Thanks for making it this far! As it says on the package...this is a pure drabble fic, and I hope you've enjoyed! There's one more chapter to go after this one, coming soon! -PC
She lies replete on the bed, watching Killian's dark head where it's comfortably buried between her thighs. The room is infused with the smell of sex, which is hardly surprising considering that it's now past five o'clock in the morning and true to Killian's word, they have not slept.
He's licking her in slow, deliberate motions, occasionally pulling her nub between his lips and sucking on it like a lollipop. At this point, her arousal is building slowly, but that's fine with him, and he just enjoys being able to taste and touch her. He can taste his own saltiness on her.
She's showing marks of his passion by now – red love bites on the insides of her thighs, along with stubble abrasion across her breasts and belly. He's delighted at the thought and the sight, even though the marks will be under her clothes.
He's slowly hardening once again, still aroused at the thought of burying himself inside her. He looks up, kissing along Emma's thighs, and she smiles down at him. She's sore, there's no denying it; she feels the twinging ache, swollen and damp, between her legs every time she moves.
She wouldn't dream of asking him to stop.
"Turn over, darling," he whispers. She's trusting him completely by this point, and rolls onto her stomach. Gently, he guides her into position as he kneels, helping her straddle his lap on her knees. He ditched the hook a few hours ago, concerned that he'd get careless, and his handless arm wraps securely around her waist as his hand darts between their bodies.
He eases into her slowly; she's not the only one that's feeling well-used. He is almost over-sensitive; he picked this position for multiple reasons: the intimacy of so much skin touching, the angle allowing him to penetrate deeply without hard movement, and lastly – of course – the ability to touch her, have her wrapped in his arms as he pleases her.
She leans her head back against his shoulder, and he glories in the relaxed smile on her face. A sigh of pleasure escapes her lips as he settles inside her. He feels so unbelievably good; even after their long night together, she still wants him, still delights in the feeling of him in her. He was right, she hadn't signed up for just one night. There is no way just tonight is going to be enough for her.
She's distracted as he begins to move. Very slowly, and it's mainly him flexing those gorgeous stomach and groin muscles. The result is an amazing pulsing feeling, and her eyes flutter closed.
Killian, for his part, slides his hand over her breasts, stomach, and legs – anywhere he can touch her. With her legs spread over his lap, it would be an easy thing to reach down and bring her to climax, but he's in no hurry.
"Does it feel good, love?" he whispers. The shell of her ear is millimeters from his lips, and he nibbles softly.
"Yes…oh god, yes…"
He slows down even more, barely moving, just letting her feel him. "And now?"
She reaches back above her head, caressing his shoulders and drifting her fingers through his hair. She knows what he wants. "Killian, you feel so good like that…"
"You feel so good like this, Emma, so bloody good it hurts…"
"Why did we wait so long?" It's not the first time she's murmured the question tonight. He changes his movements, taking her with actual thrusts now, but still slow and deep. She moans.
He knows exactly why they waited so long, but calling her afraid would not lend itself to the mood. So he settles for a (truthful) dodge.
"We're making up for it now, love."
After that, it's his fingers delving between her legs, circling in time with his thrusts, and when the orgasm comes it's deliciously slow and makes her toes curl as it laps through her and she feels herself milking the length of him. Each time he's made her come it's felt different; he plays her body like a maestro with a Stradivarius.
Killian joins her halfway through, his arm tightening around her waist as he spends himself. The gravelly "Emma" that he groans in her ear adds at least two seconds to her climax.
When they're done, he falls to the side, holding onto her so that they curl together. Through the windows of the cabin, she sees the skies lightening. She feels him softening, and murmurs in protest as he slips out of her. A possessive hand runs down her arm.
"You look spent, love." His statement is accurate. She knows he'll never be the first to admit that for now, he's had enough, so she gives him the out.
"You think we could maybe sleep for a little while?"
Killian chuckles. "I think we might be able to manage that."
He pushes himself up on one elbow and slides off the end of the bed, striding naked around the cabin to turn the lamps down. Even with her body so completely sated, she can admire him, and does.
When he comes back, he pulls the covers up over them as he crawls in with her. Her eyelids are already growing heavy as he spoons himself against her, fitting into her curves perfectly. He's just warm enough to be cozy without sweltering.
She traces her fingers down the arm that's around her waist, laying her hand over his. Normally she'd be running away screaming at the thought of herself sleeping, hand in hand, with a man. But this – this is different, and anyway, running away is far too much effort right now.
"Sleep well, darling," her pirate murmurs. Emma is already there.