I hope you all had a Merry Christmas.
"You do know these come with a vase, right?" he asked.
The only sound in the apartment was the dull thud Emma's phone made, as it hit the floor.
She opened her mouth to say something, then snapped it shut, before opening it again.
"Killian?" she finally whispered.
"Hey, Beautiful," he smirked.
Killian waited patiently, as Emma tried her hardest to compose herself. His plan had been to reveal himself the moment she had pulled the door open. But seeing her there, fresh-faced, and wearing nothing but a sinfully tight dress, and a pair of sky-high heels, had left all coherent thoughts fleeing his mind. Instead of announcing his presence, he'd ended up just following the instructions she had given him, on autopilot. When he'd placed those flowers, on the counter, and turned around to explain himself, Emma had disappeared.
"You're here," she finally stated. "Why are you here?"
"I missed you," he replied softly, as he took a few small steps forward, and closer to her. "But, I can leave, if you're busy?" His eyes flicked down the dress Emma was wearing, darkening slightly at the delectable peek it gave of her cleavage, before he lifted them to meet her gaze.
"No," Emma hurried to assure him.
"'No,' you're not busy, or, 'No,' you don't want me to leave?" he chuckled.
"Both?" she asked quietly, as Killian reached forward to take her hands into his. "I guess I'm just stunned that you're here."
"Is it really that surprising?" he wondered, as he joined their fingers together, between the two of them. "I thought I'd made it pretty clear that I couldn't get enough of you?"
"I guess it's still a little hard to believe," she admitted quietly. "Nobody's ever really been all that eager to spend time with me."
"I bet Victor would be," he teased, as his eyebrows jumped on his forehead. "Especially when you're wearing that dress."
Emma looked down at herself and flushed bright red at the reminder of what she was wearing. But Killian didn't give her the time to doubt herself. Instead, he dipped his head, as he leaned in, to press a soft kiss to her lips.
As soon as Killian's lips met hers, Emma's body seemed to spark into life, as she gasped beneath him. She slid her hands up his arms, using one to anchor herself to him, while the other buried itself in his hair, as Killian's own wrapped around her back, to pull her in tight. She didn't realise they were moving, until her back hit the wall behind her. Emma moaned against his lips, as she used the solidness of the wall to push herself further into his embrace, suddenly desperate to feel Killian's hands all over her.
"God. Tell me you want this as much as I do," he begged her, as he dropped his lips down, to begin covering every inch of bare flesh he could see, that her dress failed to cover.
"I do," she gasped, arching forward to thrust her chest closer to his searching lips. "I want this…. I want you." To make her point, she began tugging on the leather jacket he was wearing, pulling it down Killian's arms until he finally, reluctantly, let go of her, to slide it off completely.
Killian didn't hesitate to drop his hands down to Emma's hips, before he slid them round to her back, and down, over her ass, to test to give in her dress. When he realised that it was probably too tight for what he had planned, he gave it a gentle tug, to ease the fabric up slightly, over her hips, before he pulled softly, on the back of her thighs, to encourage her up and into his arms.
Emma moaned wantonly at the change in position, as she wrapped her legs around Killian's waist, locking her ankles together to pull him in impossibly closer. The change in position allowed her to feel every inch of him pressed against her, and Emma couldn't have stopped herself from grinding down against him if she'd have wanted to.
"Shit," Killian gasped, as he broke free from her lips once more. This time, Emma was the one who wouldn't remove her lips from his skin, as she kissed along his cheekbone, to suckle on his earlobe. "Bedroom?"
"Down the hall," she whispered.
Emma stopped her kissing just long enough for Killian to find his way there. But the moment he kicked her bedroom door half-closed, she pulled his lips back to hers.
"God, you're so beautiful," he mumbled, as he reached up to pull Emma's hair free from the ponytail she'd tied it back in.
Emma wanted to protest that she really wasn't anything special. But, with Killian looking at her, the way he was, she actually found herself believing that she could be.
"May I?" he asked, suddenly pulling back to meet her eyes. Emma was confused for a split second, until she felt Killian's fingers dance along her skin, just above the zipper of her dress.
"Yeah." She nodded for added effect, and watched as his eyes seemed to darken further, before Killian carefully pulled the zip the rest of the way down. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on Emma's, as his hands slid up her back, to the thin straps that were holding the dress in place, before he gently pushed them off her shoulders.
The moment the dress hit the floor at Emma's feet, she brought her hands up, ready to cover herself. She was painfully aware that she was stood before him, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties, and her favourite black heels, while Killian was still fully dressed.
