NC-17 - Something to incorporate into your smut! "I'm a very selfish man, love." xx
"What inspired this," Emma barely gets out when he crashes her into their hotel room, bodies pressed tight together, words barely fitting between the way he's kissing her. He doesn't reply, except to growl and hook his hand under her leg, shoving the hem of her dress up her thigh as he backs her into the wall.
He drops his mouth to her neck, kissing and then biting and sucking, leaving a set of marks on her skin. He makes a pleased sound and then travels lower, mouthing at the exposed tops of her breasts. Dropping his hook to her thigh, he yanks her leg up around his hip and presses further into her, rocking his hips. The action makes her dress ride up even further, until the only thing below her waist is her underwear.
She groans and wraps her hands around the back of his neck, clinging tightly. His hand shifts, fumbling with the back of her dress, searching for the zipper. He finds it, yanking it down before his hand moves to the front and he pulls it off her shoulders, exposing her chest. A groan slips out of him when he meets her bra instead of bare skin and he yanks at the straps, shoving the down until they slip off her arms as well and he can push the band down. He descends instantly, rolling one of her breasts against his palm, mouthing wetly at the other. He sucks over her nipple and thumbs at the other, rocking his hips almost violently against her.
"Killian," she gasps, throwing her head back, hitting the wall and not even caring. He responds to his name, shifting up and biting at the curve of her breast, leaving yet another mark. His hand travels down her waist, across her hip, and hooks in the waistband of her panties, tugging at them.
Obligingly, she drops her leg and wriggles out of them, barely managing to step out of one side before he's back, wrapping both her legs around his waist, hook pressing into her ass. At some point he managed to get his pants open, she doesn't know, she must have missed that. His cock slips against her wetness, and god, yes, she's wet, turned on and moaning hotly into his ear.
His hand slips between them, lining himself and then he's there, sliding home in one slow movement. He groans out her name into her shoulder, and grips her waist, pulling her forward and down on him even further. She mewls, completely unashamed of the sound. It feels amazing, her body adjusting to him before she even knows it. Clenching around him, she rocks her hips, trying to encourage him to move.
He doesn't need it; he pulls back out and thrusts in hard, setting a fast pace that has the wall practically shaking under. She cries out his name again, and his hand slips up, tangling in her hair, pulling her head back as he seals his lips over her neck.
"Again," he mutters, voice low and gravelly, and it's the first thing he's said to her since they left the hotel bar. She obliges, shuddering softly at the way just his voice ignites her body.
He growls when she says his name, voice peaking in the middle as he punctuates it with a hard thrust, and presses his tongue against her throat, teeth nudging against her skin.
She feels utterly wanton, dress bunched up at her waist, underwear hanging off of her shoe, hair certainly a huge mess from his fingers. It only adds to the delicious sensation of being fucked into the wall.
"Killian!" She very nearly screams it, which is decidedly not her, but he's hitting that spot inside of her with every thrust, and she can feel herself fluttering, getting so close. She digs her fingers into the collar of his jacket, and fuck, he hasn't even taken his jacket off. He looks sinful, the half-unbuttoned dress shirt and pants that hang open around his hips as he thrusts into her.
"Emma," he grunts into her skin, and releases her hair, gripping at her ass, yanking her down against him harder as his thrusts grow erratic, signaling his own impending release.
She moans and writhes, desperately rocking her hips as she drops a hand from his collar to between her legs. It takes hardly a touch, fingers pressing into her clit, and then she's coming hard with a cry, his name tumbling out of her lips over and over. He gasps, a short sound, and his fingers dig into her skin so hard she'll have bruises later. He makes a few more thrusts, and then stills, open mouth pressing into her shoulder as he comes.
For a long moment, they stay there, tangled together, breathing hard as they come down.
"What was that," she murmurs, breathless as he starts to soften inside of her.
"Oh, I think that was me rightly fucking your brains out, love," he chuckles, still regaining his breath as well.
"Thanks, captain obvious," she says, and he grins, leaning in to kiss her, soft and gentle.
"Didn't you see?" He asks, pulling away only long enough to speak. "The bartender, his eyes were all over you. Gods, Emma, he was practically fucking you in his mind." His lips shift lower, teasing at the sensitive skin from his marks earlier.
"Killian Jones, were you feeling possessive by any chance?" She (very badly) pretends to be surprised, and he laughs, leaning back.
"Oh, I'm a very selfish man, love," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling away from the wall, carrying her over to the bed. He drops her on the covers, and she giggles as she bounces.
"I never would have guessed."