Chapter Two
After finding a local diner for a quick brunch, Emma spent the afternoon showing Killian the sights of the city she had once called home. He trailed after her into little clothing boutiques and fashion chain stores in the back bay area, the likes of which they had none in Storybrooke. They strolled around Faneuil Market Place, where both were amused by the buskers and street performers. She tried to persuade him to go to the Boston Tea Party Ship with her, but he refused and instead they took a break on a bench and enjoyed a hot cocoa in Copley Square, framed by it's old churches and the Public library, as well as the skyscrapers – the old city mixing with the modern.
Before walking him by the apartment block where she used to live, she insisted on hitting just a few more shops in Copley Place until they decided to head back to their hotel so they could have a bit of a rest before they needed to get ready for their night out.
"Hey...you look hot!" Emma told Killian as she stepped from the bathroom in search of her dress.
Killian looked down at himself, he wasn't wearing anything that was really dissimilar to his usual wardrobe – a pair of well fitted black pants and a dark blue long sleeved shirt. He had decided to forgo his usual vest tonight, but the black leather jacket would complete his look.
"Oh, thanks love. And you look...rather underdressed," he smirked, noting her wandering around their hotel room in just her panties.
Emma chuckled at him and then watched as he bent over to grab his boots. "Those pants make your ass look great," she grinned, admiring him for a moment.
He shook his head and snorted. "My ass is great!" he quipped as he sat down on the bed to pull his boots on, whilst Emma giggled and took her dress from the closet to pull it on.
She adjusted it in the mirror for a moment and fluffed her hair a little before turning to face him. "So, how do I look?" she asked.
Killian looked up at her and his mouth dropped open as he blatantly eyed her body up, down and then up again. "Wow..." he murmured.
Her dress was red and very figure hugging, showing off all of her curves. It was also very short, only just covering her ass. It had shoestring straps and a rather plunging neckline. It wasn't quite the same as the dresses she'd worn for her 'honey trap' missions, because she'd lost all those with curses and moving and everything. This was an entirely new dress she'd bought especially for this weekend.
"You like?" she asked, giving him a twirl.
He shook his head, amazed and awed that this woman was his. "You look stunning, love. Very...alluring," he added, still admiring his view.
Emma grinned and turned to check her hair in the mirror and apply some more lip gloss.
Killian always thought his wife was beautiful and hot, no matter what. Never mind if she was slobbing around their house in old sweatpants and a tank top, heading to work in her standard jeans and a T-shirt or if she was dressed up for a night out, she was always stunning and perfect and he adored her.
But right now he was torn between wanting to take her to bed and kiss every inch of her and wanting to bundle her up in one of those hotel bath robes so no one else could look at her. He knew she was likely to attract a lot of attention dressed like that and he wasn't sure how he was going to react to others ogling his wife.
However, he wouldn't be doing either. Because he loved her, he wanted her to have a fun night out and most importantly because he was not a possessive or controlling jerk.
"You ready?" she asked, after slipping into her high heals and grabbing her trusty red leather jacket.
Taking her hand, they left their room and headed down to the lobby. If she was aware of all the heads that turned as they walked hand in hand through the hotel, she didn't show it. Killian was aware though and he knew he was going to have a rather difficult night, but he was just going to have to get used to it. Instead, he raised his head and walked tall and proud, knowing that he had the most beautiful woman in existence on his arm.
They walked to a nearby Italian restaurant chain for dinner and enjoyed a lovely meal, before hailing a cab to take them to the club that Emma had heard was the most happening place in town these days.
By the time they made it into the club, the place was already busy – the dance floor crowded and the bar swamped with customers. Killian looked around uneasily. He might have been used to many a rowdy tavern, but this was an entirely different environment for him with the loud, pulsating music and flashing lights.
"Want to get a drink first?" Emma asked loudly, her lips by his ear to be heard over the music.
Killian nodded and allowed her to lead him towards the bar. There, she hopped up onto a free bar stool to wait to be served as he stood beside her. There were a bunch of guys the other end of the bar, all laughing, being loud and generally a little crude. One of them nodded towards Emma as his buddies all turned, giving her a look of obvious interest. Killian noticed it all, Emma seemed completely oblivious to it.
"What can I get you?" The bar tender finally approached them.
"A double dark rum and..." he turned to Emma to see what she wanted.
"A cosmo, thanks," she smile politely.
"Coming up," the bar tender nodded and went to fix their drinks.
Whilst Killian was searching for cash to pay for the drinks, one of the guys from the end of the bar had sidled his way up to her, perching on the next bar stool. "Hi!" he grinned. Emma merely smiled politely in his direction. "Can I buy you a drink?" he continued.
Emma laughed. "Thanks, but, my husband just ordered for us," she told him as the bar tender set down his drink whilst still working on hers.
"Oh, husband?" he asked.
She nodded and wiggled her ring finger at him, showing off her wedding and engagement rings. "Yes, husband," she nodded her head towards Killian.
"Oh, right. Well...nice chat," he muttered and skulked away, much to the amusement of his friends who were all making fun of him at being given the brush off. Emma wasn't the slightest bit perturbed as she giggled and turned to wrap her arm around Killian's, planting an unexpected kiss on his cheek.
