Tumblr prompt: Emma confesses a certain 'fetish' to Killian that she wants to watch him masturbate.
"Are you shy?" she teased.
"No," he began, his head rolling to one side, "It's just, this is-"
"What pirate - you can't handle a little bit of kink."
Arching an eyebrow, he brought his lips close to her ear, "Oh, I certainly can love-"
"So do it," she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders, "For me."
She punctuated her sentence by rolling her hips into his. Catching them between his handless arm and stump, he thrust into her body - his cock rutting against her stomach as she caught his lips in a burning kiss.
"Fine," he groaned into her mouth, "You win."
"Good," she smiled, looking up at him through her thick, dark lashes.
She stepped back, pursing her lips as he walked over to the bed, undoing his new and still unfamiliar jeans and tugging off his shirt and underwear until he stood quietly, blushing a little under her eager gaze. "How do you want-"
"Lie down," she ordered, gesturing her head to bed behind him.
Cautiously he stepped backwards, lowering himself to the mattress while she stepped closer, shedding her own jeans and shirt to reveal the barest of white lace bras and matching underwear.
"Swan-" he began, hoarsely clearing his throat and reaching out a hand.
Shaking her head, she clucked her tongue. "You know what I want."
He held her gaze for a moment, then his lids sunk closed and he pushed his tongue into the side of his cheek.
She was serious.
His cock was stiff and ready as he reached down between his legs.
"Go on," she urged.
Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around his length, tightening his grasp, feeling her eyes upon him even though his own were closed.
He was throbbing with need. All he wanted was to bury himself inside her, let her hot cunt swallow him whole and feel her firm, lithe body pressed against his-
His hips began to rock into his palm, groaning lightly with each delicious stroke. It could never compare to her, but picturing Emma Swan, naked and writhing beneath him, was a poor substitute he had utilised on occasion.
Pressing harder, his hand began to move in time with the roll of his hips.
Yes. He could almost imagine her wet, tightness wrapping around him, pressing him, working his cock so expertly.
"Mmmmm…"
He opened his eyes.
Emma was sat next to the bed on her small, dressing table stool. One hand held her body steady as the other had slipped into her underwear.
"Keep going," she panted.
He obeyed, but kept his eyes on her.
She was licking her lips and pressing her hips into the stool as her hand dropped lower.
He imagined those fingers dipping into the cunt, curving around inside in just the way he knew she liked.
Fuck.
Rocking his hand faster, he spread his legs a little wider, giving his thrusts more traction.
Her mouth was open now. She removed her hand from her panties and ran her tongue leisurely along her forefinger, all the time watching him through narrowed eyes.
A painful grunt escaped his mouth.
Gods she would be the death of him.
Her hand retuned to its task, the other pulling down the soft cups of her bra to expose her breasts to him. A shot of heat rushed to his cock and he felt it tighten almost unbearably. He was rock solid beneath his fingers now, his hand moving quickly, the sound of slapping skin filling the room.
Two fingers encircled a nipple while she quickly slid off her panties, using her feet to push them down to the floor.
His eyes widened. He held himself tighter. The veins in his neck were standing out, his breathing fast and thick.
She was glistening: divine pink wetness that he craved to feel again.
Her chest was rising and falling quickly. Her breasts swaying a little as she twisted her hips and pushed a finger inside herself, swirling her thumb around her clit - his eyes locked on her cunt, imagining it's delicious warmth as he felt his release build.
It was almost painful. His need for her overwhelming him while he watched her play with herself - saw the way her eyes flickered closed and her tongue darted over her lips.
"Oh, Emma…"
"Come for me Killian," she begged as her hips sunk lower on the stool and her knees parted a little wider.
"God-" he cried.
She pushed in another finger and sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth.
She looked so debauched and wanton. He had never desired her more than that instant when his restraint crumbled, and he came in hot bursts over his stomach. A hazy fog of satisfaction gathered over him, only disturbed when he heard her cry out, jolting his head to watch the ecstasy flash over her face as he reached her own release.
He paused a second, catching his breath, before quickly stepping off the bed and pulling her limp form against him, his liquid release coating their bodies as he consumed her in a deep kiss.
"That was torture Swan…" he whispered into her hair.
"I loved it," she replied, her tongue running over his earlobe and hands exploring his back, "Seeing you pleasure yourself, make yourself come… It was hot."
"Well then it was worth it. But now I want you," he growled.
"Already?" she asked in surprise.
He looked down at her, sheepishly, a boyish blush to his cheeks, "Well, perhaps I need a little longer in that department, but there are other ways I can ravish you while we wait," he replied with a wink.
"Ravish away, pirate," she laughed as he pulled her to the bed, "Ravish away."
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