Sorry this one is a little later than promised. Thankfully, I managed to get most of the editing done before covid struck but I hope you'll forgive any mistakes I may have missed.

Killian was surprised to find that his hand wasn't trembling when he reached for the door handle. While it had been a few years since he'd last been intimate with a woman, this wasn't something he was nervous about. He might not have known Emma for long, but there was something about the ease they had around each other that made him feel like they'd been friends for years. It felt like this was something they'd always been doing, so as he pushed down on the handle, there wasn't a nervous butterfly to be found.

"Took you long enough," Emma teased, as he stepped into the room and pushed the door shut behind himself.

Killian took a moment just to scan the space, taking in the similar décor to his own bedroom and the slightly larger balcony he could see outside the French doors on the other side of the bed. Only then did he drop his gaze down to the woman laying on it.

A part of him had been expecting to find her stretched out naked on top of the sheets. Instead, Emma had tucked herself under the soft cotton, covering up all but her neck and shoulders. She was propped up on one side with her head cradled in her hand and had been staring at the bedroom door.

Killian wasn't entirely sure how to respond to her taunt, so instead of giving her his words, he decided that this was a time for action. Reaching behind himself, he grabbed the neck of his sweater, pulled it up his body and over his head, then dropped it to the floor.

"Wow. You should not be hiding that body under all of those layers," Emma teased, her eyes roving greedily across his chest as she let go of her grip on the sheets.

Killian didn't respond. Instead, he dropped his hands down to his belt and began unfastening the buckle. Once it was hanging open, he started working the button on his jeans, pulled down the zipper, then pushed the denim down his legs. After kicking aside his jeans and toeing off his socks, Killian began advancing on the bed.

Emma offered him a beautiful smile as she pushed herself up to sit against the headboard, allowing the sheets to pool around her waist, revealing her naked breasts to his hungry eyes. Killian didn't have much of a chance to appreciate them because the instant she reached for him, he pounced.

Their kisses weren't anything like the ones he had read about in the book she'd thrown at him earlier that month. There was nothing soft and sweet about them. Instead, they were hard and desperate. Lips chasing each other as hands scrambled for purchase on bare skin, pulling each other in closer… tighter. It was ten days' worth of passion and need, colliding in a way that neither one of them had ever experienced before.

Emma was the first to pull away, gasping for breath as she pressed her forehead to his own. "Fuck," she panted out. "I knew this would be good."

Killian still couldn't seem to make any words come, so instead, he put his mouth to work in other ways - pressing kisses into the soft, pale flesh of her skin. Emma kept her fingers woven through his hair as he moved down her chest, nuzzling at the hard lines of her collarbone and the softness of her breasts. There was a dark freckle on the right one that became a new and sudden obsession for him. Killian traced the spot with the tip of his nose before pressing a small kiss to it. When Emma gasped at the contact, he opened his mouth to draw his tongue around it in small, tight circles, and his friend sighed her approval.

Satisfied that he'd given her freckle enough of his attention, Killian shifted his focus to the swell of her breasts.

"Oh… God, that feels good," Emma moaned, as he massaged the flesh with both his hands and his lips.

By the time he'd finished showing the swell of her breasts the time and devotion they deserved, Emma's grip on his hair was starting to border on painful as she tried desperately to guide his lips to where she needed them the most.

Smiling into her skin, Killian finally curled his tongue around her nipple and gave a soft suck that had Emma squealing with surprised delight.

"Jesus, you're so good at this," she sighed, giving his hair a little tug as her upper body seemed to relax under his ministrations.

Killian pressed one more kiss to that little freckle on the side of her breast and allowed Emma to tug him back up so that she could kiss him again. As she did, she urged his body down until it was covering her own. The moment she was flat on her back, Killian could feel the way her hips were moving under the sheets. He reached between them to shove the cotton as far down as he could, then wrapped his arm under Emma's knee to tug her leg up and over his hip.

He'd completely forgotten that she wasn't wearing anything until that moment. His hand glided effortlessly over her bare skin, trailing up her thigh and over the curve of her hip to settle against the swell of her ass as he rocked down into her.

Emma pulled her lips away from his to whisper, "You're wearing too many clothes," into his ear, before she sucked the lobe into her mouth and gently bit down on it.

Killian's hips pushed harder into her own in response.

"Take your fucking boxers off," she panted harshly, giving his chest a little shove.

Killian didn't want to move away from her. He didn't want to stop touching her long enough to take off his underwear. But he followed her directions anyway because somewhere, in the very back of his mind, he knew that it would give him everything his body craved at that moment.

