Chapter 13.
Emily woke in the middle of the night, hot. She was still dressed in her jumper and leggings and Hotch's body pressed into hers was like a furnace. She climbed out of bed gently, trying not to wake him and slipped into the bathroom. Having a glass of water from the sink she went to the bathroom and swallowed another glass of water. Yawning she returned to the room, still lit by the flickering TV and looked at the sleeping Hotch. His face was peaceful in sleep, jaw slackened, his eyes twitching beneath the lids. She smiled softly and took off her jumper and leggings, folding them neatly in imitation of his she stretched her naked form and watched him for a moment.
She switched the TV off and climbed back into bed. The crisp hotel sheets felt great against her skin and she wriggled slightly, getting comfortable. She felt a hand creep onto her hip as Hotch instinctively pulled her closer. Emily fell easily back to sleep.
Hotch woke early, the sunrise filtering through the small hotel window. In the soft orange light of morning, he noted that the TV had been switched off and saw a new pile of clothing on his own. Turning his blurry eyes to Emily next to him he saw her naked skin and smiled. His hand was on her waist and he gently pressed his body into hers. Her body was warm against his and he could feel the sear of her skin beneath his clothing. His groin twitched.
He reached up and brushed the hair away from her face and smiled. Her face was gentle in sleep, her eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks. She sighed softly and shifted her weight back into his form. Leaning down he pressed his lips against her neck tenderly trailing them softly up to her ear. She sighed again and a small moan left her lips as she woke up.
"morning" He whispered in her ear, pressing his fingers lightly into her hip. "what time is it?" She groaned softly, brushing her hips against his groin, feeling him grow slowly harder.
"Just before six" He answered, nipping her earlobe and sliding his hand up her waist to encircle her breast.
"And what time do we have to leave" She asked, moaning lightly as he rolled a nipple between his fingers. Involuntarily she ground her hips further back, pressing into his body.
"When we're ready" he answered, burying his face in her neck and rocking his hips into hers. Emily turned her head and captured his lips with hers, kissing him deeply. She rolled onto her back and slid her hand up his neck to the back of his head. He made slow, lazy circles down her abdomen as she broke the kiss and looked him in the eye
"I'm not ready yet" Hotch whispered, kissing along her jaw, running his hands across her body, making her skin crackle beneath his fingers.
Slipping his hand between her legs he found her wet and warm.
"But you're ready" He grinned as she arched into the contact and inhaled. Circling her clit casually with one finger he continued kissing down her neck, shifting his body on top of hers and pulling the covers around them. Randomly kissing her neck and jaw he kept his touches feather-light against her as she bucked slightly into his fingers.
"you have the softest skin" He whispered into her ear, trailing his other hand down her ribcage, making her squirm. Emily grabbed the lower hem of his shirt and pulled it over his shoulders, briefly severing the connection his fingers had between her legs. She bent her legs, making his hips settle between hers, feeling the scratch of his boxer elastic on the inside of her thighs. Hotch leaned most of his weight on his arms on either side of her, not wanting to crush her beneath him, but her hands scratched down his back and pulled him into her, kissing him.
He rolled off her and Emily whined at the loss of contact. He pushed his underwear off quickly and rolled her away from him on her side. Running his hand down her waist he reached around her and settled his hand back between her legs, resuming his light strokes. Emily arched her back, pushing her ass into his groin, feeling his cock press into her – hard and hot. She reached behind her and grabbed him, guiding him between her legs. He thrust gently, coating his shaft in her juices and he groaned.
"You're so fucking wet for me" he whispered in her ear, nipping the lobe. "Touch yourself" he grabbed her hand and guided it between her legs, covering it with his. Emily skated her fingers across her clit, establishing a quick dexterous rhythm with a practised hand.
He left her playing with herself and gently pushed her legs apart. Lining himself up with her entry he filled her to the hilt with a soft sigh. Pushing as deep in her as he could Aaron buried his face in the nape of her neck and kissed her skin as she moaned.
Emily stretched her body, grinding herself back on him as she continued stroking herself. Hotch grabbed her by the hip and started slowly thrusting into her, pulling her body into his, trying to touch and feel as much of her skin as he could. Beneath the covers, her skin was warm and slick with sweat.
Emily turned her head over her shoulder and caught his lips in a kiss. Her breath came quicker as she rolled her hips into his thrusts, matching his rhythm, as she felt the heat pool in her belly. She grabbed his hand suddenly and pulled it between her legs
"Touch me" She whispered, dragging her hand up to her mouth, tasting herself. He captured her lips quickly and tasted the sweetness on her tongue. He pressed harder on her clit, rubbing his fingers in wide circles, feeling her respond and thrust back onto him. Picking up his own pace he thrust into her with long deep strokes, feeling her grip him and spasm around him.
Her breath came in quicker gasps now, her rhythm more erratic as she approached orgasm. Speeding up his thrusts he heard only the blood pounding in his ears and the slick smack of skin on skin.
She came on him, hard, her whole body stiffening as she let out a cry. He pulled her closer, pressing his lips into her neck as he felt her pulse quicken.
She rolled backwards, forcing him onto his back as he slipped out of her wet folds. Quickly she straddled over him and lowered herself onto him, the covers falling off her shoulders and pooling around their hips.
The morning light was orange in the room and he stared up at her. Her skin was glowing and shining in the light, breasts upturned with stiffed peaked nipples. Her hair was messy from sleep, and she tilted her head down to meet his gaze and smiled.
"What?" She asked curiously when she saw the intensity of his gaze. In truth, he didn't have an answer, just that this vision of her, smiling and flushed on top of him had seared itself into his brain.
Sitting up and wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her as she crossed her legs behind his back.
"You look beautiful" He murmured into her kiss as she started again rolling her hips in a gentle rhythm. Twisting her hands in his hair she tilted his head back further and kissed his neck, the morning stubble of his jaw. Moving her lips to his ear she let out a moan.
"You feel so fucking good" She groaned in his ear as his grip on her skin tightened, pulling her down harder on him, raising herself further off him with each deep thrust. She noted that his fingers had tightened on her when she spoke and she leaned closer to him
"you like this? You like the way I feel when I'm coming on your cock" she whispered, a grin on her face. His hands travelled to her ass and grabbed it tightly. He controlled their motion, almost slamming her down onto him as he latched his teeth onto her collarbone. He thrust up into her harder, faster, pressing his chest into hers, feeling their skin slip together
"Aaron cum with me" She moaned, feeling herself grow closer, and he responded with a growl, quickening his pace again. Emily arched her back as she came and he held her tightly. He came with a lengthy moan and pulled her mouth onto his, flooding her.
She smiled against his lips "good morning" she said. He ran his hands slowly up her back, kissing her.
"God, Em, how am I ever going to stop fucking you" He answered, his mind still foggy from his orgasm, massaging his fingers deep into her shoulders. He realised what he said as soon as it left his lips and the regret had just started forming in his stomach when she answered him
"Who says you have to?" She kissed him again.
They stayed in the same position, running their hands over each other's skin, as the sun fully rose.
"We have to get back to Quantico," Aaron said, pressing his lips in her neck. "We are going to be late"
"So stop kissing me" She laughed leaning back on her arms and looking at him.
"One more" he said, pulling her back into him and settling his mouth over hers.