Please note, this story is strictly 18+ because of strong sexual themes...please do not read if you don't like that kind of stuff or you're too young!
Chapter One
"'Night Mom, 'night Killian," Henry muttered as he left the living room and slowly trudged upstairs to his room.
"'Night kid!" Emma called after him.
"Goodnight Henry," Killian added.
The moment he was gone, the couple on the sofa changed positions, sprawling the full length of it and snuggling up close together. For Henry's sake, not wanting to embarrass the kid, they tried to keep their displays of affection rather chaste when they were around him.
Not that they became celibate or anything during the weeks he lived with them, but they did try to be a bit more subtle about it. And, in the privacy of their bedroom, they made some attempt to keep things down to a minimum.
Killian was lying on his back as Emma tucked herself into his side. She threw her leg over his and leaned across him to reach the TV remote and began channel surfing in search of something else to watch now that Henry had finished boring them with three episodes of classic Doctor Who that he had recently become obsessed with.
"So, I believe someone has a birthday coming up?" Killian began, smiling down at where she rested her head on his chest as he played with a strand of her hair.
"Ooh! You're right!" she gasped with childish excitement as she slapped his chest with her hand.
"Bloody hell, woman!" he muttered as he frowned at her and rubbed his chest.
"Sorry," she lightly kissed the spot and then his scruffy chin. "I'm just excited that I might actually get to enjoy a birthday this year. The last few years have been too chaotic in this town and before I came here," she shrugged, "I was always alone."
He glanced at the infomercial on the TV, the channel she had landed on, frowning slightly as he wondered how anyone could talk for so long about a damn floor mop! "Well," he turned his attention back to her, brushing her hair back behind her ear as he kissed her forehead, "what would my wife like to do for her birthday?" he wondered. This would be her first birthday as a married woman. And as his beloved wife, he intended to spoil her.
"Hmm," she hummed in thought as she considered her options. The world was their oyster these days. The town was calm, there was no curse on the town line, they could go anywhere they fancied. "How about we go away for the weekend somewhere. Just the two of us. What do you think?"
He arched one perfect eyebrow. "A weekend alone with my incredible wife? Oh, I reckon I could probably handle that," he teased with a wink.
Emma jabbed her elbow into his side at his teasing and frowned. "Gee, don't sound too excited by it, will you!"
He leant forward and kissed her softly, making her giggle. "A weekend alone with you would be delightful. Now, where would m'lady like me to escort her?"
Emma shrugged. "Not sure. We can't go too far because we'd have to be back by Sunday evening for work on Monday. Hopefully we could leave Friday afternoon though."
Killian smiled and wrapped his arms around her as they got more comfortable on the couch together. "So long as we're together, love, I'll take you anywhere you should wish to go."
"Maybe," she began, biting on her bottom lip as she mentally debated over the idea she'd had. "How about we go somewhere with a bit of nightlife? I haven't been out dancing in so long and it might be fun for a change?"
"Dancing?" he asked, rather surprised by her suggestion.
"Yes, and don't try and convince me you have no idea what I'm talking about, because we've danced together before."
"Aye, we've waltzed at a ball, in elegant situations. I hardly know what to call the style that this realm considers dancing!" he scowled.
"Party pooper!" she sulked. "It will be fun. We can go to a club, get a little tipsy. I'll dress up all sexy for you and we can dance together. You really don't want me grinding up against you on the dance floor?"
"Define dressing up sexy?" he asked, a little more open to the idea.
She grinned and lifted herself up a bit, half rolling on top of him so she could see him better. "I'll find out one of my old dresses. The kind I used to wear on my honey trap missions to capture skips. It will be bright red...or black, short, just barely covering my ass and very, very slinky," she added, lowering her voice to a husky tone before leaning in and kissing him soundly. "And then we get to return to a swanky hotel room and we can have rampant, filthy sex all night," she told him and watched him intently for his expression.
A smile slowly grew on his face. "You promise?"
Emma nodded, the smile still on her face.
"Fine," he sighed, giving in to her.
"Cool! I'll book us a hotel. And it's the perfect weekend because Henry will be with Regina and it's our weekend off anyway and...Killian..." she squeaked when he suddenly grabbed her and rolled her beneath him on the sofa.
"Want to go upstairs and practice some of that filthy sex?" he asked, before diving in and kissing her thoroughly.
