Relationships/Tags: Emma/Hook

I wanted to get this up, but Emma's snarky comments inspired me to write a follow-up chapter that will absolutely focus on just how Hook and Killian teach her to use her mouth properly. Keep an eye out.

"We should wash these as well," Hook purred, looping a finger into the scrap of fabric between her legs and pulling them aside, his nose rubbing along her folds and nudging her clit, "they're sopping wet, darling."

"Yeah, you tend to...to do that to me," Emma groaned, biting her lip as his tongue darted out taste her, the knot of denim that had been clinging to her foot dropping onto the tiled floor below as her legs jerked.

He dragged his tongue slowly along the edges of her sex, tasting her pink skin, flushed and dewy with the arousal that he'd drawn from her. Her thighs quivered around him, the steady vibration of the washer traveling through each point of contact his body made with it as he leaned over his wife and savored the sweet tang of her spread delectably before him.

"Do you know how enticing that is?" he moaned into her, his words muffled as she pushed forward, grinding her wet skin against him, seeking out more – something he gladly gave her, his tongue sweeping up and pressing firmly into her clit, lips closing and sucking it between them. "To know that the mere whisper of my desires in your ear is enough to have you wet and needy, your body readying itself for me, Emma?"

She knotted her fingers into his hair, disheveled and silver and just long enough that its edges splayed across her skin as he buried his mouth more desperately into her core, his tongue flicking over her taut bundle of nerves until she was bucking against him, the washer thumping into the wall as she chased that coil of pleasure that was writhing and pulsing urgently inside of her.

His groans were silenced against her skin, her hands anchored in his tousled locks as he devoured her, the sound of her panties tearing barely registering as he released the torn fabric and slid two of his fingers easily within her, her walls clamping around them as he found the swollen, ribbed place inside of her that had curses pouring from her mouth as she arched on top of the washing machine, her legs drawing up as she fought for each sensation that rolled over her.

"Gods, love, just like that," he hissed, pumping and dragging his fingers in and out of her as she shook. "There's nothing more beautiful than watching you come undone, Emma – trembling around me. Don't hold back..."

Emma keened helplessly, caught between wanting that wash of pleasure her orgasm would bring and never wanting it to end, but it was roaring to life within her, his fingers firm and unrelenting as he stroked her nearer to that edge that would steal away every thread of her control.

"Let it take you, love. Don't fight it," he purred, the solid weight of his hook suddenly pressed to the back of her knee, forcing both of her legs farther away from him, her swollen, dripping sex framed by her thighs as he growled and dove back in, lapping mercilessly at her clit while he fucked her with his fingers, her walls tightening.

She lost all sense of herself, the pads of his fingers pulling spikes of pleasure from her body, and unable to move, she was helpless as her orgasm tore through her – blinding and suffocating as she convulsed, his ministrations never ceasing as a flood of wetness poured from her, her cries heightening as he abandoned her clit and swallowed her release down, her core pulsing hotly as she shook beneath that wave of ecstasy his mouth prolonged.

The release of her legs dragged her from the pleasurable fog that had settled over her, her eyes flickering to her husband as he stood, his lips swollen and red, scruff that was mostly silver these days glistening with the evidence of her orgasm as his fingers tugged impatiently at his jeans, nearly tearing them open as he shoved them lower on his hips and freed his aching cock, stepping back so she could enjoy the sight of him in his entirety – shaft red and thick, veins tracing his skin that she knew was as smooth as velvet, his head swollen and dark, glistening with precum as he wrapped his fingers around himself and stroked upward, the movement tugging at his balls hanging heavily below.

"Tell me I can have you, darling," he hissed, head rolling back and highlighting the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed, a glimmer of arousal running from his slit and tracing down the hard ridge beneath, lost in the desperate glide of his hand and skin.

"Always," she breathed, her voice raspy as she pushed herself up with arms that felt heavy as lead, the washer still churning beneath her as she perched on its edge, the laundry room shifting on its axis. "I'm yours, always."

He was on top of her with a possessive growl of satisfaction, her skin dragging just on the good side of painful as he pulled her bottom off the edge, his fingers digging into the soft swell of her hip, torn scraps of lace rough between them as he angled the head of his cock against her center. She whimpered as he parted her folds, her walls stretching gloriously around him as he pushed into her, every inch of her slick and grasping, pulling him in deeper.