Once the drinks were paid for, they decided to go and find a table together. Emma held onto his fake hand as he steered them through the crowds. The fake hand he wore in public outside of Storybrooke was no longer the wooden one he used to wear, he'd had a more modern one created, which gave him some limited movement in it.
"Want to dance?" she asked after taking a sip of her drink and setting it down on the table they'd found near the back of the club.
"Maybe later," he told her, watching the crowds. He liked to get the feel of a new place first, so he didn't stick out too much as an obvious outsider.
"Mind if I go and dance?" she asked him.
"Go right ahead, love." He gave her hand a squeeze and smiled at her as he picked up his drink.
She kissed him, took another sip of her own drink and then headed out onto the dance-floor. She found a spot where she knew he'd be able to see her, subconsciously wanting to perform for him and began to move to the music, soon losing herself within the entire atmosphere as she remembered just how much fun dancing uninhibited could be.
Emma was really getting into the beat of the funky music that was emanating all around the club, swaying her hips and shaking her ass as Killian watched. She tangled her hands in her hair, lifting the long tresses from her neck before dropping her hair back into place and running her hands down her own body as she thrust her hips from side to side, pushing her chest out and singing along to the track playing.
Killian was most definitely enjoying the show, only having eyes for his wife. He loved seeing her happy and enjoying herself, so whilst this place was not really his scene, he was glad they were here. But he still was not enjoying the fact that other people were enjoying the show she was giving as well. Guys were blatantly checking her out on the dance floor and obviously discussing her between friends. A few women were checking her out too, but others were giving her looks of disdain, as though she was a threat to them.
Eventually one of the guys approached her and said something in her ear, Emma frowned at him and then shook her head, turning her back on him and continued to dance, oblivious to the guys look of disappointment and annoyance as he shrugged and left the dance floor.
Whilst she may have been completely unaware of the attention she was attracting, from her vantage point on the dance floor, she was very much aware of the women that had taken notice of her husband. Clusters of women, young and old alike, were looking over at him and then giggling with their friends. A woman on the table behind had barely given her own date any attention as she stared at Killian and she'd even noted a couple of guys nudge each other and nod in his direction. Not that she could blame them, she was acutely aware that her husband was devilishly handsome and so long as they only looked, it was fine with her.
After the third song she'd been dancing to began to transition into the fourth, she decided that she needed a break and her drink, as well as to return to her husband sitting alone. "Phew," she gasped and wiped her forehead as she took her seat beside him. She grinned at him as she picked up her drink and took a couple of large gulps. "I forgot how exhausting dancing like that could be," she giggled and slid her hand onto his thigh.
"You were looking good, Swan," he told her as he curled his hand into her hair at the nape of her neck and tugged her in for a deep, passion filled kiss.
"Mmm," she moaned as they parted and she licked his taste from her lips, pressing her forehead to his. "You going to dance with me soon?" she asked.
"Soon," he promised her with another, softer kiss.
"Okay," Emma nodded and picked up her drink, taking another large mouthful. "I'm going to find the ladies room, be right back," she told him, hopping up from her seat and heading off in search of the bathrooms.
She emerged about 15 minutes later, grumbling to herself about why, wherever you went, there was there always such a damn long line for the ladies bathroom, but never one for the men's. Before stepping away from the door, she adjusted her dress, making sure nothing was on display, ruffled her hair and then made her way back towards where she had left Killian.
The place was even more crowded than when they'd arrived and she had to edge her way around clusters of people on the dance floor, excuse herself between couples chatting and duck under servers carrying trays full of drinks, only to stop short as their table came into view, to find an unfamiliar woman sat in her seat beside her husband, chatting away with him and giggling loudly.
She was surprised with the intense jealousy that filled her upon seeing another woman, who was spilling out of her crop top, obviously flirting with her man. She knew she had nothing to worry about, Killian was not at all interested in her or anyone else for that matter. But she still didn't like it.
Taking a deep breath, she fixed a smile on her face and sauntered back over to claim what was hers. She slid her arms around his neck, smoothing them down his chest over the soft cotton of his shirt as she approached from behind. "Hey babe," she kissed his cheek, flashing the other woman a warning glance. "I'm sorry I took so long," she giggled, rather uncharacteristically, and leant over him, resting her chin on his shoulder, her cheek beside his.
"Hey, love," he placed his hand over hers and turned his head to kiss her cheek. He seemed relieved she was back.
"Are you ready to come dance with me yet?" she asked, sliding one of her hands back up and running a finger along his jaw line. She knew she was being petty and displaying a rather possessive side, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
"Erm, I believe I asked him to dance first!" The other woman, who hadn't got the hint, pouted as she folded her arms under her ample bosom and shot Emma a fierce glare.
"Well, since I'm his wife, I believe I have first dibs on him," Emma said, giving her a rather sickeningly sweet, victorious smile.
"You're married?" The woman looked back to Killian in outrage.
He shrugged and turned to pull Emma on to his lap. "I did tell you that I wasn't interested."
"Hey," Emma grinned up at him, their faces unbearably close to each others.
"Hey," he returned her grin and then claimed her lips in what could only be considered a rather scandalous kiss that would be inappropriate in many situations as the pair of them pawed at one another and explored each others mouth.