Emma chuckled when he pulled back and glanced towards the ceiling. "Just...give the kid a bit longer to fall asleep," she told him, going back in to kiss him again as he pressed his hips against hers, letting her know he was ready right now.
Over the next few days, Emma searched online and booked them into in a hotel in Boston's city centre, close to the nightlife, for two nights. She was really looking forward to the weekend. Three days alone with her husband. The privacy of a hotel room to enjoy one another in. A chance to show Killian the city where she had once lived. Not to mention the shopping opportunities the city offered.
There would be able to enjoy romantic meals out together as well as the chance to let her hair down and have the kind of night out she hadn't had in a long time. Although it was likely to be an entirely different kind of night with her husband in tow, rather than out alone on the hunt for the latest skip assignment or on the odd occasion where she'd been hoping to hook up with someone for the night. She was sure it would also be much more enjoyable being there with Killian.
He was was rather looking forward to the weekend as well. Admittedly a lot of that was due to the kind of outfits she'd promised to wear and the assurance that there would be an abundance of sex happening. But mostly he was just looking forward to having her to himself for an entire weekend with no threat of interruptions and seeing her relaxed and happy.
On the Friday afternoon they managed to escape work a couple of hours early and sailed the Jolly Roger into Boston harbour, having decided to save time and gas by taking the ship rather than the car. After She was safely secured, they took a cab to their hotel, quickly checked in and eagerly headed up to their room.
Once the door to their hotel room closed behind them, Emma dropped her bag and dived onto the huge bed, covered in crisp white linens. She sighed contently as she spread herself out and then rolled onto her back, kicking off her boots. "These pillows are amazing!" she said, burrowing her head into one and squishing the others in her arms.
Killian watched her in amusement as she rolled around the bed and he set down the rest of their luggage. Being a gentleman, he had insisted on carrying most of the bags, and her being a typical woman, he deemed that she had packed far too much for a two night stay. As he was hanging up his jacket and picking her boots up, she muttered something about needing the bathroom and darted in there whilst he wandered towards the window to see the view.
When she returned, she sprawled herself on the bed again and he turned to look at her. "Why are buildings so damn tall in every city?" he asked her.
Emma shrugged, plumping the pillow beneath her head. "Kind of limited on space in a city. They don't have the room to build larger buildings out, so they go up," she told him.
"Right," he moved away from the window. "So, did we come here to laze about on the bed? I thought we were we going out?" he asked, watching her get herself comfortable and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"We are," she sighed. "I booked a restaurant for dinner tonight, but not until seven."
"Seven? But it's only four now! What are we supposed to do for the next three hours?" he wondered.
"Seriously babe? You can't think of anything that we could do for the next couple of hours in our private hotel room in this big, comfortable bed!" she chuckled at him.
He rolled his eyes at her and leant down to kiss her. "Well, I know we can always do that, but I didn't know if you wanted to...jump in straight away."
"When we're alone and it comes to you, I always want to jump in," she grinned and pulled him down on top of her, devouring his mouth with an intense kiss.
The pair made fast work of removing one another's clothes and proceeded to make good use of that huge bed and the next couple of hours, until they had to begin getting ready for their dinner date.
Their meal was delicious and the venue fancy as they enjoyed champagne with their decadent food, a little treat since they were celebrating her birthday this weekend. He'd even arranged for a cake with candles to be brought to their table. After they'd eaten, they took a walk through Boston Common back to their hotel. Killian had given Emma his jacket when she'd shivered in her strappy little dress as the pair walked on, hand in hand.
"Fancy a drink before bed?" Emma asked, seeing that the hotel bar was still open in the lobby when they got back.
"Sure. Why not?" he agreed.
The pair of them sat at a small table, Killian with his two shots of rum – a creature of habit! Whilst Emma enjoyed a cosmopolitan.
"If I didn't know you better, I might think you were trying to get me drunk," Killian teased as he swirled his drink in the glass.
"Please," Emma snorted. "My pirate can hold his liqueur." She patted his chest.
"That he can," he finished his drink. "So, dancing tomorrow night?" he asked, checking their plans.
"Uh huh," Emma nodded and swallowed her mouthful of drink. "It will be fun. And you'll like what I plan to wear," she promised him.
"Hmm," he murmured, not quite so sure about that. He knew his wife would look hot in anything, but he was not looking forward to the extra attention she might receive. "How about the rest of the day? What do you want to do?" he wondered.
