Because you're all amazing (thank you so much for all your reviews, they made me grin like an idiot), and because you all seem eager to read this chapter, I managed to get this out faster than usual. :-)

Oh, and there is not much talking in this chapter. Their tongues are way too occupied with other things than speaking. ;-)

Chapter 11

His heart was hammering in his chest as he stood in front of her door, his fingers hovering over the door bell, his erection straining against his pants. He felt like a horny teenager. But God ... it felt as if he'd been in constant arousal since the day he almost kissed her in the snow. Either he dreamed of her, waking up rock hard, unable to go to sleep before he jerked off, or he caught himself on his way to her apartment door, the desire to be with her again so great that he'd stood at her door more than once over the last few weeks, contemplating if he shouldn't just ring the bell and see what happened, wondering if she would slam the door in his face, or invite him in.

But now she had invited him, and maybe he'd rushed over here too hastily. Maybe she'd just meant it as a joke; maybe it was just part of their usual sexual banter. But he wanted her so much that he didn't even think for one second she could be joking when he'd answered her message.

He almost chickened out. But what if she really meant it, and he didn't show up. No ... he needed to see this through. Either he had an amazing night in front of him, or he would end up taking matters into his own hands again. But he would ring that damn bell.

It took Emma way too long for his liking to get to the door, and he already started to worry again if she was ignoring the ringing of the bell because she didn't really want him, or maybe she hadn't heard him, or maybe ...

When the door opened he almost let out a relieved sigh, but when his eyes fell on her all the air was sucked out of his lungs, and he couldn't make a sound. Her hair was a mess, her face free of any make-up, her pants and shirt had seen better days and ... she'd never been more beautiful than right now.

"God, Swan. I need you," he rasped, stepping into her apartment, waiting for her to push him out again, hoping she wouldn't. But she just stared at him, and then her tongue darted out and she licked her lips. He had to hold himself back to not close the gap between them, and rip the clothes off her body. "I ... the last weeks were torture. Texting with you, but not being able to see you or touch you, imagining how your skin would feel like under my fingers, how amazing you would feel wrapped around me. Because I remember every goddamn second of our night together, and I want you."

Every fiber in his body was vibrating with need, his cock felt as if it would explode any moment, but he waited. Waited for her to say something, to do something. Seconds felt like minutes, and he already thought she wouldn't say anything as she finally spoke, "I want you too."

He was in front of her in a blink of an eye, his hands cupping her face and pulling her head upwards until their lips were almost touching.

"Just to clarify one thing beforehand," he breathed, rocking his hips forward to let her feel how much he wanted her, needed her. "Are you going to throw me out again afterwards?"

"Depends on your performance," she replied, her hands slipping into his pants and grabbing his ass. "If you're doing okay, I might be persuaded to let you stay for breakfast."

"I'll show you okay," he growled, pressing his lips hard against hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth, and the moment her hand wandered from his ass forward to wrap around his cock, he lost every thread of control.

He pulled her shirt over her head, not caring that he heard fabric ripping, his hands already busy with kneading her breasts, her hard nipples burning holes in his palms. He kissed his way down her throat, sucking one nipple into his mouth while he shoved her pants down her legs. Reluctantly he let go of her nipple, and kneeled down in front of her.

"Let's see how dry you really are."

He threw one of her legs over his shoulder and dove in, letting out a growl of satisfaction as his tongue lapped through her already soaking wet flesh. He couldn't even give her a gloating remark; he could just flick his tongue against her clit, her taste making him delirious as he alternated between pushing inside of her, and suckling at her sensitive nub.

"God, Killian. More. I need ..." She moaned when he pushed two fingers into her tight sheath, curling them to find the right spot deep inside of her. "Yes, oh my God, yes."

He pushed her over the edge moments later, her walls fluttering around his fingers as she came, her fingers fisted in his hair as she pressed his head against her core, as if she wanted to feel his mouth on her forever.

He flicked his tongue one last time over her clit before he pulled her leg off his shoulder and leaned back, licking his lips as he looked up at her. "Definitely not dry anymore."