The other woman spat something at the pair of them before storming off in a huff. Back to hunting for some other sucker, no doubt. Neither of them noticed her absence when they finally pulled apart, with Emma still sat on his lap. "I can't leave you alone for five minutes, can I?" She shook her head in mock exasperation.
"Hmm, says the woman who's had men ogling her all night," he rolled his eyes.
"Jealous?" she teased and kissed the tip of his nose playfully. "Come dance with me then, fend off all these men!" She curled her hands around the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.
"I don't dance," he told her. "Not like that, anyway," he said with a nod of his head towards the dance floor.
Emma pouted at him. "Please?" she asked and kissed his forehead. "Please?" she asked him again, raining kisses against his face.
Killian sighed deeply. "Fine," he gave in, "but just the one song!" he warned her as he reached for his glass on the table and downed his drink.
"Cool!" She jumped up off his lap, finished her own drink and grabbed his hand, dragging him from his seat and towards the dance floor.
He stood watching her as she grasped his hands – real and fake – holding them both in the air as she swayed to the music and then moving his arms out either side of them. He allowed her to manually manoeuvrer him slightly, but wasn't doing much else besides watching her.
"I don't know how to do this," he hissed against her ear.
"Just go with the music," she told him, letting go of his hands and placing them on his hips, getting him to move to the beat of the music with her. "Besides, you know there's only one rule when it comes to dancing," she smirked, "pick a partner who knows what they're doing."
He laughed at hearing his long ago spoken words said back to him, back when he had convinced her to waltz with him at King Midas' ball.
Emma smiled happily when he really began to dance with her. She knew from experience that he knew how to move his hips and he certainly had rhythm. He grasped her backside then, pulling her body in tight against him, their hips touching as they began to grind together, working with the music.
He spun her around at one point and she grabbed his hands again, turning her back to him and rubbing her backside against his crotch as she held his arms across her body, knowing that she was teasing him when she felt the beginnings of his arousal through the fabric of his pants. He moved her hair with his chin and kissed a line of wet kisses down her neck as they continued to move together on the dance floor.
They were oblivious to the track merging into another and then into the next as they continued to dance together, having fun and being all flirty together, only having eyes for each other as they got rather sexual on the dance floor, lost in their own world.
Until eventually, they spilled from the dance floor, heading towards the bar in laughter and both of them gasping for a drink, feeling rather hot and slightly breathless. Killian ordered them more drinks as they took a seat at the bar to enjoy them.
They lingered over their drinks, enjoying a chat at the bar where it was a little secluded from the music and they could hear each other better. They exchanged a few words with the bartender and another couple at the bar included them in a brief conversation. But by the time Emma finished her drink, she was itching to get back to the dance floor.
"You coming to dance with me again?" she asked him as she hopped down from her bar stool, standing before him with her hands on his knees.
"I think I'm all danced out, love," he muttered picking up his glass to drain his drink.
"Aaw," she pouted. "Mind if I go dance again?"
"Go for it." He leaned in for a quick kiss. "I'm going to find the men's room," he told her as she headed back towards the music.
She nodded that she'd heard him and was then swallowed up by the throng of dancers and party revellers. He returned to the bar after he'd found the male restroom and ordered himself another drink, which he took with him to wander around the club, discovering they had some private booths and secluded areas. He almost wished that he had found them earlier and had been able to hang out with Emma in relative privacy, but knew that wasn't really the kind of night out she had wanted. Besides, they'd have all the privacy he needed in their hotel room later.
He stood by the balcony, overlooking the main dance floor, just watching everyone. He smiled when he spotted his wife, having fun and losing herself in the music, just in her own little world as she danced along to the track. But then he noticed a guy he had seen checking her out all night approach her. He hadn't liked the way he had been looking at her, but tried to fight his jealousy and ignore it.
He saw the guy lean in close and speak to Emma. She shook her head and turned her back on him, continuing her dance. The guy didn't get the hint though and kept on dancing up close to her, crowding her space. Emma tried moving between other people and even joining another group of girls to get away from him, but he was relentless and not taking no for an answer.
Killian managed to restrain himself from marching down there and punching the guys lights out. He knew that Emma could handle herself and he didn't want to ruin her night and have them thrown out of the club. But when he saw the guy grab her ass and began to move up behind her, he began to lose all that restraint. Emma was trying to bat him away and shouting at him, but he was just laughing and carrying on. Killian tossed his empty glass onto the nearest table and raced down the stairs towards her.
"Is this guy bothering you?" he asked.
Emma looked up at Killian and flashed him a smile. "I can handle myself, thanks babe," she told him, once again shoving the guy off of her and moving away.
He nodded, not wanting to step in unless she wanted his help, he knew his Emma was perfectly capable of dealing with a guy like that.
"Get lost, this is none of your fuckin' business, dude!" The man yelled at Killian, taking offence at what he saw as an interruption.
"It most certainly is my business when you're harassing my wife who is just here enjoying herself!" he spat back. "I believe she already told you she's not interested."
"Huh!" the man scoffed looking entirely pissed off now, turning to aggression the way some men did when met with rejection. "Perhaps you should keep your little slut on a shorter leash!" he grumbled before heading back into the crowd.
