It is 9 pm when they reach Ava's apartment. Killian did well with his first time in a car. He mostly looked out the window. He is now looking around her apartment and had just walked out of her bedroom and into the living room, when he sees her sitting on a sofa. He walks up behind her and slowly touches her hair.
"What did my dad say to you?", she questions him. He walks around to join her on the sofa.
"Nothing for you to worry about, love." He moves closer to her, hoping that she wouldn't push him away. She doesn't, and he relaxes; pulling her closer to him. She leans into his arms and lays her head on his shoulder. He winces when she accidently touches his ribs.
She jumps up and she starts to say, "I'm sorry….."
He grabs her hand, before she can say another word, he pulls her into his lap, forcing her to straddle him. Looking into her eyes, he whispers, "no amount of pain could stop me from wanting you in my lap, love." He puts his hand on her back and gently pulls her in for a kiss. She gladly accepts, he deepens the kiss. Their tongues are rushing to explore, moving in time with each other. Her hands are pulling at his shirt, trying to get under it so she can feel his skin. His hand, in her hair, finally getting to run his fingers through it. He gently moves her hair out of the way; to place sweet little kisses on her neck. Breathing in her scent , getting more aggressive with his kisses. She lets out a quiet moan and it spurs him on. He returns to her mouth. He starts to run his hand under her shirt. He wants to feel her under him, "hold on tight.", she obeys, and he flips them over, so he can take control. He looks at her with fire in his eyes, puts his lips, barely touching hers. Breathing in her air.
... and her phone rings.
He looks up, confused, hoping it will stop so he can return to kissing her. "Killian, I need... I need to answer.", she puts her hand on his shoulders and pushes him away. He is trying to raise an objection, but she doesn't listen. She walks back and straddles him once again. And answers her phone.
"Hi, mom…."
He resumes kissing her neck, trying to get her attention. He needs her. He was not using to feeling like this. He had always wanted a woman's touch. But he never needed it. Not even Milah.
"Mom, no…"
He moves his hand from her hip, slowly running it up her sides; under her shirt.
"Yeah, I was about to go to my room."
"I just need to get him set up on the sleeper sofa."
Killian stops his kisses, confused. Had he misread her actions?
"Okay. Yes, I love you too."
"Bye"
She sets the phone down and looks at him, "Will you wait here?" He simply nods. She gets up and walks into her room and closes the door, she places her back to it, "I wish his ribs weren't broken. God, I want him...", as she speaks there is a blue glow over Killian's ribs, unknown to her. She sighs, and goes to quickly wash her face, she runs a brush through her hair and puts it into a ponytail.
She returns to the bedroom and changes into her night clothes. A pair of black shorts, and a tank top. "Killian,", she opens the door, "maybe we shouldn't do anything...". Seeing him standing a few feet away, a wicked smile on his face, she asks, "what?"
"You healed me. I heard you. You said you wanted my ribs to not be broken. ", he tells her. Not moving. "And I heard you say something else. I want you too, love."
In an instant, he moves, and she throws her arms around his neck, jumping up to wrap her legs around him. His hand grips into her ass, lifting her higher. Desperately, they both want and need the same thing. A fire burns deep in her belly. "Are you sure, love?", he seductively purrs into her ear. "What do you desire?"
"You to fuck me, Captain.", she says. Her eyes slowly changing to show her yearning.
The mixture of her saying that word, along with his title, sends him into a frantic state. He grabs her ass and pushes her into her room, and they hit a dresser. He sets her down on it and pulls her shirt off. In a flash, he has her left nipple in his mouth. She is pulling at his jacket and he helps her take it off, never stopping his assault on her breasts. She reaches for the bottom of his shirt and he pulls back allowing her to take the, now, much hated garment off.
Running her hands across his muscular chest; touching the scars that he has gotten throughout his voyages. Tracing his chest hair down his torso, she reaches for his belt; but he roughly grabs her hand. He kneels before her and reaches up, so he can pull her shorts off. She lifts her ass and frees her body from them. Opening her legs, he sees that she has another tattoo. Another piece of art. Extremely high up her inner thigh, hidden from view; except for him. A single beautiful red rose. "Please, tell me that this is for my eyes only?", he places a kiss next to it.