She didn't answer him, just held her hand out and waited for him to take it, pulling him towards her bedroom, and pushing him on the mattress. His pants and shirt were gone seconds later, her hot mouth licking a path down his chest, her hair tickling his skin. She stopped shy of his erection, her eyes searching his before she flicked her tongue over the tip, her lips tilting up into a satisfied smirk when his cock jerked up, apparently eager to thrust into her mouth.

"What do you think you're doing down there?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow.

"Returning the favor," she replied, her hand closing around him and squeezing gently.

"Turn around, love," he rasped, throwing her a lopsided smile as she raised her eyebrows in question. "We don't want you to get dry again, do we?"

She grinned up at him, her hand leaving his cock as she scrambled up and turned around. Her mouth closed around him, licking and sucking, nearly driving him mad with need, and he pulled her hips down, burying his face between her legs to give her as good as he was getting.

His hips were bucking upwards, his cock throbbing painfully when she released him. He already wanted to protest, his tongue pushing frantically inside of her to coax her into wrapping her lips around him again, but then he felt her fingers slipping the condom over his length and he let his head fall back, her arousal coating his lips, making him want her even more.

He didn't have to wait long because Emma seemed as eager as he, straddling him moments later, and then he slipped finally inside of her again, the breath hitching in his throat as her tight sheath stretched to accommodate him.

"Wet enough for you?"

His eyes fluttered open at her teasing question, and his fingers dug into her hips as she started to ride him.

"God, Emma. You feel amazing."

He was already so damn close that he needed to grit his teeth to not come already after a few swirls of her hips, but apparently she was also impatient. She bent forward to meet his lips for a hungry kiss before she leaned back again, riding him harder.

His fingers found her clit, teasing her sensitive spot until the movements of her hips stuttered, and stars appeared in front of his eyes with the effort to hold back until she came. He almost didn't manage it, but the moment his balls tightened her walls contracted around him, and he came with a shout, his fingers probably leaving bruises behind as his hips jerked up, her walls milking him dry.

She collapsed atop of him afterwards, and he was hardly able to help her down and discard the used condom before he slumped back into the mattress.

He might have drifted off a little, waking up to her wandering fingers, feeling her lips kiss a path down his chest. But he didn't want her mouth so far away, and he grabbed her arms and pulled her up until she was lying atop of him before he rolled them over.

Pushing her legs apart, he grinded against her while he devoured her mouth with his tongue, her fingers tracing over his ass, and he leaned back with a groan, reaching for another condom.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he positioned himself, and he held her gaze as he pushed inside of her, going slowly this time, savoring the feel of sliding inside of her inch by inch.

Her eyes fluttered shut when he was balls deep inside of her, but he wanted to see her eyes this time. It was light enough in her room that he could see her, and somehow he needed her to look him in the eyes.

"Look at me," he rasped, thrusting slowly in and out of her. "Emma?"

Her eyes opened then, finding his. He kept the slow pace, watching her, remembering every small detail. The way her eyes widened when he changed the angle of his thrusts. The hitch of her breath when he plunged hard into her. The way her legs tightened around his waist as she got closer and closer. And then she was there, her mouth falling open on a silent moan, her eyes falling shut, her back arching from the mattress as he kept thrusting into her, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible before he let himself fall.

She snuggled into his side afterwards, her hand resting on his chest, her leg tangled with his.

"So ..." he said softly, his fingers threading through her hair. "Was the performance to your entire satisfaction?"

"Not sure," she mumbled against his skin, shifting slightly. "Might have to reevaluate it in a few hours ... after I got some sleep."

"Do you want a repeat performance in the morning?" he asked teasingly, feeling her mouth curl up against his chest.

"If you want to stay for breakfast ..." Her hand snaked down, her fingers ghosting over his flaccid cock, giving it a taunting pat. "You should probably show me that you deserve it."

"You little minx," he breathed, reaching down to wrap his hand around hers, and pull it up on his chest. As much as he would like to bury himself in her again, they were both exhausted and needed sleep. Tightening his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her closer, so that she was half draped over him, his lips brushing over her forehead as he whispered, "Good night, Swan."

"Good night, Jones."