"What the fuck did you say about my wife?" Killian roared and was about to go after him.
"Killian, don't!" Emma grabbed his hand. "Ignore him, he's not worth it," she said, pulling him back. She managed to get him to turn and face her, his face flushed in anger. "Hey," she stroked his cheeks as her hands cupped his face, calming him down before kissing him tenderly. "Everything is okay, I'm fine. He's just drunk and being a jerk, totally not worth our time."
Killian inhaled deeply and closed his eyes briefly to calm himself down. Taking her hand in his, he kissed the back of it and nodded in agreement. "Fine," he muttered.
"Come on, we'll get one last drink and then we can leave if you want," she offered. She was remembering why she had lost interest in hanging out at clubs in the past, the unwanted harassment from others. It sucked that some guys couldn't take no for an answer and became all bumptious about it.
Half an hour later, they were in a cab heading back to their hotel for the night. Their evening had been fun, even the incident with the drunk imbecile hadn't been able to ruin the time they'd had, but Emma wasn't sad to be leaving, she almost felt like their night was only just really getting started. The cab driver tried to draw them into his conversation, but the couple only had eyes for each other as Killian ran his warm hand up and down her upper thigh with the way her short dress had rode up in the back of the cab.
By the time they'd been deposited back at the hotel and paid the fare, they were almost panting with need for one another. Before the cab had even left the parking lot, Killian pulled her close in an extremely hard, dominating kiss. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck, fingernails raking through his hair as she wiggled her hips against his, the pair of them moaning with pleasure as he ruthlessly plundered her mouth. His hand slid slowly down her back and ended cupping her backside, squeezing gently
"Mmm...Killian," Emma murmured and tore her mouth from the heat of his, panting slightly from the intense kiss. She held one hand against his chest before he could swoop in again and took his hand in her other, gazing at his fingers and toying with his wedding band, which was sometimes a nervous gesture and sometimes it was flirty, this was somewhere between the two. "You remember our conversation from this morning?" she asked.
"Oh, I remember," he said with a soft smile. Their current conversation was hushed, only loud enough for the pair of them to hear as they stood wrapped around each other.
"Well, you know all that stuff about trying...different things?" she asked him.
He looked up at her, taking much more interest in this discussion now as his face lit up. His eyebrows arched high on his forehead as his grin widened and he nodded.
"Well, I was wondering if you fancied going back to our room and trying something...different, right now?" She bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him through her lashes, feeling a little hesitant at being so forward.
Killian's answer was to lean in for another thorough kiss and then take her hand in his, racing them through the deserted hotel lobby towards the elevators. Once inside and heading up to their room, they resumed their kissing and touching of bodies, Emma slid her hands down his back, lovingly stroking the curves of his behind, noting how these pants really showed off his great ass. He growled when she sucked his tongue into her mouth and began to hastily tug his shirt from his pants as his hand roamed beneath her dress to stroke her lace clad backside, lost in the moment and forgetting their place.
She had her hands up inside his shirt just as his was about to slip down the back of her panties, when the elevator pinged, announcing they had arrived on their floor and the doors opened. The pair of them were abruptly reminded of their public location as they leapt apart and Emma smoothed down her dress. Thankfully, no one was waiting to get in and with a little giggle at each other, they hurried to their room, fumbling with the key card to get in.
She'd barely closed the door behind them before Killian had her pressed against it, his mouth hot and demanding, his tongue rather pushy and dominating. Her hands were back beneath his shirt, raking fingernails up his belly and towards his chest, tugging lightly at the curly hair growing there. His mouth fell from hers, his breath now hot and heavy on her neck where he nuzzled her, licking and kissing her skin. She whimpered as his hand slipped into the top of her dress, cupping her bare breast. Killian ground his hips against her. He was aroused, very aroused and his hand tightened around her breast, stroking and teasing
"Killian..." Emma whispered his name, leaning her head back and giving him more room at her neck. "Killian, wait..." she murmured half heartedly, wanting him to stop, but also never stop at the same time. "Just...I need a moment," she sighed against him and kissed the top of his head as she pulled her hands free of him and pushed him back slightly.
"What?" he asked, looking at her with heavily lidded eyes, his dilated blue eyes burning into her soul.
She smiled at him and lightly kissed him. "I just need to use the bathroom, freshen up a bit." She shrugged one shoulder a little bashfully, perfectly aware of how sweaty she'd become in the club.
"It's fine, I don't care," he muttered, reaching out for her again. "I like it."
Emma giggled and pushed herself off the door, backing towards the bathroom. "Just wait...I'll be quick," she promised him, leaning back as he tried to chase her with his lips. The door was shut unceremoniously in his face as he grumbled to himself.
Emma shook her head, amused and aroused with the entire situation. After using the toilet, she quickly washed off what was left of her make up and slipped out of her dress and underwear. Then, with a bowl of warm, soapy water, she freshened up before drying off quick and giving herself a spritz of her perfume.
As she pulled the hotel robe over her naked body and tightened the belt, she had a sudden idea and pulled the belt from the matching robe, stuffing it into the pocket of the one she wore before heading back to the bedroom.
