Emma was bending down to pick the clothes lying on the floor of Henry's room, and cursed her son for being so messy. She had asked him to pick up his dirty clothes before leaving for the week at Regina and Robin's place, and of course he didn't. She grabbed the clothes and put them in the laundry basket she was carrying and left her teenager's bedroom and went to look around the apartment to see if there were other things that she could wash.
Her tour over, she walked towards the small laundry room in her apartment, glad that her laundro-mat days were now over. She turned on the water and opened the lid of the washing machine and then poured the amount of soap she needed into the hollow space before her.
As the water kept filling the machine, Emma started to separate the clothes in three piles: white, color and dark. When the piles were done, she started to pick clothes from the color pile and inserted them in the machine. As she kept grabbing the clothes, Killian entered the laundry room wearing his new pair of leather pants, and nothing else. She felt him place himself behind her and instantly felt his arms wrap around her waist as she straightened herself up.
"Good morning love." Killian greeted her as he pecked her neck softly.
"Good morning." She hummed as she let herself succumb to his tender touch and warmth. His fingers starting to play with hem of her shirt until he grazed the skin of her stomach. Emma's breath itch when he held her firmly by the waist with one hand, the other making his way through under her yoga pants and into her underwear, the tip of his calloused fingers caressing her soft curls.
"Killian…" She whined not sure she wanted him to stop or continue. He hummed into her ear, the vibration making her body quiver with want. His teeth were nibbling on her earlobe while his fingers kept going lower and lower teasing her bundle of nerves lightly.
"You're distracting me." Her voice came out breathy and she tried to push him away (she didn't try very hard), but he kept her in place, refusing to let her go.
"You're distracting me as well. I simply came out here to grab a clean shirt, but seeing you bent down like that, makes me want to tear those clothes off and do sinful things to you." He purred into her neck as he pushed his hips on her backside, and she felt the bulge under his pants.
She bit back a moan when he added more pressure on her clit. He slid two fingers through her folds to gather some of the dampness that had gather there and resumed its previous position. He started to move in a circular motion, her wetness making his fingers glide more easily as the pace increased.
Emma leaned forward gripping the edge of the washing machine (the lid still open, and she realizes that she still didn't put all of the clothes in) arching her back when she feels the first signs of her impending release approaching. Just when she's about to come the warmth of his hand is gone and she groans at the loss of his touch.
"Please, I'm so close." She begs him while his mouth kisses the back of her neck and shoulders blades.
"I thought I was distracting you." Emma can feel him smirk over her shoulder and she doesn't know if to hit him or turn around and kiss him senseless. She lets out another groan out of her mouth and pushes her ass backwards, rubbing herself on his erection and she hears him gasp which makes her grin, satisfied that she is the one teasing now.
She turns around so she can face him, and pulls down her pants and underwear as she steps out of them. Wrapping her hands behind his neck, she pulls him in for a searing kiss. Her hands drop down his chest, caressing his pecs covered with hair, following the path down as she reaches his abs. Her hands finally on his pants, she unzips them and her hand instantly goes for his throbbing shaft, encircling her small hand on his member.
"Fuck me Killian. Now." She orders him as she squeezes him under her touch, the action making his thick eyebrows furrow, his mouth opening to let a moan slip out. Killian opened his eyes, dark with lust, staring intently at her as she shimmies his leather pants down.
"Hold on." He commands her his voice thick with arousal. Emma does as she's told and pulls her arms backwards holding herself on the machine behind her while his hands goes under her knees, lifting her legs up and she automatically wraps her legs around his waist. He lifts her up, and drops her down at the edge of the washing machine while Emma reaches down to line his cock to her entrance. Killian pushes his hips forward, the tip making it's way inside her, slowly stretching her.
"Oh yes." Emma sighs out when he's fully inside her, one hand leaving her hold on the machine and going to hold herself on his shoulder instead.
He kisses her the moment he pulls himself almost completely. Angling his hips, he pushes back with force, hitting the perfect spot inside, which makes her cry out with pleasure.
"Right there, don't stop." She moans as he keeps up with the fast pace he had set, until he feels her walls clenching around his cock as she comes with a loud moan, her nails marking his flesh. Emma's body starts to feel numb as she relishes on the aftershocks of her orgasm, and doesn't notice when Killian pulls her down and turns around, and slips inside her from behind.
He resumes the fast and hard pace he had previously set, and grabs a fistful of her hair as he tries to chase down his own climax. Feeling the first signs of his own release his hand goes for her clit, rubbing fast circles wanting her to come with him this time. Her eyes rolls back behind her eyelids when she feels herself come again, at the same time as him, hearing him grunt near her ear.
She feels his body go heavy behind her, both panting heavily as they try to get their bearings back. He finally slips himself out, and grabs a clean towel in the basket on the dryer and cleans himself up before throwing the towel in the dirty pile of clothes while she puts her pants back on.
"Well, this makes laundry more interesting." She grins at him before going back to her initial task.
"Wait until you do the dishes." He tells her with a wink and a firm grab of her butt before leaving the laundry room with a clean shirt.