AN- Sorry for the delay folks. I've had so much of this written for the last few weeks and just needed to finish it. You try writing several fics at once, it is hard. Anyway, here is the much anticipated next chapter of Professor Killian. And it is a long one! Not just talking about Killian's girthy dick if you know what I mean. Enjoy pervs!
Rate My Professor
*Let's Talk About Sex*
Emma laid on the single bed in her dorm room staring blankly at the ceiling, allowing the cascade of thoughts to turn in her head. She pushed her bangs from her face, releasing a long exasperated sigh as she flipped over onto her side, her fingers plucking at the loose threads of her floral bedspread. It had been three days since her encounter with Professor Jones — Killian.
Killian.
It has been three days of phone calls and endless text messages from him — all left unanswered. What was she even supposed to say to him? Thanks for the orgasms, goodbye?
She huffed, blowing her bangs out of her face and turned onto her stomach, burying her face into the pillow to muffle her screams of frustration. How was she even supposed to face him in class tomorrow?
No. She wasn't going to do this to herself. She was going to get out of her stuffy dorm room and go for a long walk around campus to get herself out of her funk. Yeah. That should help.
She flung herself off the bed and tugged on her boats, zipping them up before grabbing her winter coat and winding her scarf around her neck. She retrieved her beanie and her gloves, tugging one on while the other sat hanging from her mouth. She swung the door open, pausing in the doorway at the sight of her professor standing awkwardly in the hallway, his fist high in the air, catching him in mid-knock.
He looked good for a man that had just had to James Bond his way into a building full of female co-eds. His head was down slightly, his eyes peering up at her from the loose strands of black hair that fell over his forehead. He wore a camel colored coat that rested just above his knees, his leather gloves hanging out of his jacket pocket and there was still a bit of unmelted snow attached to his boots.
"What are you doing here?" She mumbled incoherently, her glove still in her mouth preventing her from speaking. She spit out the offending cotton, a look of surprise on her face. "What are you doing here?" She amended, a little more directly this time, her eyes darting down each side of the hall to make sure that no one was witnessing their strange interaction.
"You weren't answering my phone calls and we didn't necessarily leave off on the right foot and I thought it merited a discussion." He explained, wincing with a slight discomfort as he spoke.
"And you thought the best course of action was to infiltrate the girls dormitory to confront me? Are you insane?" She shrieked.
"You didn't really leave me much of a choice." He countered, reminding her that she had decided to cut off communication with him.
"You know for a university professor you sure are dumb. When people don't answer their phones it usually means they don't want to talk." She asserted.
"No it means they are avoiding confronting their problems. I am a psychologist." He defended, correcting her earlier statement.
"Ugh." She spat, reaching for the door to close it in his absurdly handsome face. Yeah. That should teach him not to—
Killian caught the door before it had a chance to close and tugged it open roughly despite her protests. "I have come all this way in the snow to see you. The least you can do is give me a few minutes to explain." He urged her, his hands raised like he does when he is lecturing.
"Fine." She gritted her teeth, relenting to him by holding the door open for him and gesturing for him to come inside with a look of annoyance.
He leaned in toward her, a whisper of 'thank you' on his lips before striding into her dorm room.
Emma attempted to steel herself, taking a few calming breaths and closed the door behind her with an audible thud. She turned to face him, pressing her back against the door. "I would say make yourself at home but—" She waved her hand in the air, directing him to look around her bare and meager surroundings.
"I can't say that I am surprised that college living hasn't improved since I was in school." He commented as he removed his coat, sliding his arms from the sleeves and folding his jacket into his lap before placing himself on the edge of her bed. "Mattress seems…" He pressed his hand into the springy mattress, amused by the way it recoiled against his touch. "Sturdy…"
"Did you come here to talk or to comment on my quality of living?" She crossed her arms over her chest, staring him down disapprovingly.
"Oh before I forget." He shoved his hand into his pocket. "I thought you might like to have these back." He produced what appeared to be a folded bra from his pocket and held it out for her to take. "You left rather quickly, and in such obvious disgust I might add, that you left it behind in your haste to get away from me."
She gave him a thin annoyed smile and reached out to grab the panties from his hand before throwing them on top of her dresser. "Did you seriously come here just to return my bra? So chivalry isn't dead after all." She stated with a look of mock surprise.
"You and I both know I didn't come to return your undergarments love." He told her honestly, trying to appeal to her but couldn't resist returning her keen sense of humor. "I would have gladly kept it tucked away in my desk." He supplied with a cheeky smile.
"God. You think you are so goddamn charming, don't you?" She yelled at him. "You hide behind that smug face of yours and your intellect, when you are no less clueless than the rest of us!"
"Are you done?" He asked her awkwardly, gawking for a moment before controlling his expression.
"No. I am not fucking done!" She stomped her foot as hot angry tears pricked her eyes.
He backed off, his hands held high in the air in surrender and adjusted himself against the mattress.
"You can't just waltz into my life and use your good looks and position as a professor to push yourself on me! I said I wasn't ready…" Her voice trailed off as she sucked back a tear to keep it from falling past her iron-clad defenses.
"Push myself on you? Do you honestly think that is what I am doing?" He wondered, a hurt expression blossoming on his dark features. "Do you think that little of yourself to not stop and consider that maybe I am interested in you for other reasons other than your body — which is goddamn gorgeous by the way even though you refuse to acknowledge it yourself." He pressed angrily, taking obvious offense to her assumptions. "If you think for one second that it was my intent to take your virginity on the couch in my office then you are absolutely mad. I am a professor, not some college frat boy."
"You're angry…" She noted, her voice small, speaking barely above a whisper.
"Yes. I'm angry. For someone who often stays in their own little world, you can really be quite judgemental. You don't know a thing about me." He pointed to himself. "I may know sex but I am also a gentleman and know when to stop. I would never take advantage, especially not with you… and for you to presume anything—"
"What was I supposed to think?" She argued in frustration with herself.
"You were supposed to talk to me. This only works if you talk to me. You set boundaries. You give limits." He attempted to lecture her. "The most important part of sex is communicating with your partner. I am your partner. Communicate." He prompted her, waiting patiently for her to begin.
"I don't even know where to start—" She walked in front of him, her hands digging into her scalp.
"You can start by sitting down next to me. I don't bite…" He said, patting an empty place next to him on the bed. "Well, not without consent." He amended with a dry sense of humor, his eyes trailing toward her to follow her erratic movements.
"Fine." She agreed tensely. She took a seat next to him, her hands folded in her lap as she tried to contemplate what to say to him next. "You know I think this is the most we've ever talked to one another."
"Yeah. I suppose that is true and I feel partially at fault for that. Please, forgive me." He leaned into her, searching her face. "Do you think maybe we should fix that?" He suggested, peaking her interest.
"How do you propose we do that?" She asked him, pondering his question.
"We do what we are doing right now. We just talk. Right now you just see me as your professor rather than your sexual partner… we need to seperate the two." He reasoned.
"You know you don't need to psychoanalyze everything…" She observed with mild annoyance.
"Sorry. It's kind of what I do." He provided coyly. "You know for a while I thought about going into sexual therapy." He told her, much to her surprise and then swallowed hard.
"Why didn't you?" She asked sincerely.
"I loved teaching too much. I really want to help people understand themselves in relation to their sexual relationships, but corrupting young minds sounded far more appealing." He dropped his voice as he casually said the last bit.