"Don't worry about it, we'll just play it by ear and do whatever takes our fancy," she smiled and picked up her glass to drain her drink.
"I know what I fancy right now," he said as he arched one perfect eyebrow and rubbed her bare knee.
"And what would that be?" she asked, leaning in closer and sliding her hand rather high up on his thigh.
"How about I take you upstairs? I'm kind of better at showing, than telling," he murmured softly to her and took her hand, kissing the back of it.
"Let's go!" Emma got to her feet, grabbed his jacket that she'd slipped off and the pair of them hurried back to their room.
Emma was woken by the soft brush of warm lips against her bare shoulder the following morning. She smiled to herself and moaned softly as she playfully shrugged him off because it tickled, something he was well aware of. He chuckled low behind her and shifted to wrap his arm around her middle, as well as the mountain of duvet and sheets that she had stolen in the night, leaving him with just a sheet that only reached his hips. They still hadn't gotten much better with their sleeping habits.
"Morning," he murmured and kissed the back of her neck.
Emma moaned in reply, still half asleep and not wanting to get up just yet – she would never be a morning person. She sighed and stretched as she rolled onto her back and faced him. "Hey," she smiled at him and rubbed her eyes.
"Hey," he snorted and lowered his head to kiss her softly. "Did you sleep okay?" he asked.
"Too hot!" she grumbled, kicking at the blankets.
"Then maybe if you weren't such a pilfering thief and didn't steal all the blankets!" he muttered, dragging the duvet from her. She pouted him at him as he smirked and delivered a soft kiss to her lips. "I'll be right back," he told her and darted to the bathroom. Just as he was about to climb back into bed with her, there was a knock at their room door. "What the hell?" he frowned, looking towards the door and then back to Emma, slightly bemused, wondering why anyone would be disturbing them here.
"That will just be room service with our breakfast. I ordered it last night," she told him, pulling herself up in bed, making sure to cover her nudity with the sheets. "Can you get it, babe?" she asked him with a sweet smile.
With a playful roll of his eyes, he grabbed a robe to cover himself before going to answer the door.
The pair of them ate their breakfast in bed – pancakes for two with syrup and a side of bacon as well as pastries and a pot of coffee. Whilst they ate, Emma told him the story of the last time she had been out for a meal in Boston, right before Henry had shown up at her apartment door all those years ago. He was especially impressed to hear she had bashed the guys head against his own steering wheel for what he said to her.
"See, I always knew you were a tough lass," he grinned at her as he got up to move the breakfast tray from the bed, setting it on the desk out of the way.
"I was just pissed off with the little shit," she corrected him.
"Do you ever miss it?" he wondered, returning to the bed and leaning against the pillows again. "That life you had before Henry found you? Being a bail bonds person...woman and living in the city?"
Emma looked at him rather incredulously. "Are you seriously asking me if I miss a life of living alone, having no one who cared about me and chasing down scum like that guy on a daily basis?"
He shrugged. "It was probably more preferable to dealing with monsters, curses and dark ones on a daily basis like we were." He genuinely seemed unsure of her answer, like he didn't realise just how happy and settled she was now.
"Killian," she cuddled into his side, tucking her head beneath his chin, "even with all the magical chaos we were dealing with, I wouldn't trade the life I have now for anything. I not only found my parents and my son, I found my true love as well. I got to marry my best friend. And now I get live with my loving husband and have my family around me and, perhaps one day, create our own little family too," she smirked up at him. He grinned in response to her words and kissed the top of her head.
"So, no regrets at all?" he checked.
Emma shrugged. "None. I know that living in a small town may have a few drawbacks sometimes with everyone knowing your business and not getting much privacy, but I wouldn't go back to what I had. I have never been happier or felt as loved and safe as I do in this life we're building together."
He smiled to himself and nudged her head with his chin, getting her to raise her face to his so that he could claim her lips in a kiss. His tongue ran along her lips, requesting entry and she let him in, kissing him deeply, tasting the sweetness of the syrup and the bitterness of coffee on each other, which created a rather heady mix.
His kisses tumbled from her mouth when they pulled apart to breathe, continuing down her jaw, her neck and out to her collar bone. "Hmm...you dripped some syrup," he murmured, noticing the spot on the curve of her breast and licked it off, bright blue eyes flicking up to hers as he did so.