Killian hadn't been idle in her absence. He had closed the curtains and turned the sheets down on the bed. He was stripped down to the tight black boxer briefs she had been so thankful to convince him to wear because he looked so damn sexy in just those. The lights in the room had been dimmed and he had poured them both a glass of champagne from the half empty bottle they had brought back from the restaurant the night before.
He approached her with a lop sided smirk and a glass of champagne held out for her. After taking a sip from the proffered glass, he leant in and kissed her. She sighed into his mouth, allowing his tongue to caress hers and hold one another in a loving hug.
"So, what did you have in mind for tonight?" he asked, setting their glasses down and giving her his full attention.
Emma grinned at him before pulling the spare belt from her pocket. She swung it back and forth in front of him. "Fancy tying me up?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and giving him a rather seductive gaze.
He raised both eyebrows in surprise as he watched the white towelling belt she was still swinging before him and then looked up at her, his blue eyes burning with desire as a little smirk grew on his lips. He was on her then, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Emma took his response as a yes as her hands held his hips, fingers biting into the curve of his backside as they crept into the waistband of his shorts to stroke the soft skin of his ass.
His hand made quick work of the loose knot on her robe, pulling it open to reveal her body to him, smiling when he found her perfectly naked beneath and sliding hand and wrist up her arms, pushing the robe from her shoulders, leaving it pooled on the floor at her ankles.
He took her hand then and led her towards the bed and both sat down on the edge. "Okay," he began, still holding her hand, softly stroking his fingers against hers, tracing veins and lines over her skin, "before we do this I guess we need some ground rules. When you mentioned this little fantasy, you said something about it being within reason. I need to know what you imagine that to entail? After all, if we do this, I want you to enjoy it."
Emma smiled appreciatively and nodded. She was pleased that one of them was still thinking straight and leant forward to kiss him softly in thanks. "I guess I just mean that if I'm not into anything or I didn't like it, I trust that you would stop if I asked you too."
"You know I would. I would never force you to do anything you didn't like. Sex is no fun unless we're both enjoying it."
"I know, babe." She stroked his cheek with loving tenderness. "And...whilst a little rough play is fine and exciting sometimes, I'm not really into that whole pain is pleasure stuff. You'll have control over me to do what you want and tell me to do what you want, so long as we're both into it, but I don't want you to get aggressive about it or treat me like a, well, like a whore. Remember that I am your wife and that we love and respect one another, okay?"
"Okay," he nodded in agreement. "So, do you want to decide on a safe word?" he wondered. "That way you can let me know if you want me to stop or slow down or whatever," he finished with a little shrug.
Emma thought about it for a moment before giving a nod. "I suppose it would make sense, now and for any future experimenting we might do. Like you said, sex is not enjoyable unless we're both into it. So...is 'red' for stop and 'yellow' for slow down too boring or?" she finished with a shrug.
"I don't think anything is boring about what we're about to do," he grinned and gave her a solicitous flash of his eyebrows.
Emma giggled as he tugged her towards him, sliding his hand over her hip and held her lower back as she grasped his shoulder and they shared a kiss. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth with a moan of pleasure and pulled him back on the bed, over her body as her head found the pillows again, giving a whine of dissatisfaction when he pulled away.
"So," he paused as he leaned over the bed to grab something, sitting back up with the towelling belt from the robe, "you really want to try this?" he asked, winding the robe around his own wrist.
Emma looked up at her from her prone position on the bed and nodded with a smile. "Yes," she whispered.
Killian gave one nod and looped the belt around her wrist and wrapped the ends together around a post on the headboard. He used his hand and his teeth to tie it, making sure it was secure but not too constricting or tight. "Okay?" he asked, manoeuvring her a little to the middle of the bed.
She nodded, testing her new restraint as he got up to pull the other belt from the robe and repeated the action with her other wrist, giving the inside of her wrist a gentle kiss against the delicate skin and looking up at her through his dark lashes.
"Does that feel all right?" he asked, considerately. "Not too tight or anything?" He wanted to be sure she was comfortable.
"Feels good," she said, giving them both a little tug. Her heart was already pounding as she looked up at him, watching him move over the bed. He had barely touched her, yet just the knowledge of what they were going to do was thrilling to her as she waited for him to start with anxious anticipation. And despite the brief pause for their discussion, it was obvious that his arousal had not diminished, judging by the bulge in the underwear he was still wearing.
Killian sat beside her on the bed, just looking over her naked body spread out before him, all for him. Emma looked up at him and bit her bottom lip as he moved his hand over her. His warm palm ran from her neck, down between her breasts, over her stomach and her hip, through her neatly trimmed curls and then down her leg to her foot. He was purposefully avoiding erogenous zones, wanting to make this last longer and tease her.
His hand came back up her other leg and repeated the path in return, finishing on her collarbone and running down each arm, like a slow, gentle massage. She squirmed against the bed, wanting and needing more of his touch, hoping to convince him to give her more stimulation.
He crawled over her then so that his body straddled hers on all fours as he dropped his head down to kiss her thoroughly, tongues chasing each other from mouth to mouth. Gradually his lips left hers, kissing along her jaw up to her ear, making her squirm as he sucked her lobe into his mouth and placed a kiss behind her ear.