She let out a slight chuckle at his explanation and caught his amused expression, and immediately righted herself, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "And me? Was it your intention to corrupt me?" She asked with a weighted breath. "Or am I just a research project?"
"I don't take sexual engagement as lightly as you might think. I am not my profession. My profession is an extension of myself. The two aren't exactly co-dependent in existence." He admitted dryly. "I am not one that easily shys away from sex and I find myself to be a keen and permiscuous human male, but at last I checked that wasn't a crime."
"I don't want to be another notch on your bedpost. Or office post. Or whatever you want to call it." She stumbled about her words to articulate her point.
He couldn't help but let out an exasperated laugh at how cute she was when she was flustered. "This thing between us, albit undefined, is exclusive. When I give my body to someone I don't make it a point to share it. That is unless one of us takes up an interest in bringing other people into the bedroom, but it has to be a mutual and consensual decision."
She looked at him, eyes fluttering and mouth slightly agape. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Emma deadpanned. "You have the sexual experience of fucking Christian fucking Grey, and you expect me to be alright with it?"
He detested being compared to such a hedonistic character in what passed for erotica these days, not to mention how the plot was a terrible depiction of a consensual BDSM relationship, but the clear meaning of her words wasn't lost on him.
"Are you — slut shaming me?" He wrinkled his face in utter bewilderment. "You know redirecting your insecurities at me isn't doing you any favors, love."
"Professor— Killian, my blatant lack of experience and sexual appeal make this entire arrangement mind boggling. Yes, you are insanely good-looking, smart, and confident. It is extremely intimidating." She bulked at him. "Hell, you just more or less confessed to having a threesome."
"Well it was more than just one." He teased nonchalantly, scratching the back of his ear.
"You see?" She insisted, her voice raising significantly the more uncomfortable she became as their conversation went on. "Your sexual exploits are boundless and consist of multiple sexual partners — I am just me — awkward and gangly, I trip over my words when I talk and I suppose you've noticed that I often have trouble controlling the sound of my own voice."
"Yes. I have." He asserted with an inhale. "And I happen to find that incredibly endearing." He pressed his hands into the mattress and leaned back to settle himself in for further confrontation. "Is my sexual past the only thing that is bothering you, or do you wish to dig into the reasons why you are so uncomfortable with sex when it comes to your own body?"
"I am not—" She opened her mouth to disagree. "I am not uncomfortable with sex." She insisted, her voice dropping into a low whisper as if she could be overheard.
He gave her an incredulous look at her declaration and shook his head. "I think your tone speaks to the contrary, love."
She averted her gaze away from his, but was immediately struck into mindlessness when she felt his hand cover her own.
"You know I can be quite a good listener if you want to talk about it." He told her earnestly, shaking his leg as his foot twisted against the carpet underneath his feet.
She released an exasperated sigh, pondering his offer before searching deep down inside herself to find the words she craved to say aloud. He had a way of making her feel comfortable. There was a safety and a security that she experienced in his presence — something she had never had before. Her eyes drifted to where his palm covered the top of her hand and his thumb gently brushed against her skin in understanding.
Her eyes closed, letting his touch wash over her. The sincerity in it bringing tears to her eyes. "You know, I've always kept people at arms length because I don't want to let anyone in. I never had anyone in my life who loved me or cared about me. I guess over time I have convinced myself that I'm not worthy of affection." She gasped, choking on a cry that threatened to break loose from her lips.
Suddenly it all made sense to him. All of her reservations and hesitation wasn't necessarily sexual oppression but a choice she had made to protect herself. He gave her a sympathetic look, sighing softly as he continued to rub her hand with his own.
"You aren't unlovable Emma." He murmured gently, the tone of his voice catching her off guard.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded in understanding. "I've spent the majority of my life trying to convince myself of that. But the only thing I see when I look at myself is someone who has never been worthy of human connection. I'm afraid to be vulnerable with you. How can I when I can't even be that way with myself?" She lamented as she hiccuped.
Killian didn't open his mouth to respond, instead he pulled himself from the bed and stood before her, both of his hands extended. "Then allow me to help you. I want you to see what I see."
She looked at his hands in uncertainty and then her eyes darted back to his to see the determination and generosity in his honest eyes. In that moment she chose to trust him and to give herself over to his tutelage. She took his hands, lacing her fingers with his and let him lift her from the bed.
Breaking the contact of their hands, he pressed his palms against hers and coaxed her to place her hands against his chest. Trembling, she gave into his silent request and rested one hand against his chest and the other just below his shoulder.
He lifted her chin to look at him, his eyes boring into hers seemingly undoing her where she stood. She felt emotionally stripped underneath his heated gaze that penetrated straight through her. It was a far more intimate position than any they had previously found themselves in.
"Do you trust me?" He asked her, his dark eyelashes fluttering slightly over his captivating blue irises.
"Yes." She answered breathlessly.
Capturing her hand in his, he placed a chaste kiss to her knuckles and slowly lowered it to rest by her side and then repeated the action with the other. Sliding his hands underneath her charcoal colored winter coat, he looked at her, silently asking for her permission before proceeding.
She nodded sheepishly in response and he returned her expression with one of understanding.
His hands swept over her shoulders, helping her shuck the jacket from her body until it fell behind her leaving her in a pair of black joggers, a army green henley, and a pair of knock-off black ugg boots. "How are you doing?" He asked in genuine curiosity, his eyes flitting to hers to read her expression as he brushed an arrant strand of hair from her face.
"I'm okay." She replied anxiously.
He gave her a soft smile. "Will you let me know if you are uncomfortable?"
She tugged her lower lip between her teeth and shook her head up and down.
He took her hips in his hands, riding the material of her henley up her torso, his fingers roaming over her curves as he slowly lifted it. Hands skimming her curves appreciatively, he sucked in a breath as inch by inch she was revealed to him.
When he got to her arms, she lifted them in silent compliance, allowing him to drag the shirt over her head. She was weary in her state of undress. She hadn't been expecting company and had been lounging in her dorm in one of her discolored lace bralettes. Plagued by this knowledge, she wrecked her brain to remember the panties she had chosen to wear that day, but for the life of her she couldn't remember.
"Stop thinking." His voice brought her out of her train of thought and she refocused herself on the touch of his hands on her body.
"You look beautiful." He hummed, his thumbs darting underneath the lace to brush the underside of her breasts, unleashing a contented sigh from her lips. Slipping more of his reverent touch underneath the lace, he slowly rolled the fabric up her body exposing her bare breasts.
"Lovely." He murmured ardently, the sensual lilt of his voice making her heart flutter in her chest. He drew an impatient whimper from her throat, her body arching into his attentive touch as he rolled her nipple under the pad of his thumb. Gently caressing the other in his warm palm, he lowered his mouth to her breast and sucked the bud between his lips.
He moaned in approval feeling the nipple grow erect in his mouth and then proceeded to graze it lightly with his teeth while swiping its twin with equal intent. Switching his commitment to her breasts, his mouth latched onto the other, giving it equal treatment. He defty rubbed the other, using the sheen of saliva aid him in his worship of her body.
Emma tossed her head back, crying out as she cupped the back of his head letting herself be wrapped up in the sensations he was creating against her breasts. She keened as his tongue circled the strained peak, his head nestled between her bosom.