She smiled at him and tangled her fingers in his hair as he pushed the robe she had worn whilst they ate breakfast, open, revealing her body to him once more. "Killian..." she sighed his name. The softness of his lips, the warmth of his tongue and the scratchiness of his stubble against her sensitive skin was tantalising, creating jolts of desire within her.
"I think perhaps I need to check for more, you might have dripped syrup everywhere," he smirked and tugged her down lower in the bed, making her squeal with laughter. Once he had her sprawled flat on her back and pushed the robe off her shoulders, she pulled her arms free and slid it out from beneath her, kicking it from the bed. His kisses followed a trail down her body until his warm, wet tongue was circling her hardening nipple.
His lips encased the hardened bud as his hand found the other one, giving them both the kind of attention that had her moaning and arching her body against him within moments. He knew just how to work her, how soft or hard to lick, suck and nibble. Emma closed her eyes, allowing herself to become completely lost in the sensations he was creating as she ran her fingers through his hair.
After a few minutes of worshipping her breasts, he moved lower, kissing and licking a path down her skin, around her belly button and his tongue sliding against her hip bone until he shoved the duvet aside and lay on his front, between her legs. Emma spread her legs further as he slid his hand and wrist under her backside, lifting her slightly into a better angle for him.
"I don't think you'll find any spilt syrup down there," she said between soft sighs and panted breaths.
"I like to be thorough," he replied, glancing up at her and meeting her eye before lowering his head and burying his face within her most intimate area.
His tongue flicked against her clit just the way he knew she liked it. When his tongue dipped inside of her, tasting her, she moved her legs over his shoulder, allowing him to remove his hand from beneath her as he slid two fingers inside of her, pumping them gently. He alternated between licking her in long and insistent strokes and flicking the tip of his tongue against her clit again, the actions making her moan out loud as she grasped hold of his hair. Her hips moved against him, bucking forwards, wanting, needing more of him.
His hand and mouth worked her towards the edge and then held back. "Killian," she sighed his name. "Please..." she begged him to stop teasing, to keep going. "Yes, right there!" she whimpered when he hit the spot where she needed him most. She clamped her eyes shut, allowing feel to take over as he pushed her over the edge already, crying out his name and tightening her thighs around his head.
Killian sat back, feeling pretty smug with himself as he watched her ride out her orgasm – to him there was no sight sexier. When she opened her eyes, he gave her a smile and shrugged off his own robe, revealing his erection ready to go as she held her hand out to him.
"Come here," she gestured with her head, pulling him up towards her.
He crawled up on his knees and settled between her legs where he slipped easily inside her wet heat. He lay flush against her as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, relishing in the feel of his weight on her and fevered skin on skin. His hand cupped her cheek as his arm slid beneath her shoulders, holding each other in a tight embrace as they enjoyed long deep kisses, tongues slipping against tongues, allowing her to taste herself on him, all the time remaining buried deep within her, his cock twitching, eager to move.
He kissed her once more and then eased up onto his forearms, giving himself room to move. He withdrew his hot length almost all of the way out of her, before thrusting back in, repeating the action, finding a steady and persistent pace. She moved her hips against him, returning his deliberate thrusts, meeting him half way as she ground her sensitive spot against him, increasing the friction.
They kissed intermittently, eyes staring into one another's with an intense gaze as pleasure flowed through them both, until he dropped his head to her neck and his movements became faster, chasing his release as he felt her begin to tighten around him. Her mouth fell open, her breaths coming short and fast and he raised his head again, knowing she was about to come apart and he wanted to watch her.
Emma moaned and shifted her hips, grasping hold of his backside as she allowed the passion to overcome her and she called out his name once more, clamping her eyes shut as she came hard. Killian could feel every pulse against his cock.
"Emma," he panted her name as he neared his own completion. "Fuck...Emma," he groaned as it finally overtook him and he spilled inside of her, moaning as he continued to move until he was completely spent.
He didn't move for a few moments, his breath coming in hot pants against her neck as she lowered her legs and ran her hands up and down his damp back, kissing the top of his head and attempted to calm her own breathing and heart rate.
Eventually he slipped from within her and rolled onto his back beside her, the pair of them naked, sweaty and sated, the duvet and robes kicked from the bed in a heap on the floor. After a short time, he turned to cuddle up against her, resting his head on her breast as he wrapped an arm around her, both of them perfectly content in the moment.
The couple dozed for a short while, basking in the afterglow. Until Emma slithered from his embrace and left the bed to use the bathroom. She returned a couple of minutes later with a glass of cold water for them both. Killian pulled himself up a bit as he took the glass from her with a thanks and she chugged her own water before setting it down.