His mouth soon followed the intricate path his hand had recently taken all over her body, kissing a wet, rousing route down her neck, across to each shoulder and then down between her breasts. He covered her in wet, open mouthed kisses all the way to her toes and back again, tasting her skin as he included little laps of his tongue and pleasant nips of his teeth.
He had barely touched any of her familiar hot zones yet, the ones that he had become well acquainted with in their love making and knew from experience what really made her lose her mind. Yet already he had her writhing and squirming against the sheets, eager for him to do more, to bring her satisfaction the way only he could.
"Killian..." she moaned his name.
"Okay?" he asked, looking up at her through heavily lidded eyes, his eyes darkened with desire for his wife.
"More...touch me, please?" she begged him.
He grinned and traced an agonizingly slow path with his lips towards her breasts. "You mean like this?" he asked, flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
"Yes..." she hissed and closed her eyes.
She felt him smile against her breast, obviously enjoying himself, before he encased her nipple between his soft lips and sucked gently, laving the tip back and forth with his tongue as his hand teased the other one, going back and forth between them.
The nipple play got a little rough, something Emma enjoyed on occasion when things were getting really hot and dirty between them. She squealed in pleasure when he ever so gently tugged her nipple with his teeth and then moaned when he leaned over to give the other the same treatment.
"Like that did you?" he chuckled and gave her a smug grin, always proud of his achievements when it came to gratifying his true love.
Her answer was to growl at him and kick his ankle lightly, being unable to touch him any other way.
"Hey," he reached down and grasped her leg. "Behave and stay still, otherwise there will be consequences," he warned her.
"Oh really?" she gazed down at him and licked her lips. "And just what will that be?" she wondered.
"Well, if you don't follow my instructions or demands, then I stop touching you. Simple as that," he winked and tried to hide his grin at the look of panic that she gave him.
He got back to work then and kissed his way down her body, taunting her by pausing at her belly button too long, when he knew she was eager for him to reach the area where she desired him the most.
"Killian..." she moaned his name and tugged at the restraints. She was never usually too proud to beg for what she wanted and certainly had no qualms about physically pushing him into any position she desired, but frustratingly and enticingly she couldn't move much right now and had to endure the exquisite torture of her aching core frantic for his touch.
"Aye, love?" he looked up at her, feigning innocence.
"Quit teasing me," she whimpered as his hand finally slipped down and rubbed the heal of his hand over her mound.
"I believe that is the entire point of this little game, love." He took his hand away and ran it up and down her inner thigh instead
Emma growled, raising and twisting her hips, searching him out for more, needing his touch fiercely.
"Ah ah!" He warned her, pressing his hand on her belly, pushing her arched body back down on the bed. "Stay still, remember? If I have to remind you a third time, I will stop."
"Bastard!" she hissed under her breath. Killian just chuckled to himself, knowing how much he was frustrating her.
As he finally crawled between her legs and spread her thighs, Emma bit her bottom lip and gave him a look of triumph and longing, thinking he was finally going to take pity on her and give her exactly what she needed. At some point, he had removed his boxer briefs, so that he was as naked as her, his erection standing tall and throbbing.
He lowered his hips towards her and she moaned loudly when finally he touched her with his cock. But, rather than enter her, he slid himself back and forth through her wet folds, covering his hardness in her essence and trailing the head around her clit. She moaned, it felt good, but it wasn't enough and didn't last long enough before he slid back and she felt the hot tip of him enter her, very shallowly, before he retreated and ran his length over her again.
"Oh God..." she moaned and pulled on the restraints again. She was having an inner battle with herself not to thrust her hips against him and chase his cock, because she didn't want to risk the chance that he was serious and he would stop completely. That would be pure torture for her right now. "Killian...please..." she began to beg him. "I need you. I need...more. I just..."
"You need what, love?" he asked, looking up at her, amused with himself as he gave her a dirty smirk.
"I need...oh just fuck me, god dammit!" Her frustration got the better of her as she yelled at him.
"Hmm," he paused as he leant over her to kiss her deeply and thoroughly, his cock barely brushing against her sex briefly before he pulled back and sat on his heals as he regarded her again "But, I don't think I'm done yet," he grinned and shuffled himself back a little. Emma whined in dismay.
Knelt between her splayed legs, he ran his hand up the inside of her silky, smooth thigh and finally touched her, his fingers gliding through her soft, wet folds. Emma moaned and closed her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure he was bringing her. She grunted as his thumb circled her very aroused clit and then two fingers opened her up and penetrated her, moving in and out.
It took some focus for her to keep still and not thrust her hips against his ministrations or arch her back into his touch. She was almost certain that he wouldn't stop things currently happening between them all together, his rigid cock told her he was in need of some serious attention if nothing else. His fingers still moved on her and in her, touching her in the exact way that he knew she loved, having learnt everything about each other's sexual needs and preferences.
She clasped her thighs together, trapping his hand between them so that he couldn't move, afraid he would stop again and she desperately needed a release, needed it as much as she needed oxygen to breathe. Instead, he seemed to take pity on her as he increased the pressure and sped up his actions as she loosened her hold on him. Her breathing hitched and she moaned his name under her breath continuously, unable to stop the slight motion of her hips as he drove her wild, threatening to tip her over the edge at any moment.