He couldn't bother to be parted from his exalted exploration of the supple rounded flesh of her breasts, each one deserving of his full and prompt attention. He groaned at the feel of her nails raking against his scalp, urging his movements against her. Massaging one, he mouthed the other, creating a delicious pressure with his lips that left her begging for more.
He continued his efforts, creating a path of his whereabouts with his tongue and refusing to let up until her body was glistening and begging him for relief. He grinned against her naked flesh as she moaned, pressing herself into his mouth eagerly.
Holding him to her breast, she cupped the back of his head, encouraging him to lap to her breast until her sex was quivering in need from his devout tongue. She pulled at his hair, sobbing in frustration when he growled possessively against her breast, the sound reverberating through her. "Killian, please." She begged, her words catching in her mouth as he worked her over with his.
He gave her one last teasing lick before retracting himself from the homage to her breasts and licked the taste of her skin from his lips upon righting himself in front of her. Cupping the back of her head, he looked at the sexual torment in her eyes — the eyes silently pleading with him for pleasure.
Gathering the scrap of fabric rolled up underneath her arms, he lifted it up and over her head leaving the upper half of her body completely exposed to him. "Come here, darling." He grabbed the waistband of her pants and jerked her forward slightly before sinking to his knees before her to carefully remove her boots and socks.
He pulled himself up into a slight crouch, giving himself access to the waistband of her pants. Hooking his hands between her hips and the waistband of her pants, he located the elastic of her panties and collected it before slowly drawing them down her thighs and slid them down her legs.
She gasped as the air hit her moist center, her hand placed on the top of his head for purchase.
He motioned her to step out of the last articles of clothing keeping her from his view and she abandoned them, kicking them to the side so he could feast his eyes upon her glorious body in its entirety.
She watched him as he slowly picked himself up and placed himself on his feet, her eyes following him as he stood. She bowed her head under his appraisal, his eyes raking over her body longingly.
"You are absolutely perfect. Stunning." He breathed, his eyes yearning and piercing as he took her in.
Color filled her cheeks and she smiled coyly, turning her head away from him.
"Please." Killian said in an almost admonishing way as he bent his knees, peering at her to catch her face. "Please don't hide from me." He took her cheek in his hand and turned her head to force her to look at him.
"You need to understand how beautiful you are." He took her hands in his and led her over to the full length mirror leaning against the wall.
She exhaled as she caught on to what he was doing and vehemently protested. "Please don't—"
"Normally I would ask for your permission, but I'm afraid I must insist." He held her by her shoulders and positioned her in front of the mirror.
"Killian, I can't—" She attempted to turn around and was immediately jerked back against him. Her eyes closed as she felt his erection straining against her backside.
"Yes. Yes you can." He assured her in a low promising rasp, capturing her chin in his hand to focus her vision on their reflections. Killian positioned himself behind her, his arm wrapped around her waist. "Look at yourself." He demanded, his eyes flashing into the mirror to look at her expression.
When she gathered the courage to meet herself in the reflection of the mirror, she was stunned by what she saw. There was a delicate flush in her cheeks, a tinge of moisture glinting off her skin from where he had bathed her with his tongue. Her hair was gently tousled from his fingers running through it, her eyes were greener than usual — dark and sensual. Every muscle in her body was pulled taut, her neck stretched and put on full display, and her breasts heaved, her nipples standing erect.
She didn't know whether she wanted to run away or never take her eyes off her reflection. She looked the same — but somehow different. It was like she was a completely different person with him standing behind her, his hand roaming over the curves of her body.
It was like she was a completely different person around him. Underneath his searing gaze, his intoxicating touch, his reverent words spurring her on, she was a completely different person. A more confident and sexy person, and he had brought that out of her.
"Do you see now?" He brushed the curtain of her hair over her opposite shoulder to give him access to the expanse of skin leading to the crook of her neck. "Or do you need to see more? Because I can assure that nothing would please me more than for you to see the look you give me when you come for me." He whispered into her shoulder, his lips ghosting against her heated skin as he pressed a trail of kisses along her shoulder.
Her head fell back against his chest, a moan bursting forth from her throat at the sound of his deeply erotic tone. She keened, rocking her body back against his, the sight of him on her nearly too much to take.
"Uh ah-ah." He chided, a slight laugh on his breath as he cupped the back of her head and fixed her in front of the mirror. "Everything about you appeals to me…" His voice hung heavy in the air as he brought his thumb to her lips, tracing the curve of it with his finger. "Your sensual pink lips… those piercing green eyes alit with a fire that burns so brightly that it is impossible to deny."
"Your seductive neck…" He brushed his knuckles against her pulse. "So spirited and untenable." He admired huskily. "And your supple breasts, round and perfect, your nipples rosy and puckered under my touch." He groaned as he stroked her breast, paying special attention to her nipple.
She wriggled against him, her eyes falling shut as he grazed her long curves.
"Such sensuous curves that fit so nicely in my hands." He mused, continuing his exploration of her body. His fingers danced along the length of her torso before fanning out over her stomach. He paused for a moment, catching a glimpse of them in the mirror, the sight making his impossibly hard cock twitch in his pants.
Hands skimming over her hips, he gave her a gentle squeeze eliciting a strangled moan from her lips. "Your back is absolutely divine. What I wouldn't give to see it arch as I take you from behind." His hand slid against the curve of her ass, palming her lightly with a sharp intake of breath.
"And your backside could bring a man to his knees." He pressed a finger through the seam of her cheeks until he reached her rear. "And here. You want me here, don't you?" He teased mercilessly, a deviant smirk upon his lips as he registered her uncontainable excitement.
He was practically giddy with amusement at her response to him probing her tight opening. "When I say I want you — it means I intend to have you everywhere, including here." He slipped the barest amount of his sizable finger inside of her, barely breaching the surface before retracting it.
She released a debauched moan at how dirty she felt and equally turned on she was having him there caused her. "Please." She whined desperately, arching herself against him as she squirmed in place.
"Not yet." He chastised, his hand moving back in the front of her so that she could clearly see what he was doing in the mirror. His fingers drifted between her thighs, coaxing her to open for him.
She spread her legs for him, her entire body praising his presence and the promise for more. She pouted when he didn't automatically seek out the heat scorching between her thighs, but instead he caressed her inner thigh.
"Such lascivious thighs…" He hummed approvingly as he traced the flesh of her thighs, his touch burning her the closer he got to her aching center. He paced himself, inching toward her but never quite giving her what she needed.
"God. Killian! Please!" She cried, wrapping her arm around his neck to pull him closer to her.
"You know sex isn't just about pleasure…" He whispered into her hair, his hand gliding against her wet thighs. "It is about exploring yourself… and getting to know your body." As the last word left his mouth he trailed his hand down the length of her cunt and probed a single finger through her folds. "God, you are dripping." He murmured throatily.
"Can't help it." She supplied, whimpering as she bucked against his teasing digit.
"It is absolutely addicting to feel what I do to you. To know I have such an effect on your body—" He bit his lip to stifle a groan and neglect his own arousal. He was throbbing for her, his cock pulsing and straining for recompense.
He rubbed the palm of his hand down her sex, two fingers slipping through her glistening folds. "Through sexual discovery comes awareness—" He sheathed a single finger inside of her, feeling her tight muscles clench against his welcomed intrusion.