She crawled back onto the bed, laying on her stomach beside him, her knees bent with her feet in the air, bobbing above her perfectly naked backside. She propped herself up on her forearms, facing Killian who was splayed on his back, his head on the pillows, facing each other.
"So, can I ask you something I've often wondered about?" she asked.
"What?" he asked, slightly wary from the look she was giving him as he reached out to brush hair from her face with his blunted wrist.
She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, trying to figure out how to ask what was on her mind, knowing it was rather personal. "I was just curious..." she paused, feeling herself flush already. "Do you...ever, you know," she shrugged a shoulder, "...pleasure yourself?"
He laughed. "That's something you often wonder about?" he asked, rather incredulous.
She dipped her head, blushing slightly. "Well, maybe not often, but...I've thought about it. And I know you touch yourself during our love making, which made me wonder if you do it in private too?"
Seeing her becoming flustered about it, he decided to humour her. After all, it was hardly something he was ashamed of. "By 'pleasure myself', I take it you mean masturbation? Jerking off? Having a wank? Choking the chicken? Beating-"
"What the hell did you do?" Emma cut him off with wide eyes, "find an entire book of masturbation slang or something?"
"You taught me how to use the internet, love," he replied with a wink.
"Huh, remind me to put the parental control on the laptop when we get home," she muttered to herself. "So, do you? And it's not like I'm going to get all offended on you and think I'm not enough for you or that you're not satisfied, because I know we have a great sex life and everything, I just…" she shrugged again.
Killian chuckled, still a little bemused by her question. ""That we do, love. Fine, yes, occasionally I do. All men do and if they say they don't, they're probably lying."
"So I've heard," she mumbled. "So, when you do...what do you think about? Do you think about me?"
He raised one eyebrow as he glanced up at the ceiling for a moment and ran his hand through his hair. "Wow...and the intimate questions keep coming!"
"What? I can't ask my husband intimate questions?" she acted offended, even though she knew she was possibly overstepping a mark here.
"You can ask me anything you like, love. I'm just wondering where this is coming from?"
"I don't know," she shyly ducked her head and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I just...I was...it's not something we've talked about before. I mean, we've talked about sex and we know what each other likes and all that, but…" she paused as she glanced up at him again and took his hand, playing with his fingers and his wedding band, "I want to know everything, all your secrets."
Killian smiled to himself, secretly pleased that she wanted to share this level of intimacy with him, knowing that having frank conversations about sexual desires could only strengthen their marriage. "Emma," he rolled onto his side, so that his face was close to hers. "There was an entire year that we were apart. You had no memory of me, but I was already harbouring pretty deep feelings for you. Even though I didn't think I would never see you again, I had no interest in being with anyone else. But a man still has needs. So, aye, I thought of you and pleasured myself, as you so politely called it, quite frequently."
Emma nibbled on her bottom lip again and looked up at him. "I can really ask you anything? We're really doing this? Sharing all this stuff, right?" she checked.
He nodded. "This is a safe place between us. All secrets shared."
"Okay, then I want to know...how did you think of me? I mean...what images or thoughts really got you going?"
He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment as he remembered those days before he had a regular sex life with his true love. "Honestly, just imagining you feeling the same way about me, wanting to be with me and enjoying a damn good shag together was enough."
"You didn't get all creative then?" she sounded almost disappointed.
He smirked to himself as those thoughts came back to him. "Oh, believe me, I had a few scenarios up here," he said as he tapped the side of his head with his wrist. "I think my favourite took place in Neverland, when we were all there together. I'd left the group and gone off to bathe in a lake. You followed me and hid as you secretly watched me, with my cock in my hand. I knew you were there though...and eventually you'd creep out from the bushes and take over for me, before you got down on your knees and took me in your mouth."
"Wow," Emma whispered, feeling a little flustered at the vision he was conjuring. Her core tightened with need for him again, even though she'd just had him.
"There was another one I liked," he began, getting into their conversation now. "I'd walk in to my cabin and find you naked and spread out on my bed, ready and waiting for me to have my wicked way with you. You'd allow me to do anything I pleased."
"Really?" she asked. A small smile grew on her lips as she dropped her head to his chest for a moment. "Sounds fun," she commented.