"Yes, he never got a chance to se...", he bites the flesh between her thighs before she finishes her answer. He has a burning need to mark her as his. He sucks and keeps biting. She cries out in pain and pleasure. He stops and licks the spot where a bruise is forming. "Killian...please." He can see the wetness dripping down her cunt, her scent is sweet and intoxicating.
"Legs on shoulders," he orders, and she submits to him. He runs a finger through her brown curls, and slowly dips it inside her. In and out. Her hands tightly grab his hair, a growl leaves his lips, and he buries his head between her legs. Licking, kissing, sucking. He adds another finger, he coils them, so he can rub the hidden pearl inside.
Mewling, she grabs his hair even harder, keeping his head right where she wants it. Her hips buck one last time, her movement causes the few items to fall, crashing onto the floor. The shockwave hits. His name leaves her lips and he quickly licks up her juices.
He stands up, makes quick work of his belt, and kicks his pants off. She is still riding out her wave: when he moves to trap her lips with his. She can taste herself on his lips, he lifts her up; one arm is clinging to his neck, the other is moving his cock to her entrance. With one quick thrust he buries himself in her completely. Her legs hook around his waist. He moves her to a wall, slams her back hard against it. Her hand flies and knocks a frame to the floor, but they are so high with emotions; that the lovers do not notice. He buries his face in her neck, breathing her in. He is pounding into her over and over. Her hands, now on his back, rake the skin and draws blood. His release is coming, with a grunt; he cums inside her.
He keeps her in this spot, peppering loving kisses on her shoulders and neck. They are both panting, their smells mix in the air. From him it's rum, gunpowder, and the ocean. Vanilla, rose, and jasmine from her. Her head drops to his neck and she is crying into it. He carries her to the bed and gently puts her on the sheets. He joins her, pulling her into his arms.
"Shhhhh, love," He kisses her head, "why are you crying? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Or are these happy tears?"
"Yes, happy." He holds her close and allows her to release all her emotions.
(Next day)
Ava rolls to look at the clock; 5am.
She sneaks out of bed to go get her phone. Her body is bruised, and she is sore from last night. But it was worth it. She brings her phone back into the room and puts it on the nightstand. She softly calls out his name. He is on his back, still naked from last night's activities.
"Sleep….", is all he says.
She smiles and straddles him, wiggling her hips. His cock slowly starts to wake up. She wraps her hand around it, his breathing starts to quicken, yet his eyes remain closed. She moves her hand up and down his shaft. He is now almost completely hard. Taking her chance, she lifts herself up and moves him into place, "Killian, I want you.", she slowly sinks on to him And she doesn't move.
His eyes open; his hand reaches out to hold her hips. She slowly starts to move. He looks into her eyes. He is in awe of her. She is riding him, her hands are on her breasts, rubbing; her eyes are now closed. Her pace stays slow, after last night's rough and hard treatment, this is a welcomed moment. He moves his hand to her clit, he starts rubbing it; wanting her to cum.
"You are more beautiful than Amphitrite, Queen of the Sea.", he whispers.
She opens her eyes, they are bluer than the tropical seas, "that makes you, Poseidon."
Her pace quickens. His touches are bringing her close to the edge. He moves faster, hoping to make her climax with him. Her moment arrives a few seconds before his. He spills inside again.
"You are incredible.", he tells her. She smiles, lifts herself up and removes him. She lays down; his arms wrapping around her. She is happy and peaceful.
He asks about her past lovers. She only had one, the one that had hurt her. She tells him that it was all about him. She never got her release. The thought that he was the first, and hopefully last, person to give her pleasure excited him.
She asked about his. He goes silent for a moment, "I have had many. I do not know the number. I never counted. I can tell you that I have only ever kneeled before one other woman.", he sighs. "Milah was the only one that ever got me to remain faithful."
She looks at his tattoo, a dagger through a red heart with a vine wrapped around it, and her name. She kisses it. "I am truly sorry for what you had to go through. That is something you never get over. I know it isn't the same but seeing Mark get sick, seeing him in such pain, for years... I don't think I will ever be okay with having to watch someone die."
He kisses her head, "Aye, that is not an easy thing to deal with. But time goes on, and soon you find out that you have gotten through it. I still need to finish what I have started." At this moment, a thought hit him, somehow, he had fallen in love with her.