"Don't," he barked out, startling her slightly, in the quiet of the room. "Don't cover yourself," he explained, lowering his voice. "You're stunning. I want to see you. All of you."
Emma lowered her arms back down to her sides, but Killian could sense that she was still feeling a little awkward about the entire situation.
While he'd never met Neal, Ruby had told him a few less-than-pleasant stories about Emma's former flame. However, it wasn't until that moment when Killian truly found himself hating the guy. Neal had been lucky enough to spend years with the goddess before him. She should have been stood there, confident in her beauty and sexuality.
Not wanting to hide away from him, uncertain of herself.
Jesus, did the guy never tell her just how beautiful she was?
Killian was smart enough to know that bringing up his thoughts, in that moment, wouldn't help at all. So, instead, he reached back and over his shoulders, to grab the black t-shirt he was wearing, and pulled it over his head. Being topless was never something he felt overly confident about either. However, he hoped that it would help Emma feel less vulnerable in that moment.
It was as his hands dropped down to undo his own belt that he felt the first brush of her fingertips, down his chest.
"Sorry," Emma mumbled, pulling her hand back suddenly, when Killian's eyes flew up to meet hers.
"Don't be," he chuckled. "You can touch me, Emma. In fact, I quite like it when you do."
Emma tentatively brought her hand back to Killian's chest, running it down the patch of dark hair there. It was something she had dreamed of doing, ever since Hook had shown up on her screen, wearing those low-cut shirts he loved. The hair was much softer than she had expected it to be, and Killian appeared to be far more sensitive than she had imagined, given how the muscles of his stomach jumped under her touch. In a moment of spontaneity, she brought her hands up to brush over his nipples, and Killian moaned low in his throat.
"Jesus, that's far sexier than it should be," he mumbled, pulling her in a little closer, to brush kisses over her collarbone.
As Emma's hands continued their exploration of Killian's back and chest, Killian decided to do a little exploring of his own, as he started to cover her skin in small, delicate kisses. It was obvious to him that Emma hadn't been shown the love she deserved, throughout her life; first from her parents, and then from her fiancé. So, he was determined to right that wrong, as soon as he could.
Emma gasped as Killian dropped to his knees before her, to continue placing sweet kisses over her torso. After their passionate encounter in the lounge, she'd been expecting something hot and fast when they made it back to her room. She wasn't expecting the tenderness and care that he seemed determined to show her, before he got anywhere near where she was already wet and aching for him.
Killian kissed his way over Emma's collarbone, and down to her breasts, keeping his attention firmly fixed on the swell of both, and away from her nipples, before he made his way back down, and over the tight muscles of her tummy.
It was when he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton, tickling her gently, that Emma's hips bucked away from the wall he'd somehow, once again, backed her into, without her knowing. "Fuck," she gasped, as she brought one hand down to thread through his hair, and another up to cup her left breast.
Killian smirked a little as he watched her, before he continued his kisses down to tease along the line of black lace around her hips.
Emma was expecting him to pull them down.
She was expecting the brush of his fingers, along her hips.
She wasn't expecting the kiss he placed, over the black lace, just above her clit.
"Oh, God," she groaned. She was so sensitive, that just that one tender touch; the softness of Killian's lips, combined with the roughness of the lace, was one of the most erotic sensations of her entire adult life.
Killian continued his journey down, brushing gentle kisses over the dampness of Emma's panties. He smirked to himself at the way her hips seemed to be moving unconsciously against his face, and how her fingers were making more confident strokes over her breasts.
"Can I take these off?" he asked, as he licked his way back up, and over the lace.
Emma nodded, not trusting her voice in that moment, and arched her hips away from the wall, to help Killian slide them down her legs. He didn't bother taking them all the way off, instead, he let them fall as far as Emma's knees, before he pressed her back, into the wall again.
"You're so wet," he whispered in awe, as he drew one, long finger up through her drenched folds.
Emma's hands flew down to anchor herself, one threading through Killian's hair, and the other gripping his shoulder tightly.
"Is this all for me?" he asked, gently teasing that one digit up and down, over and over.
"Yes," she croaked out. "For you. Only you. Please?" She wasn't even sure what she was begging him for in that moment. Emma just needed something to relieve that pressure building inside of her.
"Stunning," he remarked, before leaning forward to trace the same path his finger had taken, with his tongue.
"Oh, fuck," Emma gasped, screwing her eyes closed. It had felt good over the lace of her underwear. Without that barrier, Killian's mouth felt electric against her skin.
He took his time, gently teasing Emma, first with just the tip of his tongue, before he flattened it out to make long, slow passes over her heated flesh, occasionally stopping to suck gently on her clit. When she was a quivering mess above him, her hips writhing against his mouth, Killian finally eased his index finger into her, stroking her slowly.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "Please…"
"What do you need?" he asked gently.
