A/N: I was going to post this on Friday but decided to post it early. Thanks for all of your feedback! There will be one more part, but I could probably persuaded into writing more of this universe ;)

She's bracing herself for what's to come, preparing herself for rejection, but she supposes that's the risk she has to take putting herself on the line as she has.

Emma has an inkling he is worth the risk.

It feels like a million years before he moves, but when he finally does, he's swift and cursory and he's cupping her face on his hands, lips crashing into hers. Emma's entire body is ignated, the burning flames engulfing her as he walks her back towards the bed.

Without breaking the kiss, she gets up on the mattress and kneels in front of him, liquid heat coursing through her veins. As his hands move from her face, fingers roaming over her curves and squeezing her hips, her brain is too muddled to reconsider her decision. Not that she wants to stop, because the way his lips move against hers, the way the stubble on his chin feels against her lips, makes her really, really want to move his head down to where she's soaking wet so he can taste what he's doing to her. But instead, she's sliding her hands down his abs, her fingers finally feeling every groove and muscle of his stomach. She reaches for the towel blocking her view and pulls open the cotton material, letting it fall from his hips and onto the floor with a soft thump.

A growl tears through his throat, and it's rough and primal, and it's maddening how much more aroused she is from the sound as he's swiping his tongue along the seam of her lips, and she's eagerly granting him entrance. She's opening her mouth, letting their tongues unite, sparks flying between them as she tastes how warm and amazing his mouth is, his tongue fiercely stroking hers.

Every touch feels like an electrical current, and she's consumed by the flux of heat surging from his hands, from his lips, how warm his chest feels pressed against her breasts. Emma's fingers hook under the waist of his underwear and she tugs the intruding material down his legs, their lips still locked as he steps of them. Her hand wastes no time curling around his shaft, finally feeling what her fingers have itched to touch most of all, and fuck , he's still hard as a rock, the rigid muscle sliding smoothly in her grip. She strokes him roughly, eliciting a few delicious groans that are flying into her mouth. She hungrily swallows them down and deepens the kiss while he tugs the skirt of her dress, dragging it up her thighs and over her hips, his hands cupping her bare ass when he does, fingers slipping underneath her thong and sending shivers down her spine. He's cupping both cheeks in his hands and pressing her into him, and she removes her hand and grabs onto his hip so he's rubbing his dick into her covered folds.

"Fuck," he curses roughly into her mouth, but doesn't stop thrusting, his hips moving at just the right speed and pressure and she's not even sure how he's still standing with how wrecked he looks. His hand is snaking around and sliding up the inside of her thighs, which are slick and dripping with her warm nectar. "Love, you're completely drenched," he whispers, his forehead pressed to hers to keep himself balanced as they catch their breaths after that scorching kiss. Killian pulls back to scan her face as he presses his thumb into the dip in her chin, just below her swollen lips. "Are you sure about this?" he asks in a husky whisper and she nods fiercely, not having to think about the question at all before supplying an answer.

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't have invited you to stay," she answers cheekily.

"I know, but I wanted to make sure you weren't having second thoughts."

Emma's astounded as she looks into his eyes and knows he genuinely wants to make sure she's one hundred percent certain she wants this. "I'm not. I want you," she clarifies, never taking her eyes off his. "Do you want this, too?"

A strangled laugh leaves his throat, his body vibrating against hers and he takes her hand and presses her palm against his cock, making her clit throb as she wraps her fingers around his girth, and shit ; he's aching and hard and dripping with pre-come from the slit. "I think it's pretty clear I want you."

Emma laughs softly, idly stroking him in her hand. "It is, but you've been hard since you walked through the door, so how am I to know if it's because of me…" she says with a pump of his cock, "or because you have to be?"

"Emma," he murmurs with a groan because her hand is still wrapped around his cock, but he's appalled she would even think such a thing. "I wasn't hard because I had to be…" A lazy smirk pulls at his lips. "I was hard because you're fucking stunning in that dress. You're so stunning in fact, I can't even remember the last time I was this hard," he admits, blush painting his cheeks.