"Holy fuck!" she yelped as her body shook and her muscles contracted around his fingers, finally falling as she sighed in blissful pleasure.
Killian barely gave her a moment to recover before he was on his belly between her legs, parting them even further as he softly kissed the tender flesh of her inner thighs. "Keep them spread," he warned her just before he buried his face in her.
"Killian!" she yelped his name as he touched her clit with the tip of his warm tongue.
He grinned to himself, bringing her pleasure was just as pleasing for him and seeing her so aroused and in need was a huge turn on. He knew from experience that it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge again and he planned to do it as many times as he could.
His tongue strokes kept up a quick tempo that had her mindless in seconds. She was moaning, babbling nonsense and worshipping the deities as he tasted every inch of her. He alternated between long, slow strokes with the flat of his tongue, covering every inch of her vulva, to poking his tongue inside of her as deep as he could, tasting her, all in-between sessions of flicking back and forth over and around her clit.
Once again he was winding that coil inside of her so tight as he really went to work on her, his talented tongue pleasing her the way no one ever had before, until finally that coil snapped and she squealed in pleasure, her thighs trapping his head as her body pulsed all around him. Her chest heaved with short and shallow breaths, her eyes were closed tight and her mouth open in silent moans and still he didn't stop, leaving her open to further orgasms.
She was quite certain that he was going to kill her with sexual pleasure. But what a way to go!
Killian had his lips encasing her engorged clit, sucking gently as two fingers plunged in and out of her heat. Her body jolted against him as her moans once again increased in volume, he drew his lips tighter and flicked over it with his tongue, making her scream out loud as her body once again reached an intense peak with curses and soft sighs of his name and her love for him.
Without any further preamble, he aligned his hips with hers and entered her deeply whilst her body was still going through the throws of her orgasm. He pulled out, until just the very tip of him rested inside of her tightening channel and then stroked forward again, filling her. His groan of sheer pleasure rang in her ears as her body accepted his and he began to move with a steady rhythm.
Emma hadn't had a second to come down from her third orgasm and it was all just a bit too much, threatening to become more painful rather than pleasurable. "Wait..." she gasped, wishing she had her hands to grasp his hair to get his attention. "Killian…Oh God…yellow! Killian, yellow!" she yelped at him.
He stopped and pulled back. "You okay?" he asked.
Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving with her eyes closed. "I just...I need a minute," she told him breathlessly, giving her body a moment to calm down a little. She'd never had that many orgasms in such quick succession before.
"All right, love." He kissed her neck and withdrew as she fought to get herself under control.
Taking a deep breath as things settled again, she gave him a smile and nodded her head as she raised her legs to curl them around his hips, tapping his backside with her heal. "Okay," she whispered, raising her head to meet his lips in a soft, tender kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue as the kiss became more passionate and sloppy.
Guiding himself back in, he went deep in one stroke, her wetness making it easy for him as he began to rock his hips against her in a steady tempo. The kissing continued, taking their groans into each others mouth. His hand grasped her hip as he pulled her against him as he entered her again and again with quick, hard thrusts.
"Harder..." she asked him. "Give me more, Killian..." she pleaded with him, feeling her body rushing towards yet another release, surprised she had anything left in her.
He then raised her legs with his forearms and slid them over his shoulder, raising her hips to leave her totally exposed and vulnerable. The head of his cock was now striking that sweet spot inside of her with each deep thrust, driving her closer and closer to another intense orgasm. He watched himself enter and withdraw from her, a look of pride and ecstasy on his face as he manipulated her body beyond pleasure.
Once again that coil snapped inside of her in a deep, extreme climax. Her body writhed, she whimpered and moaned softly, unable to keep her hips still as she came with sharp jerks all around him. His arms wrapped around her legs as his movements became shorter and faster, chasing his own release finally.
And as he finally exploded deep inside of her with loud grunts and groans of his own bliss, her body gave one last, almost feeble, throb at the feel of him holding himself deep inside until his release was complete.
Reluctantly, with hearts pounding and breathing ragged, he pulled out of her, kissed her once and moved to untie her wrists. Her arms fell to the bed, completely as limp and boneless as the rest of her body, unable to move. That had been rather intense and exciting, but now she just felt utterly exhausted and yet gloriously sated.
"Are you okay?" he asked her as he lay down beside her, his hand gently smoothing the damp skin on her stomach.
She lightly nodded her head, her eyes closed. Having that many orgasms had just completely drained her, in every sense of the word.
"Tired?" he asked.
She nodded again and inhaled deeply with a lazy smile on her lips.
"You're sure you're all right?" he checked, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
"Uh huh," she answered and opened her eyes to peer at him, giving him a smile. "Perfect," she added, pecking his lips lightly.
Killian smiled, realising he wasn't going to get anything else out of her tonight. Leaving the bed for a moment, he brought them both glasses of water and then pulled the comforter back onto the bed. Kissing her forehead and cheek softly as she cuddled up to him, he covered them both and switched out the lights, the pair of them sinking into a deep sleep.