It might have been their first time together, but Killian wanted to use it to explore Emma's body properly. He wanted to know exactly what it took to make her quiver, and what she needed to help her get to her peak.
"More," she gasped. "Please, I need more."
Killian nodded his understanding, and eased his finger out, to tease along Emma's wet flesh once more, before he slipped two inside of her, to curl gently. "How's that, Beautiful? Too much?"
"No," she confirmed, shaking her head for emphasis. "That's good. That's really good."
"You think you can come for me, like this?" he wondered.
Emma looked down to where she could see his hand, still moving softly inside of her, and shook her head sadly. While it was, by far, one of the sexiest sights she'd ever had the pleasure to witness, she still needed a little something else to tip her over the edge.
"It's okay," Killian reassured her. "I just wanna learn how to make this good for you, Sweetheart. The more you tell me, the faster I learn."
Emma opened her mouth to put a voice to her need, but Killian beat her to it, dipping his head once more to begin sucking gently on her clit. Her hips bucked wildly in response. "Oh, fuck. Yes," she moaned, as she rocked them in time with the fingers he was still pumping in and out of her. "I'm so close."
Killian grazed his teeth gently over Emma's flesh, and that was all it took to send her careening over the edge. He watched as her eyes screwed shut with her pleasure, and her head dropped back against the wall. He didn't think she'd realised that she'd brought her hand back up, to tease around her breasts. But as she came back down, he watched as she continued to gently knead the flesh there, helping to prolong her orgasm, just as he was doing with the slow slide of his fingers, and the gentle, teasing flicks of his tongue.
"You're stunning," he whispered, as he pushed himself up to his feet, to gather her into his arms. Emma was still a little unsteady on her feet, so Killian swept her up, to carry her the short distance to her bed, before setting her down gently.
Emma pulled him down and onto her, not caring at all that he was crushing her slightly, due to their awkward angle. All she knew was that in that moment, she needed him, more than she needed to breath.
Killian couldn't stop himself from grinding down against her, seeking some kind of friction for himself. Watching Emma come apart, under his hands, was one of the most erotic experiences of his own life. And although he'd promised himself, to make this night all about her, he couldn't deny his basic primal need for a release of his own.
"Please," she begged, breaking away from his kisses, to slide her hands over his shoulders, and down into the back of his open jeans. Her own release had left her feeling more confident, and desperate for more of the man in her arms.
As Killian shimmied his way out of his jeans and boxers, Emma kicked off her own panties and heels, before she rolled him over, and onto his back, to straddle his waist. She had deliberately avoided looking below his waist, but Emma could feel the way he brushed against her ass, with every movement of her hips. Instead, she focused her attention on the wet, suckling kisses she was placing over his own torso.
Killian had made her feel so loved and desired with his own actions. She wanted to make sure he knew she felt the same way about him.
When she flicked her tongue experimentally over his nipple, Killian's hips bucked up wildly, grinding his erection into her ass, and they both moaned loudly at the action.
"Jesus, you're perfect," he gasped, as she made her way through his happy trail, rubbing her nose through the soft hair there, as she licked and sucked her way down his body.
Killian stopped her before she could drop any lower.
"As much as I've dreamed of you, doing that," he explained, "If you do, this is going to be over embarrassingly quickly."
Emma let out a small giggle at the thought of just how much she'd managed to affect this beautiful human being, and Killian growled playfully as he surged forward to capture her lips with his, once more.
"You know, it's not nice to laugh at a man, when he's naked underneath you," he explained playfully, as he pulled back.
"Sorry," Emma chuckled. "It's just… It's nice to know I have the same effect on you, as you do on me."
Killian reached for her left hand, placing his over the top of hers, and lacing their fingers together, to slide down his body, until they reached his cock. "This is the effect you have on me, Emma. Never doubt that."
She swallowed hard at the heat burning behind his eyes, with his words, as Killian guided her hand up and down him slowly.
Jesus, he was big.
And hard.
And thick.
Emma had been no virgin before she'd met Neal. And, although their relationship had lacked in many areas, they'd had a fairly satisfying sex life.
But, without even seeing him, she could already tell that Killian was going to stretch and fill her like nobody else ever had before.
"We'll go slow, okay?" he reassured her, as Killian watched the doubt flick behind her eyes. "It's been a while for me, so… it's probably best we do… if you don't want that embarrassingly quick ending."