His words send shivers down her spine while she's feeling just how hard he hasn't been in a while, and it makes her blood run hot.

"I assure you, I've wanted you since the second I laid eyes on you."

Emma bites her bottom lip, and it's obvious he's telling her the truth. And that's all she needs to know. "Well now that's out of the way, why don't you pillage and plunder my depths, Captain?"

With a growl, he captures her lips, and his hands are squeezing her ass, the pads of his fingers kneading into her skin. He's gently pulling her to him so her cunt is rubbing up against him - oh god - and her eyes are rolling into the back of her head because it feels amazing, and he pulls her soaking panties down so the skimpy fabric stops at her knees, as she's still kneeling on the edge of the bed. The kiss heats up, hotter than molten lava, and he's taking her zipper and pulling it down, removing the final barrier between them, other than her red lace bra, which he quickly unlatches.

"So beautiful…"

Her bra hits the floor, joining the pile, and Killian's taking in the sight of her breasts with hungry eyes, and he's wrapping his arms around her, his hands resting on the small of her back, leaning in and drawing a soft nipple between his lips. Good God, his mouth is so warm and his tongue and lips feel so luxurious and tender, she lets out a quiet whimper, not wanting to be too loud and wake up her roommate. But she can't help the sounds pouring from her mouth because he's making her nipples hard with the way his tongue strokes the pink bud, the way his teeth nip it delicately and the way his hand toys with her other breast, massaging and kneading the pliant flesh in his palm and tweaking her nipple with his thumb. His hips never stop rubbing against her, and her hand never stops stroking his thick cock as he's caressing her nipples, drawing each one in his mouth while he gently plays with the other between his fingers. She inhales sharply, her heart rate picking up as he's dipping a finger from his free hand into her core and stroking her slit, making her instant putty in his hands.

"Bloody hell," he cries out and thrusts his dick into her fist. "I need to taste you."

"You really don't have to," she assures him, even though she wants him to, but she wants him inside her more.

"Believe me when I tell you, Emma, I want to," Killian groans and urges her backward as he climbs on the bed to join her. The way his tongue lashes over his lips so salaciously as he stares at her glistening folds, and the sincerity lacing his words tells her he's not lying.

They land in the middle of the bed with a rough collision of lips and tongues, and his naked body on top of hers. His lips are on her neck, hands buried in her hair and she opens her legs so he's lying between her thighs, his cock pressed against her flesh. She feels the heat and the stiffness of his erection pressing at her folds and the images of him moving those delicious hips when he'd danced for her fills her head and she knows exactly what he'll look like when he's pounding into her. God, she's getting so impatient.

"Fuck me," she whispers and kisses him again, wrapping her legs around his waist so he carries her with him as his hips rock above her, and - ohhh - he feels so good, she needs him inside her now.

"Patience, darling," he coos in a teasing voice, and apparently he's intent on torturing her because his lips are moving down her body in a blazing hot pursuit, leaving open-mouthed kisses and little nips on the swell of her breasts, between her peaks and down her stomach, in the small dip of her belly button and across her waistline, slowly making his way down.

It feels like the ground is opening up, disappearing beneath her; her stomach is coiled up and his breath is hot, her core aching to be touched and nipped and licked, thanks to his talented lips and tongue on her skin. He makes his way down, sinking lower and lower and lower until he's kissing her nub and - oh - he's licking up her slit, kissing her tenderly, tongue slithering inside her as it had slithered inside her mouth. Her head sinks back into the pillow, a moan rushing past her lips as he sinks his tongue deeper and deeper, flicking it with the perfect pressure and speed.

Her hands are moving to his head fisting thick locks of his gorgeous hair between her fingers, and he's gripping her thighs, throwing her legs over his shoulders, giving him full access to her warmth. His tongue feels amazing, so soft and hot, and her body is slowly crumbling, coming undone, eyes closed, lost in her own head. He's insistent on taking her all the way with his mouth, and she's not complaining because she's almost there already. Her hands grope the back of his head as she feels a finger at her entrance again, feels him sliding it in and out of her heat, in and out again until his finger is wildly plunging into her depths and she's panting and breathless and her heart is beating frantically.