Killian woke first the following morning, tangled up in the sheets and his wife who had finished up half sprawled across his body in the night. Her blonde hair fanned across his chest where she lay with her head on him, still fast asleep. He blinked at the brightness of a beam of sunlight coming through a gap in the curtains and turned his head towards the alarm clock on the bedside table.
"Bloody hell!" he cursed to himself when he saw the time. "Emma," he murmured against the top of her head, tucked under his chin. "Emma, love," he said again as he ran his hand up her warm back and brushed her hair from her face. "You need to wake up, love."
"Mmm," she moaned tiredly and slapped away his hand that was tickling up and down her spine.
"What time are we supposed to leave this room?" he asked.
"Eleven," she muttered.
"Then we have less than an hour to get ready and go," he told her, checking the time again. They had slept until after ten. Not surprising given their busy night, but still rather unusual, especially for him.
"Eurgh..." she grumbled and shifted position slightly. "Need coffee, shower..." she mumbled.
Killian chuckled at her now familiar sleepy morning ramblings when she was only half awake and barely coherent. "Aye, love." He kissed the top of her head. "So, I'll go put the coffee on and then turn the shower on for the water to heat up, okay? We'll need to be quick," he reminded her as he slid from beneath her and out of bed.
He jumped into the shower briefly whilst the coffee was brewing and eventually, with the aroma of a steaming cup of coffee placed by her bedside, Emma too dragged herself reluctantly from the warm bed. It took a few sips of her caffeine fix and a brisk scrub down in the shower before she was fully awake.
She returned to the bedroom, drying herself with a towel as Killian was pulling his jeans on. He looked up and smiled when she sat on the bed to finish her coffee and brush her hair out.
"You feeling okay this morning?" he asked as he began gathering up their belongings that had become strewn around the room.
"A little tired, but fine," she gave him a smile and got up to find some clothes to wear.
He nodded to himself as he began shoving their things into their bags. "And, erm...last night...you had fun, right?"
"Are you referring to the dancing or what came after?" she asked with a sly grin as she fastened her bra and shook her hair back to look at him.
"After," he returned her grin.
"Yes, I had a lot of fun. It was...interesting and certainly very sexy."
"What is, erm, you know, as good as you imagined?" he wondered.
"Better, it was exciting and very...satisfying. Although I did miss being able to touch you and hold you. But I liked that it was something a bit different for us. It was good, really good," she assured him with a big smile.
"Good to know," he murmured and kissed her in passing to find his boots.
"Hey, and maybe next time...I can tie you up?" she suggested.
"Hell yeah!" he agreed with a playful flash of his eyebrows.
They finished dressing then and packing up their stuff, leaving their hotel room just in time to check out. Upon leaving the hotel, they took a cab to the harbour in order to store their luggage on The Jolly Roger and then went in search of somewhere for brunch since the pair of them were rather ravenous after their vigorous activities of the night before.
Once they were stuffed to bursting with French toast, eggs, bacon and hot cocoa, they emerged onto the streets of Boston once more. "So..." Killian started, "did you want to head back home now or..." he faded off, wondering if there was anything else she had in mind for them to see or do on their weekend away.
Emma thought about it for a moment before a smile grew on her lips and she took his hand, lacing her fingers through his. "Do you mind if we do a little more shopping first?" she asked him sweetly.
He sighed deeply. Shopping was not his favourite activity, but he would do anything if it meant spending time with her and it made her happy. "Of course not. Lead the way then, Swan," he waved his fake hand ahead of them.
"Hold on," she said as she took her phone from her pocket and pulled them towards a nearby bench. "I just need to do a little research first. Not sure if the kind of store I am looking for is still in the same place," she muttered as she brought up an app on her phone and began to type in something. "Yeah, okay we'll probably need to take a cab from here," she said after a couple of minutes as she pocketed her phone again and gave her husband a smile.
He frowned. "What exactly are you shopping for?" he wondered. She was being rather coy about something.
Emma grinned to herself and leaned in close to him. "Something they don't sell back home...and not something I would dare to buy back there even if they did, because I could only imagine the gossip it would cause," she told him vaguely.
Killian continued to frown, feeling rather lost in this realm for the first time in a long time. "Swan?"
She leant over and kissed his cheek. "I just thought we could find a store that specialises in something we discussed yesterday. Something you said you were interested in playing with, the adult kind of play thing," she added with a wink.
"Do you mean," he looked around to check they were alone and would not be overheard, "you are suggesting we go shopping for... sex toys?" he whispered the last two words as an elderly woman ambled by with her dog.
Emma looked up at him, attempted to flash her eyebrows as he did and nodded. "I mean," she shrugged one shoulder, "I'm into exploring more of this stuff together if you want, especially after last night."
"Oh, I want, love. Count me in. I am all in," he readily agreed as he nodded vigorously.
"Then let's go." She took his hand again and pulled him to his feet as they began to search for a cab.
When they finally found the store she had found during her quick online search, the pair of them spent almost an hour picking things out that they each thought looked fun to play with together. And she might have found some naughty lingerie to surprise him with too.
They eventually left with a bag full of purchases, both looking forward to another chance to explore more in their intimacy together and expand their sexual horizons.
But, that's another story!
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