Emma chuckled again, but nodded her agreement. "For me too," she agreed. Killian looked like he wasn't quite sure he believed her, so she rushed to clarify, "I haven't since I met you. With anyone else, I mean. I've um… I've taken care of myself, obviously."
Killian squeezed his eyes shut at the images his mind was quick to supply, and his cock jumped a little, where they were still slowly stroking him, together. "Did you think about me?" he asked, before he could stop himself.
"Yes. I used to think about you, before we even met."
Killian leaned forward once more, to press his lips eagerly to Emma's as he thought about her words. About how she'd look, spread out across that very bed, with her own fingers buried inside of herself, calling out his name as she came. Or maybe she had a collection of toys she'd use instead. Maybe she'd fuck herself with one of those, pretending it was his cock, as she teased her own breasts, to thoughts of his lips, wrapped around them.
"Emma," he groaned, "I need you. Now."
"Yes," she agreed, sliding back on his thighs to give him some room to move. When she finally dropped her eyes down to watch him, she almost swallowed her own tongue. Their joined hands were still moving slowly up and down his cock, which was glistening in the low light, seeping in from the hall.
"Do I um… do we need anything?" he asked softly, snapping Emma's attention back up to his eyes.
It took her a long moment to clear the lust from her brain enough to realise what he was asking, before she bent over his body, to reach into the draw on the other side of the bed.
The angle gave Killian a fantastic view of her breasts, and he leaned forward to nuzzle at them both, before he began flicking the tip of his tongue over her left nipple.
"Fuck, you're good at that," Emma sighed, as she pulled back with a condom in hand, to cradle his head to her chest.
"You're irresistible," Killian teased, as he took the small foil wrapper from her, to tear open with his teeth. "Delectable," he continued, as he finally released her hand, to steady himself. "Incredible," he added, as he rolled the latex down, and over himself. "Gorgeous," he assured her, as he pulled her back down to him, for another kiss. "Mine," he finished, with a low growl, and a teasing nip of his teeth, to her lower lip.
"Oh, God, yes," Emma agreed. "Yours. Only yours."
Killian allowed himself two strong and confident pumps of his own hand, before he moved his it to settle on Emma's waist. "Are you ready, Sweetheart?" he asked, slipping his right hand round, to brush over her softly.
She was still wet and aching for him, which was exactly what he had hoped to find.
Emma looked a little nervous, but with the guidance of Killian's hand on her hip, she rose up, onto her knees, before carefully sinking down over him.
"Slowly," Killian warned, as he watched Emma's face grimace a little, from the stretch and burn. "We have all night, Sweetheart."
He pulled her forward, until she was close enough to kiss, hoping to help distract her a little, as she adjusted to his size. When Emma moaned into his mouth, tightening her grip on his hair, Killian pushed up a little more, sinking into her easily, as she ground down against him. He carried on that way, using light touches, and tender kisses, to keep her calm and relaxed, as he gently pushed up into her tight heat, until Emma's ass was finally flat against his thighs.
"Oh, God. You're so deep like this," she moaned, bracing her hands on his chest, to rock her hips above him.
Killian found himself gritting his teeth in that moment, as he reached out to still Emma's hips. "Embarrassingly quick," he reminded her, as he fought down the urge to come, that had been building ever since he'd seen her in that skin-tight, black dress. When he finally thought he had a handle on himself, he slipped his hands down Emma's thighs, to encourage her to move once more.
For all their awkwardness that evening, it didn't take them long to settle into an easy routine, of push and pull, with Killian's fingers and lips teasing the flesh of Emma's breasts, as she writhed above him.
"I'm so close," she panted.
He slipped his fingers back down Emma's body, to brush against the place where they were joined, gathering some of her wetness, before he slid them up to rub soft circles around her clit.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Emma chanted, as her head fell back, and her hips faltered in their rhythm.
"So beautiful," Killian mumbled, as he leaned forward to capture one of her nipples between his teeth.
That was all it took to send Emma sailing over that precipice once more, as she cried out, before she collapsed against his chest, sweaty and sated.
Killian followed soon after, spilling into the latex condom, as he buried his face into Emma's hair, to smother his own unintelligible cries.
"Ems? You here?" Ruby called out, as she let herself into the apartment. "You're not going to believe the fucking day I've had."
When there was no reply from inside the home, Ruby made her way to Emma's bedroom door, to check on her friend.
She hadn't been expecting the sight that greeted her.
Ruby watched as a very naked Killian Jones, pulled her equally naked best friend into his arms, a little tighter. She smiled to herself, happy to see the lovers reunited once more, before she closed the bedroom door quietly, and headed for the bathroom, to wash off the beer and grease from her day.
Wishing you all a Happy New Year.
Thanks for reading.