his entire body. He dragged his hand those last few inches and grabbed his cock firmly, just enough to relieve some of the pressure.
"Ooohhhh," Emma keened at the sight of him touching himself, "yes, oh God yes," she panted, temporarily halting her own actions to watch his. She was so focused on the lower region of his body that she hadn't noticed he had opened his eyes and was watching her.
"Emma don't stop," he pleaded, "let me see you, show me how you get yourself off," his voice raspy with want.
Her eyes shot to his, her heartbeat slamming against her chest. She was so turned on, she'd never thought to ask him for this, maybe because it was everything she didn't realize she wanted. The thought of performing for him had her shivering with titillation. The tantalizing images of him pleasuring himself for her, she was going to come just from thinking about it.
She stopped everything then.
A flicker of disappointment ran through his eyes as she stopped, but he quickly checked it. "It's alright if you don't want to do this, love," he told her.
"Oh, I want to do this," she assured him, "but tell me exactly what you want."
"I told you what I want darling, I want to watch you get yourself off, I want you to show me what you do when you're by yourself. What do you want tonight, Emma?"
"I've already gotten so much tonight, I feel greedy asking for more," she answered.
"Don't kid yourself, darling, I get just as much as you do from everything we experience together, so tell me," he encouraged.
"I want the same, Killian, I want to watch you pleasure yourself, while I touch myself," she said with confidence, no blush coloring her cheeks now.
"I love it when you tell me exactly what you want," he exalted, leaning in to catch her lips with his own, "you're a bloody minx," he murmured against her soft mouth. He pressed one last kiss to her mouth, then waited for her to lead, as always.
She leaned back, slightly angled against the headboard, legs splayed and bent at the knees then patted the space between her legs for him. "Get comfortable," she coaxed, she reached over into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube.
He crawled over her, kneeling between her legs, his cock still firmly in his grasp. She reached out for his hand and poured some of the liquid into his palm. He immediately took himself back in hand and coated his length base to tip.
She looked him right in the eyes, "You look fucking amazing like that, and this is what I will think of anytime I'm by myself and craving you," she told him, she grabbed her left breast, kneading and tweaking, and slid her other hand down her lithe frame, until she reached her core, then she spread herself open for him, "this is what you do to me, Killian," she was soaked for him, she passed her fingers through her wetness and brought them to her clit massaging in a circular motion.
He drew in a ragged breath watching, transfixed on her pliant heat as he started to slowly pump himself, up and down, the slick slide of the lubricant a godsend without her natural essence to coat him. "Fuck, Emma don't stop," he commanded.
She watched as he slowly worked himself, taking a moment at the end of each stroke to caress his thumb over his head, every now and then stopping to massage his balls. She couldn't get enough of him, eyes wide open focused on his movements, the set of his jaw, the sinew of his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths, his hooked arm pressed firmly against his tightened abdomen, the muscles working in his forearm to pleasure himself, and of course his glorious cock gliding in and out of his hand.
She let go of her breast and brought her left hand down to her folds spreading herself, then she slid her right hand down to her opening where she eased two fingers inside of herself, "Oh," she cried out at the sensation, not realizing how much she craved that penetration. Still splayed wide open for him, she deftly inserted a third finger, riding her hand,along with the grind of her palm against her clit providing the perfect amount of pleasure. She writhed under her own ministrations.
He continued pumping into his hand knowing there was no way he looked as erotic as she did. He wasn't going to make it much longer, the sight of her folds spread wide open while she fucked her fingers sent heat shooting low in his belly, "Gods above lass, you look absolutely debauched, fucking marvelous," his tone lascivious.
"Killian, I won't last much longer, watching you work your cock for me, like you're fucking me, mmmmm," she gasped, "please tell me you're ready to come."
He was almost to the point where speed, rhythm, and pressure were key, where primal nature took over finesse. "Where, love? Where do you want me to come," he asked, his words stumbling, as his brain tried to work through pleasure and concentration.
"Anywhere," she whispered, "anywhere you want."
He brought his eyes up from watching her hands, "Emma."
She was still fixated on his movements, the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of his hand mesmerizing her as she timed the thrust of her fingers to thrust of his hips.
"Emma," he repeated, "are you sure, love?"
She looked up into his captivating eyes and nodded her head, "Anywhere."
"Gods, Swan, you'll be the death of me yet," he spoke, picking up his pace, stroking himself and watching as she continued to bring herself closer to the edge.
All that could be heard in the room for the next several moments were the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and wetness, and soft moans of carnal pleasure. Each transfixed on their lover's plight to bring their self to completion.
"Killian," Emma keened loudly as her walls began to flutter, "come with me."
He let out a shout as his climax hit, his hook connecting with the headboard as he skillfully stroked himself through a powerful orgasm, coating her belly in ribbons of his warm seed. He continued to softly caress his length, while he watched her bring herself through her climax.
Watching his release, and feeling it hit her skin brought Emma wildly over that edge, fingers thrust to the hilt, palm grinding against her clit, unintelligible moans and whimpers leaving her mouth, between heavy pants for breath. She watched him continue a gentle stroke up and down his shaft as she let the aftershocks wash through her.
"That was-" he started
"Fucking hot," Emma finished, "and so not a one time thing."
"Aye love, as much as I love being inside you, there is something awe inspiring about watching, and being watched," he added.
He lowered himself down to her, there bodies meeting, sticky mess be damned and kissed her as if they hadn't spent the last hours engaging in each other's company, "This was something I never knew I wanted to try."
"I didn't know I wanted to either, your story just got me so worked up I couldn't help myself," she shrugged with a sheepish smile.
"Oh, it may be a story for now, but I fully intend to make it a reality, darling," he smirked lasciviously.
"Promise," she smiled coyly.
"Aye, love, I promise," he answered.