"Ah. Yeah." He admired, watching her face contort in rapture in the mirror. He couldn't pry his eyes away from the reflection staring back at him — her head was tossed back against his chest and she was thrusting against his finger.
"Do you see me disappearing inside of you?" He drew his attention to where his finger was pumping in and out of her and she writhed against him at the sight of her rolling her hips against him, accepting him inside of her.
"I want you to watch me while I fuck you." He whispered promisingly, his words dripping with a gruff sensuality that left her breathless. "Don't take your eyes off me for a second. Watch what I do to you."
She watched with blown eyes as she fucked back against his finger, desperately whining for more. "More. God. Please. More!" She howled deliriously.
He grinned against her hair, nuzzling his cheek against her sweaty locks and the frustrated noises that left her lips. "You know, you learn so much about yourself through sex that you never thought you could—" He allowed just the tip of a second finger inside of her, keeping it just out of reach, goading it over her.
"How can you really know yourself until you indulge in your pleasure?" And with that he pressed his finger inside of her, letting it join the other in the pursuit of her satisfaction. "All you have to do is let go and give into your urges — to not deprive yourself of your desires—"
With eyes screwed shut tightly, she fell back against him, clawing at his limbs to keep herself upright. "Oh, God!" She screeched, her mouth parting open wide as he worked his fingers in out of her tight sheath.
"Keep them open for me." He reminded her, catching her eyes in the mirror while he concentrated on her pleasure. "Fuck you are gorgeous." He admired, his voice heady and full of need.
"Look how you soak me, love." He demonstrated by pulling his fingers out and making a generous and dramatic show of her arousal coating his fingers before thrusting them back inside of her.
"Focus on what I do to you." He moaned, his eyes locking with hers in the mirror to see the tortuous way she moved against him as she panted hard. "Are you going to ride my fingers, darling? Go on then, show me." He encouraged gruffly.
She let out an undignified sob at the sound of his rapacious voice. She nearly screamed, thrashing against him like a wild banshee as he swept his thumb over her swollen clit. She could barely heed his request, watching raptly as her thighs clamped down around him and rocked against him frantically in search of her orgasm.
"God, yes. That's it." He praised, continuing to drive his fingers inside of her with purposeful strokes, urging the pleasure from her body. He hugged her to his body to hold her still and keep her from crumbling to the ground. "Are you going to come for me? Let's watch you come together." He said it more like a command than a mere suggestion.
That was all it took. She bent forward, nearly crashing against the mirror. The only thing preventing her from doing it was the fact that he was holding onto her as she succumbed. She screamed violently, calling out his name like a deity, her pleasure soaring through her body — pleasure ensnaring her in its hold and corrupting her with its addicting thrall as tears fell unbidden from her eyes.
She fell apart around his fingers that continued to jerk inside of her in time to the diligent movements against her clit. She was partially hypervenelating, all she could hear was him shushing her, his warm breath caressing her ear as he slowly brought her down from her high.
"God, you are fucking gorgeous when you come." He hissed, each approving word tinged with admiration as his lips brushed the shell of her ear. "And it's all for me." He let out a covetous groan, his eyes flickering to her flushed face, which flaunted her ecstasy.
She was mesmerizing — every inch of her body overcome by the pleasure rolling through her — pleasure that had been dealt by him. Her walls were still fluttering around him, her languid thrusts against his fingers still trying to milk every ounce of pleasure from her body until it was replete.
Once her body began to relax, he loosened his grip on her and smoothed her hair as he murmured muffled praise into her hair. He could feel the tremors in her body begin to subside and he retracted his fingers from her. He brought his fingers up to his line of sight, inspecting the thick sheen of desire that covered them before popping them into his mouth and sucking her from his fingers.
He could see her reflection in the mirror, witnessing the intimate moment of him savoring the taste of her on his tongue. She was wide-eyed, brows arched as she let out a soft whimper and wriggled against him.
He met her gaze in the mirror, his eyes shining with amusement at her fitful response to his indulgence. Releasing his fingers from his mouth with a satisfying sigh, he looked down at her, watching his movements in the reflection in front of him. A roguish smirk spread across his lips as he brought his fingers in front of her, teasing her with them in an almost boastful manner.
"Do you want a taste?" He asked, his brow raised in question as he rubbed the corner of her mouth with his slick fingers. He was delighted when she squirmed against him, her entire body rubbing into him from behind. "So impatient." He rolled his eyes playfully, a mild humor in his accented voice.
He never took his eyes off her reflection, enthralled as he watched her watch him. He palmed her quivering sex, stimulating her clit upon his descent. Hooking his fingers at her opening, which was still trickling with her desire, he buried them inside her.
She let out a contented sigh, instinctively pushing her body to receive more of him inside of her. Her feet felt like they were going to give out from underneath her at the sight of him pushing and pulling his fingers inside of her, drawing the moisture from her body to thoroughly coat his fingers with her orgasm.
"That's it. Just getting them nice and wet for you." He gave a few more teasing thrusts of his fingers before retreating from her depths with his generous offering. He groaned at the sight of her dripping from his fingertips as he slowly brought them into view in front of her. "Is this what you wanted?" He taunted with a slight laugh at the way she shuttered against him with anticipation.
"Open for me." He bid, his fingers trickling with her arousal hovering just over her lips as he asked her for access. "Beautiful." He admired her obedience, her mouth parting innocently to receive his slick fingers.
Emma accepted his fingers between her lips, sucking them into her mouth. Feeling the taste of herself exploding on her tongue, she moaned around his fingers, cleaning herself off of him enthusiastically.
"That's a good girl." He groaned, his chest rumbling trying to keep the lid on his own desire.
She diligently suckled, humming around him pleasantly while her tongue swept over his fingers, licking herself off his skin until not a drop remained.
"Are you finished?" He tilted his head as he gazed down at her in awe.
She shook her head with a doe-eyed expression and released his fingers from her mouth, taking care to lick the remnants of her essence from her lips. On wobbly legs, she slowly turned herself in his arms and spread her hands out across his chest as she gazed up at him wistfully.
"That was—" She stammered softly, astonished by his show of devotion toward her.
"All for you." He finished her earlier remark, rubbing his hand up and down her lower arm.
"Mhm. That feels nice." She hummed dreamily.
He chuckled to himself and shook his head. "Come on, let's get you comfortable." Killian insisted, letting go of her slowly to test her ability to stay upright. His mouth opened slightly as she swayed, her legs wobbling underneath her. "Yeah. I thought as much." He acknowledged to himself, ignoring the obvious question crossing her face to carefully sweep her up into his arms.
Without further word, he walked her over to the bed and gently lowered her on top of it. But then, he did something she never expected him to. He maneuvered himself to sit on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes leaving him in his socks then rolled himself on top of the bed alongside her.
Using her palms, she pushed herself up slightly and hovered over him to read the pensive expression that crossed his face.
He tilted his head toward her, fixing his eyes upon hers. "Don't stand on ceremony, love." He motioned for her to come and lay on his chest.
She was stunned into silence, her body going numb at his offer to comfort her after giving her the most explosive orgasm she had had to date. Placing her chin on her shoulder bashfully, she looked at him out of the corner of her eye and contemplated the implications of settling herself in his arms.
"It's an embrace, Swan. Not a marriage proposal. Don't overthink it." He told her pointedly, watching the myriad of emotions cross her face in a matter of seconds.