He's adding a second and third finger, licking her up and sucking her into his mouth until her clit is pulsing against his tongue and she's screaming now, unable to suppress the noises pouring from her mouth. Her inner walls clench around his fingers until she can no longer hold back, until she's hit with the most powerful orgasm she's ever experienced, hot, intense pleasure bursting inside her. She's trembling violently, the room's spinning around her and she's dizzy, even with her eyes jammed shut. He's still licking her and she's so sensitive, her hands are pushing him away. Thankfully, he relents, but first bathes her thighs with his tongue, making sure to collect all of her nectar in his mouth and swallow it down. Her body is but a pile of flesh and bone and she feels like she's floating, fading away into nothing; she needs several moments to recuperate but she still wants him fucking her with that big, beautiful cock of his.

"You all right, love?" he asks, and though he sounds concerned, she can almost hear that cocky grin on his handsome face.

"Mhmm," is all she can muster for the moment. She's unable to move a muscle in her body except to open her eyes, and at first, everything's a blur, all of the colors in the room sort of blending together. Once she's seeing clearly again, she looks up at him to see that, sure enough, he's got a big, ridiculous smirk on his face, and the corners of his mouth pull in, only so he can lick her orgasm off his fingers, his eyes a liquid blue as he trains them on her green ones. But he has every right to be proud of himself because, holy hell, that was all kinds of amazing, his mouth felt like all kinds of heaven, and she could've died happily with Killian Jones eating her out.

Once he's done licking her orgasm like powdered remnants of Cheetos on his fingers, Killian backtracks a trail of kisses, moving up her body, and this time, his lips and beard are wet with her arousal, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He lifts his head and leans in, whispering soft, filthy things into her ear, telling her how good she tastes, and all she wants is to kiss him. So she does, and his mouth is on hers and she's parting her lips, letting his tongue probe inside so she can taste the tang and sweetness of her own nectar marked indelibly on his lips. She glides her hand down his chest, and there's hot, wet heat on his dick as he's sliding through her folds, and there's a delicious friction, a heady mingle of tongues and lips with just the slightest hint of teeth and his shattered words, "Gods, I'm gonna fuck you hard," getting utterly lost in the build. And oh it feels so good, and she can't wait for him to fill her to the brink. But first...

Slowly finding the strength to move again, Emma pushes him back so he's laying on the bed. She's on top of him with a predatory glint in her eyes, hair falling around him in a golden wave, her lips moving down towards his cock before he can protest. Over the unsteady thrumming of his heart, she speaks between a dirty onslaught of kisses down his chest, an evil smirk dancing over her lips as she looks up at him. "Not yet, I wanna taste you, too."

"Emma…" is all he can whisper, and as she's moving down that wonderful happy trail leading her to his wooden plank, he's drawing in a sharp breath and dipping his head back into the pillow.

She's taking the glistening head of his cock between her lips, sucking lightly on his velvety tip, and swiping her tongue over his slit to collect the precome oozing from it. He tastes so delicious and salty, and his scent is addicting; with the way his breath catches, turning into a guttural groan, and the way his fingers sink into her hair, his fists clenching around her golden strands without aiding her movements, she can't seem to stop. She doesn't want to stop. Slowly she's drawing his thick muscle inside her warmth, swollen lips sliding back and forth along his length and adding her tongue so she can taste her nectar on him. She's moving up and down, and up and down, taking him inch by inch until he's hitting the back of her throat. She moans around his cock, the sound emitted from deep inside her belly.

Killian's groaning and gently rocking his hips, indulging in the way she sucks him off, and when she lifts her eyes, his bright, baby blues are staring directly at her, pooled with lust and completely wrecked. She wants to smile, but her mouth is full of his generous length, so instead, she reaches for his balls, taking them into her hand. They're soft and delicate, a silklike texture at her fingertips as she massages them gently in her hand while sucking his dick. The noises pour out of his mouth with no restraint, she's unraveling him slowly and he's trying to refrain from fully thrusting into her mouth as his fingers twist in her hair.