"Mm, hmm," he mumbled, brushing back her hair that fell in a curtain over her face. "How about you? I presume, on occasion, that you pleasure yourself too. Have you ever thought of me when you do that?"
Emma looked up and blushed. "Yes," she whispered an admittance. "Not that I need to touch myself so much these days, you keep me very sexually satisfied," she spoke with praise of him.
"Good to know." He looked most proud of himself, relieved even.
"But, yes. I may have fantasised about you and gotten...aroused, even before we got together. And now, sometimes, especially if I am anticipating a night alone with you, I do it. Usually in the shower."
"And what do you picture?" he asked, curious to know.
Emma shrugged one shoulder. "Usually I just revisit some of our best...encounters together. Like, remember on our honeymoon? When we had dinner on the deck of your ship and then we had sex on the table?"
"Aye, I remember that event quite frequently," he grinned.
"Well, that's quite a common memory for me. But to be honest, a lot of moments from our honeymoon pops into my head at any opportune or sometimes, inopportune moments," she chuckled.
"That was a damn fine trip," he remembered.
"Uh huh," she agreed. "It sure was!"
"Wait, are you telling me that our best sex only occurs when we're not home?" he wondered.
"Oh, no!" she shook her head. "We've had some sizzling, mind blowing sex in our bedroom. Or the kitchen or the shower," she grinned at him. "We had a particularly fantastic night between the sheets when we got engaged, the second time," she reminded him. "Our wedding night, when we finally got to it, was rather energetic. Or just a few weeks back, on the kitchen counter," she recalled with a slight laugh. She pictured their kitchen back home, knowing that if anyone became aware of what sometimes went on in there, they'd never eat at their house again!
He nodded. "We're good together and we've definitely had some intense, fiery sex."
"We are very good and every time with you is enjoyable. I mean, you always get the job done, if you know what I mean? I am more than satisfied with our sex life."
Killian looked over at her and then reached forward to kiss her lips, tongues making a quick appearance as he cupped her cheek. She moaned as he pulled back and pecked his lips lightly.
"I have more questions," she started, taking hold of his hand and toying with his wedding band again. She loved to see it on his finger, indicating to all that he was taken, that his love was all for her.
"Are these questions more of the sexual variety?" he wondered.
"You don't mind, do you?" she wondered. He had said he was willing to share everything with her, but maybe she was pushing it a bit here.
He shook his head. "I don't mind at all, Swan. I'm still not sure where this is coming from, but I think I'm starting to see where it is going."
She gave him a wide, happy grin. "Do you have any secret sexual fantasies? Or just something you've been curious about and would maybe like to try or that you just enjoy imagining? Is there anything we've never done that you would like to try?" she wondered. "Although, be warned," she put her hand on his chest before he could reply, "if you say a threesome, just know that I am likely to get very possessive. I am not sharing you with anyone."
"Duly noted!" he laughed and then thought about it for a moment. "Besides, been there, done that. It's honestly not as enjoyable as people think!"
"Wait, what?" She snapped her head up and slapped his arm.
He smirked. "Oh, I'm talking years and years back, before Neverland, before...Milah," he said her name quietly. "There might have been the odd occasion when at least a couple of wenches would come back to my cabin with me after a long drinking session. But, it all just gets confusing when you add more people. There's too many hands everywhere, too much to concentrate on and too many demands to satisfy to really enjoy anything yourself." He shrugged rather nonchalantly, as though it was nothing.
Emma just stared at him, rather amazed he felt that way. Wasn't that said to be most guys top fantasy? "Oh," she muttered. "Well, that's good, because I never did learn how to share well. But, how about any other fantasy in that sexy head of yours?"
Killian snorted softly as he flipped onto his back again and ran his hand over his face with a sigh. "Emma, not that this conversation isn't...interesting, but where is all this coming from? Are you trying to tell me you're bored with our sex life?"
"What?" she shrieked. "Of course not! Didn't I just tell you I was more than satisfied?" She sounded almost insulted he would suggest such a thing. "I just thought...whilst we were alone with no interruptions and...well, don't you think it's exciting to talk about this stuff with the one you love?" she asked him curiously. When he didn't respond, she quickly continued, "but, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, babe." She kissed his shoulder before rolling onto her back and throwing her arm across her eyes. She was beginning to wish she'd never brought it up.
He looked over at her, thinking he'd upset her now. "Hey," he nudged her arm with his, "it's not that I don't want to discuss this with you, it's more that when it comes to you, I don't have a need for fantasy, because my reality is already incredible," he told her honestly.