"How—" She tucked herself into his side, still apprehensive to fully give in to him.
"Lass, I know you better than you know yourself." He told her matter of factly, a charming and assured smile gracing his face.
"I find that very hard to believe." She knitted her brows together in skepticism as she rested her trembling arms against his chest. She was shocked when he caught her by the wrist to smooth her transition and aided her to secure her body against his and lay her head against his chest. The position was the most intimate she had ever found herself in and had her heart racing to the sound of his uneven stacado.
"Thank you." She offered as if trying to ease the conflicted thoughts running through her mind and placate her insecurities. "You know, for—"
"You thank me as if it was some hardship. Why after all of that do you still doubt me?" He wound his arm around her, brushing his knuckles lightly against her shoulder blade. "Do you honestly think me so insincere?"
"No. No." She stammered, trying to redefine what she meant by the misplaced sentiment. She lifted her head slightly from his chest to look at him, gulping as she saw the confusion in his eyes. "That's not what I meant. I mean it was nice and I appreciate it but—"
"Good grief, lass. Don't get worked up over it." He reassured her softly, slowly urging her back down into a comfortable position. "Your mind has to be a very chaotic place. Don't you ever just— relax?"
"I'm a college virgin, what do you think?" She said dryly.
"Fair enough." He allowed it. "But as your professor I am inclined to let you know that it isn't necessarily custom to thank someone for giving you an orgasm." He commented in an honest yet humorous tone.
"Oh God." She groaned, digging her head into his chest in embarrassment. "Ugh!" She yelled into his chest. "Kill me now…" She pleaded, letting her frustrated words muffle into his sweater. "Are there any other sexual manners I should be aware of?" She mumbled into his chest, signalling to him with her arm in the air.
"Oh, loads." He professed. "Using your teeth when performing fallatio is often frowned upon." He asserted, getting second hand chills from his own experiences.
"Huh?" She pried herself from his chest to look at him.
"Fallatio." He stated plainly. "You know—" He mimed in demonstration only to have her swat him playfully on his arm. Shaking his head, he released a choked laugh at her response. "You were going to find out anyway. I was just sparing your innocent mind from the predestined horror. Better coming from me, you know as an educator." He said tactfully.
"So you've—" She supposed, her words lingering between them as she looked up at him under curious lashes.
He bulked, tugging his lower lip between his teeth to hide his obvious amusement over her inquiry.
"If you don't want to—" She stammered awkwardly.
"No. It's not that." He pressed his palm over his mouth. "You're just really cute." He sighed, releasing his hand from his face.
"That doesn't feel like a compliment." She gawked at him.
"Weren't you the one who referred to me as a manwhore half an hour ago?" He recalled, resorting to his keen sense of recollection to call her out.
"Oh yeah." She reminded herself, sagging against his chest dejectedly.
"I can sense you have questions about my past." He noticed. "Part of being in a sexual relationship with someone is being able to be open and honest. It builds trust — trust that is needed to progress this kind of relationship. So I am willing to answer anything you want."
"Really?" She poked her head up, searching his face to see only sincerity radiating behind his blue eyes.
"Aye. Anything to make you more comfortable." He asserted with a firm nod.
"Okay?" She said, a little unconfidently. "Okay." She understood once more, nodding her head in agreement. "Then—" She grunted, stretching herself across his chest to reach the bedside table.
Killian canted his head, lifting a curious brow to see her straining to pull the bedside table drawer. "Here." He offered, leaning up to pull the knob. He couldn't resist peering into the drawer to see its contents. Inside it was a 1st generation ipad, a few charging cables, what looked to be a journal, and a battered old novel — Peter Pan. Of all the things?
"Snoop much?" She accused, glaring at him as she took out a folded up piece of paper from her drawer of treasures and then slammed it shut.
"Simply admiring the curiosities you keep hidden away in a place that is normally reserved for sex toy storage." He joked, his delivery dry and witty despite his humor. "I can assure you my bedside drawer looks nothing like yours."
She gave him an unamused look, dragging herself away from the drawer and placing herself back against his chest. She held out the folded note and slowly began unfurling it to reveal the list he had scrawled onto it for her a few days prior. "I want you to start with this." She demanded, slapping the page into his lap.
"What about it? You're going to have to be a tad more specific." He took the paper between his fingers and skimmed the list.
"What is this? Why did you give it to me?" She wanted to know.
"Well for starters. It appears to be a list of sexual acts." He acknowledged, his lack of a genuine answer making her roll her eyes. "As for why I gave it to you — I gave it to you as a guide for your sexual education." He admitted, putting his reasoning mildly.
"So it was for my benefit?" She assumed.
"Of course."
"Killian, I don't know what half of these words even mean." She gritted her teeth in frustration.
"You would have had you stuck around for the rest of my class." He glanced at her. "Which one confuses you? Or shall we go through each one?" He provided with a sly smile as he scratched the back of his ear.
"Well I was going to just select a few, but you know I'm rather curious to hear about your experiences with each one." She challenged with a smug grin.
"With pleasure." He countered with an infuriating saucy wink. "Let's see here—" He scanned the list.
"Forget your reading glasses?" She teased, laughing into his chest.
His expression dropped and he chewed the inside of his cheek at the suggestion that he needed reading glasses. "How old do you think I am?" He asked, deeply offended by her accusation.
"Well…" She placed her chin against him and started calculating the numbers in her head. "Four years of undergrad. Assuming you entered at 18, you would have graduated at 22. If you went directly into graduate school, that is another two years, which makes 24. A doctorate degree adds another 2 years. You've published quite a few papers and just earned a full-time teaching position at the university—"
"For Christsake!" He groaned. "I'm 34, satisfied?" He confessed with mild irritation.
"Ecstatic." She grinned, amused that she had managed to get under that overly confident skin of his.
"You know you really ought to think about changing your major. You may have a future career as an accountant." He mused with a huff before turning his attention back to the page in front of him. "And as per the reading glasses, I only use them when I'm grading papers. Your generation's handwriting looks like cave drawings and can be quite difficult to discern." He added for good measure.
"Just look at the list." She said impatiently.
"Okay. Okay." He resumed his concentration on the list. "I'm assuming you know what the term 'blow job' means. I may have referred it by its more clinical term 'fallatio.'" He reminded her, recalling on his earlier observance of the definition.
"Okay. And I guess you've had—" She prompted him to say something.
"You want a number?" He dropped the page in exasperation.
"Rough estimate will suffice." She allowed it.
"My answer is far too many to count. But I suppose the smaller of the two numbers is three." He answered indefinitely.
"Three? Three what?" She deadpanned, almost fearful to hear his answer.
"Well receiving is a far more infinite number than I can ascertain, but I've given three." He reiterated for her benefit, watching her cheeks flush scarlet at the meaning behind his words.
"You mean—" She swallowed. "You've?" She was trying to wrap her mind around it.
"I've dabbled." He affirmed, shaking his hand to illustrate his 'more or less' statement.
"That's all you're going to say?" She all but shrieked.
"What do you want to know?" He crossed his arms over his chest and exhaled.
"Are you like—"
"I'm a professor of sexual psychology. Sexuality is irrelevant. People think of it as this one size fits all umbrella term for something that is as fluid as the blood flowing through your veins." He articulated, his voice raising slightly at his distaste for the current cultural landscape of sexuality.
