Prompt: Post-coital idea (you can also write the "pre" one, I won't complain) Emma is lying on her stomach and Killian's exploring her whole back, down to her behind - basically some anal kink without him having to stick, well, HIM up her ass (though that can also happen but whatever). Just her showing him that she's all his and that she's comfortable with him, that she trusts him enough to give ALL of her to him. Only if you're comfortable with it though.
Please never stop.
Never stop.
Emma was falling through her blanked out mind, her muscles cramped and her skin tingled with waves of hot and cold. Behind her, Killian's hips were driving back and forth in a slightly irregular pace that was almost excruciating.
Rolling and twisting, his erection pressed ever deeper inside till she was sure she could take no more. Each shift of his hips ignited a new sensation as he explored her body in the most intimate way.
Don't stop.
She balled the cool fabric of the cotton sheet beneath her damp fingers, digging her knees into the mattress as she keened into his body - he was holding her hips in place.
But her arms were shaking.
She was near.
Her knees slid apart as the flickering heat in her stomach tightened and twisted.
Splayed on the bed, he sank his body onto hers, whispering filthy things in her ear as he took her to the point of no return. Giving no respite to her soft panting cries and shaking breath.
Then stars and blackness came and whisked away the world. Just him and her, his lips on her shoulder as he joined her - tightening his fingers in her hair - pausing and shuddering
At some point she realised he had came to lie beside her. Hand still in her hair, his lips brushing against her bare shoulder as a smile bloomed on her pink lips - accenting her flushed cheeks.
She shifted to face him, her body still exhausted and almost immobile: limbs and muscles aching in satisfaction.
He moved his kisses to her cheek and she giggled lightly when his scruff tickled her skin, tilting her face to press a small kiss to his lips before he continued his exploration.
Trailing fingers wandered along the small bones of her spine, drawing curves and massaging each vertebrae in turn then drawing along the indentations of her ribcage, briefly brushing against the sides of her body and her just visible breast, before continuing their journey.
She sighed.
His touch was so wonderful. He loved to cherish her; he had told her many times. Killian never seemed to tire of exploring the curves and arches of her body with the upmost dedication.
Reaching her buttocks, his hand felt especially warm against its skin, which had cooled from the exposure to the autumn temperature of the room.
He moved closer, kneading the flesh, his hip pressed against hers, his cock again hardening, her stomach already starting to tingle in anticipation.
Circling each cheek, he drew her earlobe into his mouth and tugged it gently between his teeth. He growled in protest, the fingers of her left arm curving to seek out his burgeoning erection and claiming it for her own.
She pressed her palm against him, enjoying how firm and warm and velvety soft he was becoming.
Then he was nuzzling into her neck and his fingers were sliding into the cleft between her buttocks and she bit her lip as they stroked and moved- tensing up a little at the unexpected intrusion.
"Do you trust me?" he whispered, voice full of passionate need as he slid his handless arm under her stomach.
And she did. So she nodded, raising up her ass a little in a gesture of welcome to his touch.
His warm hand was gentle, carefully massaging her opening until her muscles slackened a little and her heartbeat slowed.
"I can stop…" he began.
The pressure between her legs was rising. She began to rock her hand around him. He swore softly into her hair.
"No - go on. I'm yours Killian. All yours."
She could just make out the way his eyes widened in the darkening room before his hand reached around to cup her and draw the growing wetness of her cunt backwards.
A single finger circled. Her heart beat a little faster - she held him tighter, moved a little quicker.
He was pressing now, her body protesting.
"Relax," he soothed, kissing her forehead and tilting his hips into her hand.
So she tried. Lifting herself back to him, she brought her free hand down to touch herself, circling her clit, when just the tip of his finger eased inside - eliciting a soft gasp and a quickening of breath.
A moment to adjust. He pressed a little deeper. She heard his groan of pleasure.
It felt wrong and a little uncomfortable. But she wanted to show him that he owned all of her. Every part.
"Mine…" he muttered.
"Yours," she echoed, slipping a finger inside herself, she pushed back again and he pressed deeper, up to a knuckle, rippling his finger and moaning.
"So hot and tight…"
And she was hot. Her thumb was on her clit. Now two fingers stretching her walls, him exploring her ass. It was almost overwhelming.
"Killian," she whispered, as he rocked deeper insider her. So foreign and strange an intrusion, yet so erotic… Pleasure was blooming. Her initial discomfort was fading as a second orgasm built.
Pumping her hand faster, she curved her fingers to that spot inside that always brought stars to her eyes.
"Killian," she repeated. This time louder, higher pitched.
It was too much to bare.
"Emma," he panted, voice cracking as he came - the sound of his pleasure hastening her own, her body exploding into bright sparks quickly chased by ice cold chills.
Loosening his grasp, he tugged her close, cupping her body with his, warming her and loving her.
"My love," he whispered, lost in the blissful moment.
"And mine," she sighed,