This time, instead of crawling onto the bed, Killian lifted the sheets to slide in beside her. Emma rolled over to meet him in the middle.

The feel of her bare skin against his own was heavenly. Hers was slightly cooler than his, even though it was now covered in a light sheen of sweat, and it helped to keep him grounded even though his mind felt like it was soaring.

Emma gave his shoulders a gentle shove, pushing him onto his back as she rolled once again, this time bringing herself to a stop straddling his thighs. She pulled her lips away from his with a groan, then reached over to the bedside table for something Killian couldn't see, while she braced her free hand against his chest to push herself up into a sitting position. After sweeping her hair away from her face, she raised the small foil wrapper in her hand and offered him a cheeky wink.

"Someone came prepared," he teased, as he settled his hands on her hips. Killian couldn't help it. He needed to keep himself anchored to her in every way possible.

"You aren't?" she threw back, as she ripped the package open and reached down to take him gently in hand.

Killian's eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of her small hand wrapped around his shaft. It was an image he'd tried to push from his mind the moment he'd realized just how beautiful she was, and one that his imagination definitely hadn't done justice to.

She gave him a few lazy pumps with her fist before she stopped to roll the latex carefully down until he was fully sheathed. Killian opened his eyes just in time to watch as she pushed herself up to her knees and drew the head of his cock through the wetness gathering between her thighs.

"Fuck me," he whispered, because that was an image that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

"Okay," Emma said, carefully positioning him at her entrance before she sank down and over him.

"Emmy," he choked out, because he wasn't quite expecting her to move as fast as she had, and he definitely should have braced himself for how warm and tight and perfect she would feel while wrapped around him.

She took a moment just to steady herself before she reached back to brace her hand against his thigh and then began to gently roll her hips.

Killian was in sensory overload. The feel of her hand gripping his thigh was a kind of painful pleasure he'd never felt before, and the movements she was making with her body were a form of cruel and unusual torture – of that, he was sure. It felt too slow – and yet, he knew it would all be over far too fast. The sight of her body on top of his own, the way she was taking her pleasure from him – it was erotic in a way he'd never even considered.

Killian brought his hands up to grip her hips, more for his own sanity than for her steadiness, and his gaze caught on the black ink just peeking out from behind his left hand. Emma had told him about her tattoo while they'd been in Nice, and he'd seen small glimpses of what he now knew to be the swan's head while they'd been out together all week. However, seeing it in person for the first time felt different somehow. Killian raised his thumb to trace the dark outline, and Emma released a breathy little moan above him.

Her free hand made its way onto his other thigh, and suddenly, her movements were coming a little harder and faster. Her breasts were bouncing enticingly with the change in speed, and Killian found one of his hands drifting up to cup the flesh before he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Fuck, yes," Emma gasped.

From the corner of his eye, Killian watched as she pulled one of her hands off his thighs and brought it up to her face. He had assumed she was moving her hair away from her eyes. He was too distracted by the movements her body was making to pay too much attention, so he started slightly when she dropped that same hand down her body to the place where they were joined.

It didn't take long for him to notice the effect her ministrations were having. Emma's walls seemed to be fluttering around him as she timed the thrum of her fingers to the bounce of her legs. That warm, wet, tight heat wrapped around him seemed to become impossibly hotter, wetter, and tighter.

"Fuck, Emmy," he panted, screwing his eyes shut because that familiar heat was starting to bloom low in his gut, growing more and more ferocious by the second. "You – you have to slow down," he begged. "I'm not gonna last much longer – It's too good."

"Don't care," she spat out, as she continued her moves. "Want you too much."

Killian brought his other hand up to tease the flesh of her free breast. He hoped that the stimulation there, combined with the movements of her fingers and the bounce of her body, would help get her where she needed to be faster – because the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself. He'd always prided himself on putting a woman's pleasure before his own. He wasn't going to let Emma be the first to take that from him.

"Close," she whined, throwing her head back as her eyes fluttered shut. "So close."

Killian ground his teeth together to stave off the inevitable for just a moment longer.

When a soft hand suddenly began running through his hair, his eyes sprang open to meet Emma's lust-clouded haze.

"Let go," she whispered. "Just let go."

Killian held her gaze and nodded his head once as he allowed that feeling inside to completely overwhelm him, pulling him under a beautiful, crushing wave of pleasure, the likes of which he'd never felt before.