She wouldn't mind one bit if he did, though. She'd love for him to take what he wants, but he's pushing her off before she can do anything about that - before she can process what's happening. Emma was so caught up in her task, she's surprised when he's suddenly on top of her, whispering in her ear, "I wanna come inside you, darling."

She whines but doesn't protest because Good lord , she wants the same.

There's a brief discussion of condoms, but she's on the pill and they're both clean - the idea that she might not be clean is laughable because it's been forever since she's been with a man. However, the time she's spent waiting for the right man while using her vibrator is proving to be well worth the wait, as she'd never imagined a man to be as talented with his hands and tongue as Killian.

"Can you play the song again?" she asks. The striptease he'd put on for her with that song in the background is running through her mind on an endless loop and she wants him to fuck her to that song.

Killian grins salaciously at her question. "I can absolutely play that song again," he answers, but at the same time, he looks too worked up and wrecked to move.

"Okay, I'll get it," Emma laughs softly, and leaves the bed briefly to fetch it.

With the music filling the room again, she climbs in bed as he's stroking his cock to stay erect. He's on top of her once more, and she's parting her thighs in invitation and reaching for his shaft, guiding the tip of him to her swollen entrance.

He's entering her slick walls, pressing into her, and she's stretching around him, still wet and aching and wanting. They're kissing again, and it's a heavenly blend of hot and soft and intense and she's wrapping her legs around him and gripping him tightly as he rocks against the cradle of her hips.

He feels just as good as he looks, probably better, and he fits so perfectly inside her - his dick and her cunt - like a lock and key, and she swears he was made especially for her.

"Bloody hell," he groans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he reaches the hilt of her. He pauses briefly, hindered by her tight sheath; he's almost too big for her.

"Don't stop," she pleas, her voice cracked and broken and barely audible, and she's breathless and panting, and she needs him to fuck her good and hard like she needs air to breathe.

"Sorry, love, you're just so tight and slippery," he growls, deep and guttural. "You're a Goddess."

In he goes again, moving in and out, in and out with just the right pace, and everything falls into place, a pleasant rhythm naturally falling over them. There's a connection of blue and green and they're lost in the heat, her hands gripping his back as he fucks her like she's never truly been fucked before.

Emma finds herself slipping, falling fast, and it doesn't help when he's whispering filthy things in her ear, or rather it does, and it's so hot and intense. At the same time, he's making her feel wanted and loved and worshipped, like the goddess he says she is as he moves inside her. He's twisting her hair between his fingers so he can kiss her lips, her neck, her face, and she's slow liquid heat beneath him. She's believing every word he's feeding her as he slams into her, his cock dragging along her inner walls with the perfect angle and speed until she's gasping - until she's pleading.

"Killian…"

He's holding her tight and looking at her, his eyes dark and hooded, and she's never felt anything quite like this before. Not like this.

"Oh, god…" she cries out, and just when she thinks it can't get any better, he's lifting her leg over his shoulder and slamming deep inside her, as deep as he can go, and fuck it's so incredible, she never wants it to end.

"Come for me, love," he encourages, and she feels his fingers sneak between their bodies, where they're connected, and he's stroking her clit, coaxing her to surrender beneath him. His fingers are slippery and warm and it's just enough to send her over the edge, her walls clamping around him as she comes in waves, ripples of pleasure possessing her body, and he's watching her. He's watching her flushed and panting and gasping underneath him as his name slips from her lips. She takes his breath away. He can't feel anything besides wet heat tightening around him in spasms.

Killian doesn't stop ramming into her, riding her through the aftershocks and chasing his orgasm until he loses all control and he's there, his eyes rolling back into his head. His hips jerk into her, a groan, along with a shattered, "Oh Gods, Emma," leaving his lips as he comes, spurting his seed deep within her walls.

Sitting up, Killian plants a wet kiss to her thigh, his breath hot and fluttering against her skin. He lets her leg land softly on the mattress and collapses gently into her, their chests rising and falling together, bodies melting into each other. His head is resting on the swell of her breasts, harsh pants of air fanning her skin, and she can feel the sharp stubble from his beard and his heartbeat hammering against hers. The song ends and a peaceful silence surrounds them.