"I would never tell someone who they are or who they are attracted to, but you don't need to have to check a box and define it. However, to answer your question, I prefer women, but have enjoyed the company of men in the past on occasion." He admitted in all seriousness.
"On what kind of occasion?" She wondered sheepishly.
"Like many who traverse these halls of higher education, I experimented with members of the same sex. And there was one instance where my partner and I at the time invited a male into the bedroom with us." He provided without the barest hint of hesitation.
"You've had a—"
"Threesome?" He finished her thought for her. "Yes. A couple, actually. But you'll see that I haven't ventured to put it on the list." He pointed out to her.
"Why?" She stammered, tilting her head to the side.
"I personally don't enjoy them." He said. "You find they lose their charm after a time and for me at least, sex tends to be more enjoyable with a strong connection between two people."
"And you feel that way with me?" She gave him a bewildered expression.
"Aye. I do. As much as I enjoy casual sex, I find it to be much more pleasure with a person that I fancy."
"Fancy." She giggled, mocking his use of the word. "Sorry, you just got super British there. I didn't mean to—"
"If you must know, I'm very turned on by the sound of your voice." She admitted with a faint blush.
"I'm incredibly aware of that." He admitted certainly with an egotistical smile. "And I like to use it to my advantage."
She swallowed hard, her stomach fluttering at the discovery. "Um. What about 'cow-girl?'" She pointed to the third item on the list.
"Are you asking me because you don't know or you want to know my experience with it?" He chewed on his lower lip, slightly worried that she hadn't the faintest idea.
"No. I know what it is in theory." He couldn't help but be relieved and not have to explain it to her. "But this is something you want to do to me?" She looked up at him curiously.
"Do with you?" He corrected her earlier assessment. "Generally speaking, yes."
"All of them?" She gulped.
"All of them." He confirmed. "Unless you have any objections to any of them." He met her eyes to see the mild discomfort and apprehension in her face. "You can do all of them. None of them. It is entirely up to you. We will take it at your speed." He assured her, covering her hand with his.
"I am a very generous lover, although I detest that phrasing." He said loathsomely. "But I'll not have you venturing into this further without knowing that I intend to give you every experience that I can — including some that aren't even listed." He narrowed his eyes on the paper. "Is that something you can handle?"
"I want to. I really want to." She lamented. "But, I'm also nervous. And frightened. And anxious. What if I don't like something? What if it doesn't feel good? What if I feel uncomfortable?"
"Hey. Hey." He hushed her, collecting her in his arms and dragging her back into his chest. "This is why we are talking about this. I want you to be able to trust me and I, you." He told her earnestly.
"We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for or don't want to do. You always have a choice." He asserted firmly. "But I'm going to strongly recommend that you try something. How do you know you don't like something if you don't try it? And if you don't like it, you never have to do it again. Like me and threesomes." He gave his aversion to threesomes as an example that made her chuckle slightly.
"You make it sound like you are a parent trying to get their kids to try broccoli." She gave a breathy laugh.
"Well in that case, I'd say anal is definately the broccoli of sex." He supplied for her amusement. "Everything about it seems bloody awful, but with some experience it starts to become more appealing."
"If that is broccoli. What's carrots?" She inquired, unable to wipe the smile from her lips at amounting sex to vegetables.
"You're asking me to choose a favorite?" He asked, licking his lips. "Give or receive?" He asked for further clarification.
"Both." She nodded.
"Well." He blanched in thought. "Trying to pick a favorite sexual act or position is like asking a parent to select their favorite child for someone who has dedicated several years of their life to the practice." He winced playfully. "You are really putting me in a bind here Swan."
"Okay, then. I will make it easier. What is the thing you want to do to me most? And what do you really want me to do to you?" She prompted him, almost giddy to hear his answer.
"To be honest, there isn't a goddamn thing I don't want to do with you or do to you." He confessed only to have her give him a displeased look. "But as for what I want you to do to me—" His lips turned up into a sultry smirk as he pressed his thumb against her lips, parting them slightly. "I want to feel your lips around my cock, sucking me down your throat until you swallow me."
She blinked up at him rapidly, his neck tilted toward her to read the lust and curiosity brimming behind her keen green eyes. His confession had left her breathless and her pulse bulging against her flesh. The idea was intriguing. She had briefly tasted the bitter sweetness of him on her tongue — the flavor made all the more appealing knowing the cause of his release.
She felt her core clench with desire at the idea of her lips wrapped around him, bringing him pleasure with her mouth. Exhaling a breath she wasn't aware she was holding in, her eyes flickered up to his, a sense of unyielding yearning blazing in her expression as she lightly nipped at his thumb.
"May—" She stammered, her voice cracking under the pressure of revealing her request. "May I—" She swallowed, her eyes darting to the obvious erection bulging in his pants.
His eyes bore into hers with a lustful smolder as her lithe hand drifted from his chest and trailed over his torso until it reached her intended destination. All the muscles in his body tensed under her touch, her fingers splayed over his crotch as she gently palmed him. His resolve was cracking quickly, his jaw tightening as he tried to starve off the temptation of her offer.
"Emma, you don't have to—" He choked out, his breathing hitching in his throat as she traced the outline of his cock over his trousers.
"I want to—" She breathed out with a mild hint of desperation.
"Are you absolutely sure?" He let the shaky question tremble from his lips.
"I want to make you feel good. Just like you do for me." She dipped her thumb between the fabric, parting it so she could run her finger over the metal of the zipper.
He inhaled, his eyes closing briefly as he shifted slightly on the bed to make himself more comfortable in preparation of what was to come and gave a singular nod of his head. He hummed as she popped the button from its hole and pulled down the zipper granting him immediate relief from the fabric torturously pressing into his shaft.
She slithered down his body, taunting him with the feel of her curves brushing against his body. Placing herself between his legs, sitting on her knees before him, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants and his boxers and began to shimmy them over his hips until she met resistance.
She tugged his pants, silently requesting he lift himself from the bed. His body arched upon her command and she stretched the fabric over his lower half, watching as every inch of him was bared to her. Everything from the thick nest of dark curls above the base of his shaft to the hot throbbing flesh captured her immediate interest.
He wriggled slightly on the bed, assisting her in the removal of his pants. He breathed out a momentary sigh of relief when they hit the ground. The bed dipped slightly as she crawled toward him and his eyes flicked toward her to see the wild expression that took up residence in her eyes.
"Emma, are you sure?" He asked once again, his hands forming fists at his sides. "I don't think I could bear it if you changed your mind once you've started—"
Her response was to slide herself into a half sitting and half lying position between his thighs and hovered herself over his shaft, taking him in her hot little hand.
His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head at the contact, his body visibly relaxing underneath her touch as she tentatively stroked him.
She gave him a few steady pumps of her fist, working the rigid flesh tightly in her hand, letting the breathy sighs leaving his lips guide her movements against him. She traced her thumb against the faint seam of his shift with a feather light touch eliciting a broken moan from his lips.
She watched in rapt fascination as his jaw flexed, his head rolling to the side in response to her ministrations and took that as a sign to push the limits of his restraint. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and slowly lowered herself until he was lined up with her mouth.
Emma took a deep breath, steeling herself for a moment before parting her lips and blowing a stream of hot air over his sensitive tip.