"Bloody hell, " he groaned, watching as his shaft disappeared into her, her flushed skin stretching to accommodate him as he filled her, reveling in the hot warmth of her walls that were still swollen and sensitive from her release. "So tight around me, love..."

Emma fought the urge to simply collapse into the feeling of having him entirely inside of her, instead watching greedily as he withdrew slowly, her body clinging to every inch of him, her arousal slick and shining along his velvet length.

"Fuck, I love watching you fill me up," she groaned, his swollen head slipping from her folds almost completely before he angled his hips and thrust back in, the both of them shuddering at the wave of pleasure. "Take me, Jones...harder."

"I think I can manage that, darling," he ground out, his hand and brace urging her to wrap her legs around his hips as he lifted her, pulling her into his embrace from the washer and walking carefully toward the wall, her weight sheathing him to the hilt in her scorching heat.

"Yes," she hissed, bouncing in his arms and making his steps falter, her mouth latching onto his neck and sucking as her back hit the laundry room door, the hinges rattling as he leaned into her, nudging her face to the side to gain access to her lips, hot breaths shared between them.

"Is this what you want, Emma?" He withdrew and thrust solidly into her, the door bouncing behind her as he bottomed out, his strong arms supporting her just enough that she dropped back onto his thick length with every stroke. "To be fucked so hard you'll feel the ache of me tomorrow?"

"Please," she moaned, her thighs clenching around him as his hips pistoned, his pace picking up, the sounds of their wet bodies slapping together drowned out by the rattle of the door and the noise of the washing machine, each powerful thrust of his hips forcing the head of his cock against the end of her. She threaded her fingers forcefully through his hair, carding his silver locks back as she tilted his head and crashed against his lips, teeth clashing as they rocked and bounced together.

"Gods, you take me so well, Emma," he mumbled against her mouth, his lips pulling back into an overwhelmed pant as her core clenched tightly around him, her walls fluttering with the beginning of her release "...squeeze me so tight. Come for me, darling, let me feel you let go before I give you what you need."

Words that weren't words tumbled from her lips, her head falling back as he gripped her tightly and pounded into her, his own noises of pleasure mounting as her legs tightened around him, her feet digging into wherever she could hold on as she writhed in his arms, using her weight to bounce more heavily against where he was impaling her. With a last, desperate gasp she pushed against him, her body arching into the door behind her as her orgasm washed over her, snapping and whipping through her like a storm, her arms and legs tingling as she shook.

"Beautiful," he murmured against her skin, "so beautiful..."

His thrusts slowed as he worked her through the last waves of her pleasure, his own release tightening almost painfully as his cock dragged along her grasping depths, her legs grinding against his hips as he buried himself in her heat. He could feel it raging in his gut, pressure building and desperate, his breath rushing free on a low growl as he finally pushed her roughly up the door, his legs straining as he sheathed himself achingly deep, his seed pumping against her womb and sliding back down his length as he throbbed, dripping deliciously from her folds and painting where they were joined.

Emma moaned, her weight slipping in his arms as she clung to him, cheek damp as she pressed it to his skin. He stepped back tentatively, feeling the uneven softness of piled laundry beneath his boots as he lowered her to the floor, his cock softening and slipping from her as she sought her own footing.

"Next time you offer to help with the laundry, I'll have to remember what that entails, darling," he teased, dark eyebrows rising playfully as he swept his tongue along his teeth, eyes drifting to where his release was trickling down her thigh.

"Is that a complaint?" Emma quipped, her lips twisted into a smile as she reached for one of her dirty shirts to use for clean up. "Because I can offer to help less..."

"Oh no, not a complaint, love," he insisted, tucking himself back into his jeans and popping the button through. "Just an observation that I'll need to look into replacement hinges for the door if you help too often – I"m not sure it can withstand another one of your urges to be...productive."

"Maybe if you weren't so good at fucking me against it..."

"Now, that sounds like a complaint," he whispered, hook pulling her roughly against his body as the words ghosted past her ear, the scratch of his stubble sending another twinge of desire through her core. "Do you remember what happens to mouthy, unappreciative lasses?"

Emma gulped and shook her head, eyes widening as she squirmed against him, knowing that they wouldn't go again so soon – didn't have the time – but already anticipating where this thread of promise was going to lead.

"Perhaps when Killian gets back I'll have to have him remind you, love, and then you can spend the rest of the night apologizing with that impertinent little mouth of yours."

Emma moaned her approval, thoughts of what she'd had planned for the rest of the day disappearing as she imagined just how busy her night was going to be.