Chapter 17
Emily landed on the bed and bounced lightly, grinning at him. She pulled her shirt off over her head and threw it at him, beckoning him to join her.
He grabbed the hem of her pants and threw them behind him, hitting a lamp on his dresser and knocking it over, hearing it break. Grabbing the underside of her thighs he pulled her toward him and buried his face into her neck, biting and sucking the delicate skin until she cried out. He dug his fingers into her thighs as he moved his mouth down to her breasts, letting his tongue dart across a nipple as she wound her hands into his hair.
He kissed further down her stomach, using his shoulders to spread her legs wider. Emily arched her back and stretched as he brushed his lips across her inner thigh – her hands moving to twist in the comforter on his bed
He pushed her legs over his shoulders and dug his fingers into her hips, drawing her closer. Nipping the soft skin of her inner thigh he inhaled the scent of her. She twisted and tried to press further into him, urging him forward. She could only hear the blood pounding in her ears as she trembled slightly with anticipation.
His tongue made contact with her clit and she felt the rest of her body go numb – focused only on the touch of him she breathed deep, trying to keep herself steady.
He tasted her, slowly, drawing lazy circles across her with his tongue, feeling her clench in what he knew was her favourite places. Planting lazy kisses across her thighs and mound he glimpsed her face, screwed in frustration at his slow movements.
Sucking his clit in between his teeth suddenly he held her hips still on the bed as she jumped at his sudden movement. He flicked his tongue across her and pinned her hips to the bed, restricting her movement.
"Fuck yes" She cried as her back arched, close to orgasm.
He stopped. Pulled his mouth off her and looked at her face. She glared at him, frustrated and defiant.
"Not yet" he grinned, resuming his light kisses and bites on her inner thighs. Using one hand to keep her hips pinned on the bed, he trailed a finger lightly around her entrance. Alternating with his finger and tongue he watched as she grew wetter, swollen and flushed for him.
She was taking deep gasping breaths, her knuckles white as she clenched her fists.
Torturously slow he pressed a finger inside her to the first knuckle, flicking his tongue once over her clit. He felt himself growing harder as she writhed desperately on the bed.
Inserting another finger in her he kept them shallow inside her, his tongue random and infrequent enough to keep her just on the edge. He kept moving his fingers as he kissed back up her torso – biting and sucking a nipple as she twisted her hands in his hair, her skin flushed red.
He looked at her face, twisted in pleasure as he struggled to keep her still on the sheets. Her breath was coming in whimpers and gasps and she kept biting her lip and knuckles as he worked her over.
"Don't hold it Emily, come on, scream for me, I want to hear how fucking hard you cum for me" His voice was low, deep and gravelly as he pawed at her skin, biting and sucking her breasts, never stopping his fingers inside her
Emily's mind was completely blank, she had to remind herself to breathe as he teased her, she alternated between biting her lip and her fist to keep the scream in her throat at bay.
"Please fuck me, Aaron, please fuck me" The whimpers came out of her mouth, gasping and desperate and Hotch felt his cock pulse hard beneath him, he absolutely needed her to cum on him.
He moved suddenly, thumbing her clit and raising himself up, slamming his cock into her.
She saw stars as she came, she might have screamed but she wasn't sure, her only focus was his thumb still rubbing small quick circles on her clit as she felt her whole body spasm, soaking his thighs as he pushed deeper inside her. He was so damned deep inside her and he thrust slowly, letting her adjust as she felt herself clench around him.
He pulled back and slammed himself into her, feeling the way she clenched around him and reacted, he wanted her ruined underneath his touch – he knew he would never be able to get the sound of her orgasm out of his head, and he wanted to imprint her with the same memories.
Picking her up he gripped her ass as she wrapped her legs around him. She felt her back hit the wall as he bit down into her shoulder muffling a groan, thrusting faster as she clawed into his back, her head thrown back into the wall
She heard a distant crash of furniture from somewhere in the room as she put her leg on the closest piece of furniture, steadying themselves and spreading herself wider as he thrust deeper.
"Don't stop" she was aware of the words leaving her lips as his fingers dug harder into the backs of her thighs, no doubt leaving bruises.
His thrusts became less rhythmic as he approached his own orgasm – she felt him harden inside her and she bit down on his shoulder with a softened scream as the pulsing of his cock made her cum again, tears stinging the back of her eyes with its intensity.
Aaron's head dropped to her shoulder as he too came down – Emily was struggling to catch her breath, her mind still catching up with the evenings' events. She felt stings from his teeth on her shoulder and the bite of his fingers into her thighs as her senses slowly returned, gasping for air as she voiced her one thought out loud
"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" She asked, breathless as a smile crept over her face.
He let out a hoarse laugh and pulled them both onto the floor, still catching his breath
"Profiling" He groaned, pulling her into a hug, sprawling on the carpet. He stroked her skin lightly, planting soft kisses on her skin as she felt the drops of sweat trickle down his back. She felt her body settle and react under his touch, her heartbeat slowing slightly and her breathing becoming even.
"We broke your house" she panted looking around the room. The lamp had broken into two on the floor, the comforter and sheets had been ripped off his bed somehow, and they had toppled his nightstand, the contents laying strewn on the floor near their heads.
He looked at her, her lips were swollen and red, and she had a line of teeth marks across one shoulder. He could feel scratches on his back against the carpet and he could feel the sting of where her teeth had bit his neck.
He settled held her closer, the warm skin against his chest centring him. He was shocked at their carnage around the room – they had truly lost control with one another, he knew his thighs were soaked with her and he was almost sure he felt the wall crack slightly when he pushed her into it. His heartbeat was erratic and he gulped air in as he settled her on his chest, closing his eyes as he felt her hair spread across his skin.
"You gonna live?" She asked, laughing as he ran his fingers up and down her spine.
"I think so" He said smiling, coming back to his senses slightly as he rounded his fingertips on her spine, kissing her gently. He couldn't think of anything to say, except the only thought that had been in his head since the minute he opened the door to see her smile "I missed you" he sighed, his head falling back on the carpet as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
She smiled into his chest, threading her fingers into his as they lay silently on the carpet.
"I missed you too" She whispered, giving his hand a light squeeze.
"You going to help me clean up this mess you made?" He asked after a moment, looking around the room. She laughed, getting up from the floor and reaching a hand to help him up.
He wrapped his arms around her as he stood, pressing his body into hers, feeling the warmth of her skin. She pulled away from him and went to the bathroom as he picked up his nightstand and began putting its contents back together.
"Do you have plans tomorrow?" She asked, emerging and finger-combing her hair into a semblance of neatness.
"No, Jack's got a playgroup thing on Sundays, so I usually go to the range or for a run" He answered, picking up the broken lamp and setting it, useless, atop his bureau.
She nodded, crossing the bedroom to straighten his bedcovers. He turned and looked at her, bent over the bed straightening the sheets and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her upright into his body.
"Stay" He whispered into her neck, stroking her arm lightly.
"Without pyjamas? How scandalous" She laughed, turning in his arms and winding them around his neck. He smiled and pressed his forehead into hers, moulding his body against her, feeling her skin.
"Fair warning I'm not running with you in the morning" She said, kissing his cheek.