"Christ—" He murmured gruffly, his body reacting to the feel of her warm breath against the head of his cock.
Granting mercy on him, she closed her mouth around the rounded head of him, sucking him between her lips. She paid special attention to the curve of the head, litting it mold to the suction she was creating with her mouth. Parting her lips around him, she took in a heavy gulp of air and replaced her mouth, sinking down to capture the first inch of him.
When heard a low rumble escape his throat and looked up to see his eyes screwed shut, his fist pressed against his lips to keep himself from shoving his cock down her throat. Adjusting her hold on his shaft, she gave it a gentle pump in her hand to feed another inch or two into her mouth. Fitting all of him into her mouth seemed like a daunting task, but she was going to test her limits one step at a time.
Using her nose, she used her nose to breathe, trying to soothe the panic rising inside of her. She eased another inch of him inside of her, feeling him pulse and throb inside her mouth. She gagged slightly, barely able to contain him in her mouth. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax her mind and the muscles in her throat to sink herself over the remaining length that had yet to invade her mouth.
His hips bucked instinctively, a strangled cry breaking from his throat as she coughed and sputtered around him, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure down his shaft.
He felt so hard and heavy in her mouth, the fullness causing her eyes to water and her nose to run. She released him from her mouth and pulled herself away from him, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly as she panted.
"You okay, love?" He asked, his expression colored with genuine concern. He was well aware that he was a little more endowed than other men, not that should would have anything to compare him to, but he was definitely intimidating to most women, even the experienced ones.
"I'm sorry. It is just— a lot." She squeaked, rubbing the column of her throat and stretching her mouth.
"Lass, you don't have to apologize. If you are having second thoughts—"
"No." She shook her head vehemently. "I want to do this. I just need a moment."
"Would you like some help?" He cocked his head to the side, a lazy smirk playing at his lips.
Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, the taste of his flesh still fresh on her tongue, she nodded sheepishly. Her cheeks tinted pink as she looked at him expectantly, waiting for his instruction.
"Take it at your own pace. Listen to your mind and body. But most of all, you have to relax. Sex is more than just a physical act, it is also mental." He told her with an encouraging nod. "Are you ready to try again?"
"Yeah." She breathed out, settling herself in the cradle of his thighs and mentally prepped herself. Taking him in her hand once more, she gave his shaft a few teasing strokes and then wrapped her mouth around him.
He released a sigh of contentment as he slid snuggly into her mouth. "God, you don't know how good that feels, lass."
Spurred on by his words, she maneuvered herself over him, sucking down half of his length into her eager mouth as she diligently worked the remainder of him in her hand.
"God, that's it. So fucking good." The praise fell ceaselessly from his mouth to encourage her movements. "If you need to come for air, do it."
She released him from her mouth's hold, her mouth hovering over him as she sucked in gulp after gulp of air and then sheathed him inside the welcoming warmth of her mouth. Her jaw flexed to accommodate him in her mouth, her lips sliding over him rhythmically.
"Such a good girl. Look at you taking my cock down your tight little throat." He remarked with a throaty husk as he smoothed the hair at the top of her head encouragingly.
She moaned around him, her thighs clenching together as she pumped him inside her mouth.
"Do you think you can take more?" He wondered, his velvety accent dripping with carnal sin. "You've done so well so far." He patted her hair appreciatively, the stimulation she was making on his body building. "I can practically smell what it is doing to you. You love this. Does it make you wet having me sliding down your throat?"
She cried around him, the sound reverberating against his flesh. He angled his hips, curving them toward her mouth to guide her lower. "Do you have any idea how incredible you look between my thighs? Your mouth wrapped around me, your cunt aching to be filled from having me like this?"
She whimpered, her body trembling with need for him and faltering her movements. She doubled her efforts, rubbing herself against the mattress for relief as pushed him up inside her mouth.
"Christ, you take me so fucking well." He groaned, tightening his grip in her hair as she bobbed up and down his shaft, her breathing desperate as she sucked him down.
She lifted herself off of him for a momentary reprieve, her breathing rough and unsteady from holding him in her mouth. "Please." She pleaded with him, a broken sigh falling freely from her lips as she rubbed her sticky thighs together.
He smirked in amusement at her condition and titled his head backward. "Hop on love." He gently slapped his waist.
She looked up at him, her eyes bulging at the instruction. "I thought—" She stuttered. "I thought you understood I wasn't ready—"
"Try something new darling. It's called trust." He said, his face creasing with his urging words. "Do you trust me?"
She bit her lips and nodded, sinking back on her knees as her eyes fluttered underneath her long lashes.
"Then, come here." He beckoned her with the crook of his finger. He watched with hooded eyes as she climbed over him and straddled his thighs, her lower body brushing against his and trying his patience. He scrubbed his hand down his face, his lips twitching at the corners to hide his obvious delight in her actions.
Breathing out a shaky breath, he allowed himself a second or two to enjoy his cock being coated in her arousal. The warming wafting off her body and onto him was almost too much to take, any longer and he would be drawing her over his cock.
"Not like that, love." He gritted out, trying to restrain himself from taking her right then and there. "Turn around and place yourself on your knees."
She looked at him quizzically, a skeptical look in her innocent eyes. She grunted as she twisted her body around and positioned herself with a knee on either side of his body. "What now?" She asked impatiently, wriggling her hips slightly.
"Ever heard of 69 before, love?" He taunted sensually, his palm delicately brushing against the base of her spine to feel her quiver at his touch.
Her eyes widened, her mind spinning as she thought back to the words scribbled on the list that was now somewhere buried in the tangled sheets underneath them.
Taking her lapse of silence as ignorance to his question, he opened his mouth to provide her with the answer to his own question. "Let me enlighten you then." He jerked her toward him so that her hips were lined up with his mouth and her limbs were stretched across his body.
He sighed longingly at the sight of her cunt spread out and ready for him, the moisture dripping across her thighs invitingly. He swiped a finger between her quivering lips of her sex, the sticky wetness sliding along his finger and aiding him in his efforts only serving to further arouse his desire for her. "Fuck you're wet. Did sucking my cock do this to you, you naughty girl?"
She whined, nearly collapsing forward as he found her clit and rolled it with his fingers. "Please!" Emma bucked into his touch only to receive a firm hand against her back pushing her down.
"This aptly named position allows both partners to receive oral stimulation. It can be overwhelmingly intimate and requires active participation from both parties. But most of all, it is mutually beneficial and hot as hell having you in such a vulnerable position." He explained, petting her slick flesh.
"Does that sound appealing to you darling? I can tell from the way you are rubbing yourself against me that you are rather responsive to the idea." He grinned wickedly as she keened against him. "Quite eager aren't we?" He noted, drifting his hand from her sopping flesh. "There is one last rule you should be aware of—"
With wide eyes, she tensed above him, her fingers digging into the sheets underneath her.
"Don't stop and don't get greedy. No matter how good it feels, you don't let up to focus on your own pleasure. We are going to do this properly. So if you stop, I will stop, and then leave you with nothing. Is that clear?"
"Yes." Emma whined, tilting her hips expectantly.
"Ladies eat first." He arched a thick brow as he gently trailed his hand over the curve of her ass.
Tongue darting from her mouth to lick her lips, she narrowed her eyes and salivated at the sight of him hard and throbbing for her. Leaning forward, she breathed in deeply and slid her mouth over him, tears pricking her eyes as she enveloped him inside her.