Emma's smile returned to her face as she leant over to kiss him softly. "That's sweet."
"So, there might not be any elaborate fantasy, but there are...things I have thought about. Just random things that sound fun and, well...rather arousing," he admitted. "Some we've done, some we haven't, yet," he added with a flash of his eyebrows and a cheeky grin.
She rolled to her side and propped herself up on her elbow. "Care to tell me any of them?" she asked, tracing invisible patterns through his chest hair.
He turned to face her again, stroking her cheek with his thumb and leaning in for a kiss. "I've often fancied the idea of watching you touch yourself, I like to watch you totally lose it when you come," he revealed. "Maybe we could watch each other sometime?" he suggested as he traced a finger down her neck. "Or...sex in a public place is always a turn on, when sex is a little risqué and there's a chance of being caught. And then there's, I believe this realm call it 69ing? Giving each other pleasure together and I do so enjoy you sucking my cock," he grinned, his finger going lower to her breast, creating large circles on the sensitive skin.
Emma bit her lip as she listened to him, becoming turned on again as he listed the sexual things he thought about doing with her, and especially with his finger tracing ever smaller circles around her breast, now circling the nipple. A quick glance down towards his hips told her that revealing this to her was turning him on too as he began to recover from their previous session.
"We've had sex in public places before," she reminded him, unconsciously running her hand up and down his side, over his hip and stroking his backside. "We did it on our honeymoon, in the ocean. We've had sex in my car, all over the damn town. Here have been numerous times in the Sheriff's station," she grinned. "And you can't forget that time in the..."
"Library," he finished for her with a humorous grin. "Belle would be infuriated if she knew how we'd defiled her precious books!" They both laughed.
"Which is why no one is ever to find out! So, is anything else you wish to share?"
He thought about it for a moment. "One of my favourite places to have you is on my ship, which we have enjoyed many times. As for new experiences, I will admit I am rather fascinated to try some of the, erm...adult toys they sell in this realm, some of them look like they might be fun to play with and experiment together. And I know it's not for all women, but some men do wonder what it would be like to take their woman in the arse sometimes and you have an amazing arse, Swan!"
Emma stared at him again, both turned on and surprised by the length of his list. "I think you've listed every male fantasy under the sun, buddy!" she giggled. Secretly, she wouldn't mind trying some of those things herself – her sex life until Killian had been rather limited in variety or adventure – most one night stands just wanted to get off as quickly as possible. But having a long term partner, someone you loved and trusted and could talk to, there was so much more scope for playful exploration.
He shrugged. "You asked. So, go on, do you have any deep, dark fantasies?"
She licked her lips and looked up at him a little shyly, stilling her hand on his body as she blushed slightly. "I wouldn't consider it a dark fantasy or anything, but I might have...toyed with the idea of being bound in bed. Like you've tied me to the headboard by my wrists or something, leaving you with complete control to do whatever you want to me, within reason. You keep bringing me to the edge, but don't let me come and then you finally take me and we both reach explosive climaxes. Or you make me come repeatedly." She confessed all to him.
He looked at her rather surprised again. "Fuck, Emma! That sounds so bloody good! I forgot about that, a little light dominance and submission play with you would be bloody amazing!" His hand reached down and touched his now fully erect manhood, obviously turned on by all their talk.
She watched him pump himself a couple of times, his hand firmly around around his cock, before it got too much for her, she was just as turned on and needed some action too as she got up on all fours and clambered over him. Throwing her leg over his hips, straddling him, she batted his hand out of the way, grabbed it herself and lowered her body down on him, until his firm member was enveloped within her wet heat completely.
She began to ride him, back and forth, getting the stimulation right where she needed it. She leaned forward and caught his lips in a searing kiss as his hand grasped her hip, urging her to move, needing the friction. Emma grinned against his lips, kissed him once more and sat upright as she set the pace, her hands placed on his stomach to steady herself as her hips did all the work, moving back and forth, twisting in circles and moving up and down as his hips bucked up against her.
His hand on her hip guided her and slid to her ass to grasp a handful of her butt cheek. Soft sounds, loud moans and names fell from each others lips as she picked up the pace and closed her eyes, feeling herself close to the edge already. Killian could tell she was close and circled her clit with his thumb, urging her on.
"Aah...Killian," she groaned, arching her body and throwing her head back, continuing to move on him. "Don't...stop..." she moaned.
