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Okay, I know this story has a lot of smut in it but I warned you at the beginning. Emma tries desperately to deny her feelings for him and bury them by having wild sex with him. Just thought I'll point that out again. But don't worry they will talk eventually. :-)
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Chapter 11
Emma leaned back in the chair, closing her eyes for a second, reveling in the utter silence surrounding her. If she was honest with herself she could stay here for a few weeks. Forget the reality. Live in paradise where nothing could disturb the peace, where everything was perfect.
But it wasn't real. Her walls wouldn't just disappear, her trust issues were still as prominent as ever, this week with Killian bringing them even closer to the surface after she had buried them for so long, almost forgot about them.
But he had apparently sensed her growing unease, reading her, knowing better than she what she needed most.
Sighing softly, she opened her eyes, tilting her head to take a look at the clock. Killian had left shortly after lunch, telling her she should feel free to peruse his library. He would give her some space for a few hours and he would go being lazy on the other side of the island.
She had taken a look at his book collection, letting out a soft chuckle as her eyes had fallen on a copy of Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice', wondering if he had actually read it or if he had lied to her and was actually bringing women to his island regularly.
Her back stiffened as she thought of Killian with other women, fucking their way through the bungalow. She cursed loudly, shaking her head angrily. He hadn't been lying to her when he told her she was the first woman he brought here. She would have seen it if he would have lied. Not to mention that she had no right to be jealous. She couldn't be with him. This stolen week was all they could ever have and their time was running out and she didn't want to waste anymore of their time.
Throwing the book on the chair, she jumped up, shoving her feet into flip-flops, not wanting to lose any time by stopping at the water buckets to wet her feet.
She found him like he had told her, on the other side of the island, lying in a hammock. She bent down and took the flip-flops in her hand, approaching him silently, hoping she could surprise him.
Peeking in carefully, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she saw him lying on his back, his mouth half open, one of his hands hanging over the hammock. She couldn't see his eyes behind his shades but he didn't move, didn't react to her presence in any way and she climbed slowly into the hammock, snuggling against his chest, hoping the ropes with which the hammock was secured to two palm trees would carry them both.
The inevitable rocking motion woke him up with a start, the swaying intensified and his hand fell from the edge, his arm tightening around her, pressing her into his body.
"Wow, what are you doing?"
"Joining you." Emma replied, letting her fingers follow the fine trail of hair down his stomach.
"You do realize that we can't do it in here, don't you?" Killian chuckled, raising one eyebrow.
"Why not?" Emma slipped her hand under his swim trunks, grinning mischievously as he groaned, growing under her hand. "You still owe me sex on the beach."
"But not in here." Killian grabbed her hand and stilled it. "I don't want to end up with a broken penis when we tumble out of the hammock."
"Won't happen."
Emma leaned forward, crushing her lips on his and like always he didn't resist her for long, his hand coming up to her head, his fingers cradling her cheek as he kissed her back hungrily.
She let one leg slip over his thigh, trying to come to lie atop of him, forgetting for a second where they were, her movement causing the hammock to flip and she already expected the hard contact with the ground as his arms tightened around her and she hoped he wouldn't break his hand or arm when she would land on them but somehow he managed to flip them around on the short distance and it was he who hit the ground with a loud thud, his breath whooshing out of him and she scrambled off him immediately, slumping down on the sand beside him, eying him warily.
"You okay?"
The shades had been flown of his nose, his eyes staring straight up into the sky without blinking and she grabbed his arm and shook him.
"Killian?"
Finally he closed his eyes for a second and opened them again, tilting his head to meet her gaze.
"I'm fine. You just knocked the breath out of me."
"Good." Emma said, letting out a relieved breath.
His mouth tilted up into a lopsided grin, his hand grabbing her wrist and pulling it out under her so that she crashed into him, his fingers closing around her jaw, holding her head in place as he said mockingly.
"Can I say 'I told you so' now?"
Emma jutted out her bottom lip, letting her eyelids flutter as she said in a pouting voice. "But you promised me sex on the beach."
"Fine. Then let's have it. You won't stop pestering me anyway until you'll get it."
He jumped to his feet and pulled her off the ground, shoving his swim trunks down his legs and before she could admire his nakedness in broad daylight and enjoy his already hardening cock, he drew her against his chest, his length pressing hard into her stomach, his fingers digging into her ass and hauling her up, securing her legs around his waist before he started to walk a few feet into the brush, sitting down on a hanging chair, his fingers already opening her bikini top, letting it fall to the ground a moment later, his mouth capturing one of her nipples and working it over roughly.
She let out a deep moan, bending her knees further on either side of him, rubbing her core over his arousal as she leaned back, her nipple popping out of his mouth and before he could say anything she pressed her lips on his, her tongue darting into his mouth, the kiss only lasting seconds before she nibbled her way along his jaw to his ear.
"That's not really the beach." She growled, closing her teeth around his earlobe and tugging hard.
"Don't be so impatient, woman. We are just getting started."
He unfastened the strings of her bikini panties, pulling them away, positioning himself instantly and pushing into her with one swift move of his hips, reaching for her breasts and kneading them as he rocked back and forth.
"Still not the beach." Emma panted.
"You are annoying." Killian rasped, wrapping his arms around her and standing up, he wandered back to the beach, reaching for the towel that was still tangled into the hammock and pulling it free before he let go off her and slipped out of her.
Shaking the towel out, he spread it out on the sand, pointing with a finger towards it, his voice harsh with hardly restrained need.
"On your knees, woman."
She dropped down instantly, feeling his knee brushing along her side as he lowered himself on one knee and aligned himself behind her, his thick head rubbing over her a few times, making her whole body quiver before he finally slammed back into her, burying himself deep in her with each thrust.
"Is this what you wanted, Emma?"
She wanted to deny it, wanted to tell him that she was bored out of her mind because she didn't want to admit that he fulfilled all her deepest and dirtiest fantasies.
"Are you now satisfied?" He asked, hitting her at a different angle before he slipped out and stopped, waiting for her answer.
"Yes." She moaned, rocking her hips back. "Oh my God. Yes."
He pushed forward again, his thrusts getting faster and faster. Sweat was dripping from his body on hers, their slick skin clashing together, over and over again, sucking sounds reverberating in the air around them every time he pulled back, his skin sticking to hers for a moment with every plunge.
His hand pressed suddenly against her back between her shoulder blades, his hoarse voice reaching her ear as he commanded. "Lay down, love."
She dropped to the ground, stretching her legs, feeling him still deep in her as he followed her.
"Cross your ankles."
The action made her even tighter and he groaned, a guttural growl deep in his throat, as he fell forward, catching himself on his forearms, hammering into her over and over again.
"Come on, Emma."
They were both soaked in sweat by now, her hair was plastered against her neck and she felt his mouth on her shoulder, his tongue flicking against her skin.
"Come on."
His teeth dug into her flesh, his mouth sucking hard, his cock still plunging relentlessly into her and the orgasm slammed into her, stealing her breath away, her walls cramping around him, gripping him hard and he let out a hoarse growl, emptying himself in her with hot spurts as her walls were still fluttering around him and when he crashed down on her, pressing her deeper into the sand, his harsh breaths brushing over her skin, she actually smiled.
This was how sex on the beach should look like. Exactly like that.