"God. So fucking good. Ah. Good girl." He commended her efforts and rewarded her by sinking two fingers inside of her in one fluid motion.
Motivated by his praise, she deftly wrapped him in her fist, stroking him inside of her mouth vigorously. Saliva dribbled from the sides of her mouth, coating his length to propel the pace of her mouth against him.
Killian groaned, stretching himself and canting his hips for more as he pulsed his fingers in and out of her. Adjusting himself forward to grant him access to her, he angled his mouth over her swollen sex and flicked his tongue against her.
The sensation of his tongue made her cry out around him and caused her hips to roll against his attentions. Her mouth opened to take him in deeper of its own accord, the desire he was sparking from her fueling the rigorous bobbing over her head over his shaft.
He cursed against her drenched skin, the pace of his fingers faltering slightly at the obscene way she sucked him between her lips. Her appetite was as veracious as his was, his tongue bathing her cunt to the near frantic pace of her mouth on him and eagerly eating from her core.
Twisting his fingers inside of her, he crooked them toward himself to stroke the sensitive spot inside her he knew would send her over the edge. He swirled his tongue over her and closed his mouth over her clit.
Her limbs shook violently, her body thrashing as she sobbed around him and stroked him lazily in her mouth.
His hand shot out to hold her steady, pushing her flush against his mouth as he devoured her between his lips. He felt her walls seize and contract around his invading fingers, which were steadily ushering the demand of her pleasure.
She sobbed her release, blinking back the tears in her eyes as she slipped from his shaft.
His eyes flashed open, a growl emanating from his throat at her defiance and immediately withdrew his mouth. "Uh ah. Don't let go." He chastised, urging her back down. His eyes fluttered, his mouth parting as his fingers slowed against her and chased his own high.
The pleasure was intense, his cock swelling in her throat as she bobbed her mouth wildly over him to bring about his satisfying end. It was immense, a delirious sensation sweeping over him and claiming him as he jerked his hips into her mouth as he released himself down her throat.
She coughed, drinking him down her throat as she attempted to pry her mouth from his shaft to not choke on him.
"Keep going." He pushed her down, encouraging her to pull every last drop from his body and swallow it.
She could barely concentrate on not drowning on his come while continuing to thrust him into her mouth to completion. Once he was finally milked dry, she released him from her mouth while his body trembled with the aftershocks of his release.
Retracting his fingers from her depths, he fell backward into the mattress, sated and replete.
She slumped forward and lifted her leg over him before rolling herself flat onto her back. Her sweaty hair was matted to her forehead, the moisture vacant from her mouth as she licked the remnants of him from her lips. Flexing her jaw, she tried to gain some of the muscle back into her mouth from its prior activities.
"Hey—" He said softly, rolling himself onto his side and propping himself up onto his arm beside her as he brushed his knuckles against her heated skin. "What are you thinking about?"
A small smile graced her lips and she sighed wistfully before turning to face him, mirroring his own posture on the bed. "I'm thinking about how intense that was."
"A good intense or a bad intense?" He wondered, his voice gentle and tentative.
"Good. Always good." She let out a breathy laugh, her body shaking with obvious exhaustion.
"Good. I'm glad." He smirked, his eyebrow arched in slight arrogance. "You look tired, and dare I say, a little out of it. Why don't you say we take a nap?" He suggested, earning him a nod of agreement from her.
He prompted her to turn around and place her back against his chest, their sweat-slicked bodies molding against each other as his hands slipped around her to hold her in place.
They must have drifted off to sleep because when she woke it was to the feel of the bed dipping underneath her. Turning around groggily, she slipped her hands underneath her head and saw her professor sitting on the edge of the bed to push his shoes back onto his feet. His coat was already returned to his shoulders and his scarf around his neck just as it was when he had showed up on her doorstep.
"Hey—" She sighed sleepily, her voice gruff from sleep. "Leaving already?"
He smiled to himself and twisted his head to look at her. "I don't mean to fuck and leave, but I have a class to prepare for tomorrow." He reminded her. "I was going to wake you before I left—" He assured her.
"There wouldn't happen to be a socially and sexually awkward blonde that sits in the front row of this class, is there?" She supposed playfully.
"No. However, there is a rather delectable studious blonde that I fancy." He supplied humorously as he tied the laces of his boots. "She is quite remarkable when she comes to." He added for effect.
"Is that so?" She played along, her lips twitching in amusement.
"Wicked talented with her tongue she is." He grunted slightly as he tied the last knot into place and stood up from the bed to face her. "To be continued?" He asked with a raised brow.
"I'll let you know." She told him before leaning in to fist his sweater in her hand and pull his lips to hers.
He grinned against her lips and left them drift from hers. "Like I said before, it's your choice. You can change your mind at any time, but when you are ready — I will be ready and willing." He created a gap between them, his eyes searching hers. He could clearly see the hesitation in her eyes and decided to not press the matter further.
"If you have any more questions or concerns about anything else on that list, just give me a shout, aye?" He gently grabbed the back of her head and brought her forehead to his lips. "See you in class tomorrow."
She watched with a slight pout as he backed away, already missing the comfort the presence of his body provided her. There were no further words exchanged between them, only the sound of the door closing with a faint click behind him.
Gathering the sheets, she wrapped herself in a warm cocoon and threw herself against the mattress. He hadn't pressured her, and from their earlier conversations, his interest and desire for her was apparent despite her mile high walls. There was part of her that wanted to let him in, to give herself completely over to him, but there was something deep down inside that held her back.
Apprehension aside, she knew there was a choice she had to make.
Her eyes darted about the room, staring absentmindedly on the empty walls, void of an unnecessary amount of decoration when her eyes fell upon a crumpled up piece of paper on the nightstand beside the bed. Wriggling in her nest, she scooted toward her, her head cocked curiously to the side as she inched toward it.
Her eyes widened sharply at the familiar penmanship and bold words formed on the page. However, there was a difference — an obvious change popping out at her like a neon sign.
-Blow Job
-Vaginal Sex
-Cowgirl
-Sixty-Nine
-Doggie-Style
-Bareback
-Anal Fingering
-Anal Sex
-Edging
-Rimming
-Felching
-Bondage
-Mutual Masturbation
-Queening
She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and chewed at it nervously as she took stock of the remaining sexual acts on the piece of paper. That's when an idea popped into her mind and she flung open the drawer to retrieve a pen from it.
If he could make a list of all of the things he wanted to do to her, she was sure he wouldn't mind if she added a few of her own onto the list — that's if they continued on with this nameless whatever the hell this was.
She dropped the pen before committing something to the list and took the paper in her hands. Pushing herself onto her back, she stared at the page, her eyes roaming over each word and questioning if she was capable of performing each one.
What the hell was she going to do?
AN- Yes, things aren't quite resolved yet but it is getting there. I decided to highlight how important communication is between yourself and your sexual partner(s). It is one of the most important aspects of a sexual relationship along with trust. If you can't talk about sex with them you probably shouldn't be doing it. Just think about that. This theme will play out a little bit more throughout the fic so stay tuned for that.
Just a reminder, I am still in school so I don't have much time to write and whatever little I do get is interrupted by my boyfriend, who I have yelled at more than I would care to admit lately. He is pretty pissed at me today so give this some love? See you guys next time.