Within seconds he had her falling, her mouth open in a silent scream as she pulsated around him and stilled her hips. Killian waited a moment, watching her, awed by her beauty and sexiness as she worked through her orgasm.
Once she started to come down, his arms encircled her completely and he rolled them so as he was now on top, between her thighs and entered her again before she even knew they had changed position. He began to move with an intense pace, chasing his own pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she clung to his shoulders as he moved on her and in her, working her up again since she'd never had chance to completely come down.
"Fuck...Emma..." he groaned deeply, his head dropped to her neck, placing hot, wet open mouthed kisses against her skin and then he came forcefully with a deep, satisfied moan. His climax spurred on a second for her, their bodies slowing together as they rode out the sensations and finally collapsed into a sweaty tangle of legs and arms.
The room was quiet, save for their breathing as they lay together, sated and comfortable with each other. Emma snagged the sheet and pulled it over them both as they dozed again.
"We should probably get up," Emma muttered eventually. She was curled on her side, his body spooned against her back with his arm slung over her middle.
"Why?" he asked, his sleepy voice barely more than a whisper.
"House keeping will be wanting to get in here," she told him, but didn't make any attempt to move herself.
"I thought you put that don't disturb us sign on the door?" he sighed and tightened his hold on her just a little more.
"I did, but...house keeping staff can't finish their shift until all their rooms are done," she told him, trying to be considerate of other people. Killian grumbled behind her.
"Sleeping," he mumbled in reply, holding her tighter.
"Come on," she nudged him with her elbow, "I'm hungry. We can go out and find some lunch."
He grumbled something under his breath and then spoke to her again. "Do you realise we've not even been here for 24 hours and we've had sex four times already? Just...let a man rest, woman! You're going to be the death of me!" he bemoaned dramatically.
Emma chuckled to herself. "You poor old man," she teased and reached back to pat him. "You'd best stay here then, I'm going to shower and then go out and find some food." She moved his hand off her and began to wriggle to the edge of the bed.
"Wait," he grabbed her hand and pulled her back. "I just want to know something."
"And what's that?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking back at him where he had rolled onto his stomach.
"I was just thinking, what made you decide that the topic of sex and fantasies was a discussion we needed to have right now?
She shrugged and pulled her hand out of his. "I, erm...I just read this article in a magazine and it got me thinking."
Killian frowned, knowing there was more to it than that. "What was this article about, exactly?"
Emma sighed and lay back against the pillows again. Killian sat up, relaxing next to her. "It was about how most women hit their sexual peak in their 30's, that's when she's at her prime, my age. But, more than that, I think we're at a good place in our relationship, in this marriage. We're comfortable and settled together, yet not really over the honeymoon period yet. We're happy, right?"
"Very happy," he agreed and kissed her cheek. "But, why does this mean we need to explore other things? Are you truly satisfied with our sex life?"
"Yes, Killian..." she almost groaned at having to reassure him again. "Our sex life is...perfect. I think we work well together, our libido is a good match and every time we're together is a thrill and pleasing. I love having sex with you, you know you're the best I've ever had. As for why I am interested in exploring now, like I said, it's a good time, in a steady place in our marriage, yet before we start having kids. And, well…" she began a little shyly, "I have never explored my sexuality with anyone. I've never been with anyone I truly loved or trusted enough to consider doing any of this with, until you."
He smiled and kissed her tenderly, seemingly finally happy with her answer. "Okay," he whispered and kissed her again. "I get it. And, for the record, I am willing to explore anything with you, anything you want, I'm game for most things. But, I do agree with you, no adding anyone else into the bedroom. I hate the idea of sharing you or other people touching you."
"Well, that's good then," she returned his smile and cupped his scruffy cheek, glad they had resolved this and come to an agreement. "Now, come on," she began to slip from the bed again, "we need to take a shower, get cleaned up and then we can go out to find some lunch. After that I'll show you the sights of Boston a bit, maybe I can also do some shopping," she decided and stood from the bed. "I'll show you were I used to live when I was here."
Killian stretched his arms above his head. "So long as we don't run into any of your old boyfriends," he said through a yawn.
"Don't worry, there are no boyfriends to run into. The odd one night stand perhaps, but I'll no sooner recognise them than they would me. Come on!" She yanked the sheet from him, leaving him sprawled on his back, naked and stumbled her way to the bathroom.