The soft fingers running through his hair tightened briefly as Emma's movements above him began to falter. Moments later, just as he was emerging from the blissful ecstasy he'd been floating in, her body began to shudder as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down over her.

Killian's arms came up to wrap around her body, and Emma collapsed on top of him. While she continued to float, he tucked her face into the crook of his neck and began counting each of her heavy breaths.

He wasn't sure how long they remained that way, wrapped up in each other's arms, panting, the sweat cooling on their bodies as he softened inside of her. He didn't want to say anything to ruin the mood, but eventually, as with everything in life, the moment came to an end when Emma pulled back slightly and reached up to push her hair away from her face.

"I knew you'd be good at that the moment I saw you in the village," she told him, offering him a cheeky smirk.

"Thanks," Killian replied, because he wasn't really sure what kind of response was appropriate for a comment like that.

Emma rolled herself carefully off his body and to the end of the bed before she pushed herself up to her feet.

"Where are you going?" he called out, suddenly worried that now she'd gotten her fix, she wouldn't want to see him again.

"To the bathroom," Emma chuckled. "Women have to pee after sex. It's a cleanliness thing."

Killian flopped back onto the bed as he brought a hand up to cover his face. He knew that. Every woman he'd ever been with had always used the bathroom after sex. So why the hell had he worried this time?

Unfortunately, the moment Emma closed the bathroom door behind herself, another concern flew into his mind and began burrowing its way deep into his thoughts. Earlier that evening, she'd said she only wanted to sleep with him - that she didn't want a relationship with him. Now that she'd gotten what she wanted, Killian had no idea what he was supposed to do next. He'd never slept with a woman he wasn't in a relationship with before. He didn't know the etiquette she would be expecting. Was he supposed to stay until morning then head back to his own home, pretending that he didn't want to be with her until his taxi arrived to take him to the airport? Was he supposed to leave that evening? Would she expect him to be gone by the time she'd left the bathroom?

Killian pushed himself up and swung his legs over the bed so fast that his head swam a little. As soon as his vision cleared, he began searching for his jeans. Just as he had snatched them up, the bathroom door opened, and a beam of light spilled out, illuminating the bedroom floor.

"Going somewhere?"

Killian turned slowly to face Emma and gulped a little at what he saw. She was still gloriously naked, but she had folded her arms over her chest and propped her hip against the doorframe as she stared over at him. Every part of her radiated beauty and strength and confidence - and it only served to make him want her more.

"I, uh… I was just…"

"Leaving?" she prompted.

"No. Yes. I mean – if you want me too."

"What part of me using the bathroom sent the message that I wanted you to leave?" she pressed, tilting her head slightly.

"I, uh… I haven't done this before," he sighed, dropping the denim back down to the floor. "I wasn't sure what you would expect from me."

Emma's posture softened, but the look on her face was still quizzical. "Are you… you're not – You can't still be a virgin!" she declared fiercely.

"Oh… Oh, God, I'm not!" Killian assured her, because she looked a little scared at the mere idea of that reality. "I'm not! I just – I've never done the whole one-time thing before. I wasn't sure what you would be expecting."

Emma reached out to flick off the bathroom light and closed the door before she headed back to the bed and climbed up on the righthand side of it. She then pulled back the sheets and patted the space beside her. Killian didn't hesitate to swing his legs around and throw the duvet over them.

"So, you've really never done this before?" she asked, as she drew the bedding up to cover her naked breasts and settled herself against the headboard.

Killian was incredibly grateful that she'd removed the distraction of her naked body from this awkward conversation. "No. Never."

"Then… why me?"

He gave her a small smile as he mirrored her position against the headboard, cringing a little at the way the metal frame dug into his spine. "You're not the only one who wanted this," was all he said.

Emma returned his smile but said nothing else. Instead, she pushed herself down to settle her head on a pillow, and after a few seconds delay, Killian once again mimicked her position.

"You know," she began, rolling onto her side to face him, "I don't believe I ever mentioned this being a one-time thing."

Killian felt the smirk tugging at his lips before he was fully conscious of forming it. "You're right," he agreed, rolling over to meet her gaze, which was already sparkling with a familiar kind of humor. "I don't think you did."

"I guess it's a good thing we still have a few hours left until you need to leave."

"Yes," he chuckled. "Yes, it is."

"And who knows… I might even let you have a go on top next time." Emma wiggled her brows playfully at him, and Killian's laughter rang out around the room before she pulled his lips back down to meet her own for another searing kiss.

Happy New Year and thanks for reading.