Hey y'all! Soooooo you remember how this fic is rated? Yeah there's some stuff happening this chapter lol. I won't say anything else. As always thank you so much to my wonderful beta @superchocovian who is amazing and fabulous and just the best and thank you as well to my dear @artistic-writer who was my second set of eyes on this and made all the beautiful art for the story. And thank you thank you to anyone who reads this. Every like, comment, reblog means more to me than I can say! I hope y'all like this newest installment
Chapter 9
They swam for a while longer until the kids were well worn out and everyone was pruned. After a quick lunch, the kids dug in the sand with Elsa while David and Emma played volleyball against Liam and Killian, the former narrowly beating the latter after a heated match. Thankfully, the only injuries were to the Jones' egos. Mary Margaret had nipped inside to start dinner and Ruby and Victor had long since disappeared. Again.
Dinner was Mary Margaret's spaghetti and meatballs and afterwards they went out to the fire pit in the backyard and started a good sized blaze. Leo and Henry tuckered out early after the excitement of the day, David and Emma tucking them in around 7:30 and not even questioning once that they would be down for the night. At some point around the fire, each of them with a beer in their hand, Ruby suggested truth or dare.
It started out slow. Liam asking generic questions like "what school subject were you the best at?" and David using Emma's truths to drill her on how she met Killian. And then Victor picked dare from Killian. Emma swore if she never saw Victor Whale's pasty white ass running around the fire as he clutched his family jewels again, it would be too soon. Ruby dared Liam to kiss Elsa, which resulted in a very brief peck on the cheek, leaving them both the color of a fire engine. Mary Margaret refused to pick a dare, so Ruby asked her if she had ever had sex anywhere besides inside her home, to which she answered the affirmative with a shrug.
"What? When? How...er, where?" David stammered out. Mary Margaret leaned forward and whispered in his ear, causing him to flush bright pink and mutter a hasty "oh, yeah" with a smirk that made Emma's nose wrinkle.
"What about you, Killian?" Mary Margaret asked.
"Truth." Killian replied surely, his voice softly lilting upwards. Emma watched him carefully, her wide green eyes glued to his face in anticipation.
"Okay, when did you know you were in love with Emma?" Ruby asked, snuggling further into Victor's chest behind her.
"Oh, yes! We want to hear everything," Mary Margaret encouraged.
"Just for the record, some of us don't want to hear everything," David cut in, waving his hand in an exaggerated circle, nose wrinkled in disgust. Mary Margaret rolled her eyes as nudged him quietly before barreling ahead with inquiries at a machine gun's pace.
"Did you know on your first date? Who said it first? Was it in the heat of passion?"
"That, for instance, is one of the things I don't want to know about," David interjected again, Liam nodding his emphatic agreement. Emma couldn't look away from Killian who shifted to leaning his elbows on his knees, his fingers folded together and his thumbs circling one another. His eyes were fixed on the fire, the blue of them highlighted by gold reflections, and his brows were pulled together in thought.
"I don't suppose it was one moment in particular," he began and everything fell silent except the sounds of the crickets around them and an occasional bird calling out in the night. "When I first saw her, I thought she was beautiful, of course, but it's when I spoke to her I knew she was something special. She actually walked out on me," he said with a chuckle. "I slipped her my card before she went, on the off chance she'd want to call. I think I knew after that first meeting that this thing between us had potential to be something extraordinary," he said, his voice clear and even, and Emma's heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going to break a rib. His eyes came up to meet hers as he continued.
"Luckily for me, I must have made an impact and she did call. Then I started spending time with Emma. And I learned more about her, and her beginnings, and her life. I was thrilled and saddened all at once to realize I'd found a kindred spirit in her. Thrilled I'd found someone who understood, and sad because she should have never had to endure the things she had. But it made her who she is: brave, kind, loyal, tenacious, all qualities that make her an amazing person. The amazing person I fell in love with." Emma's breath hitched and she felt unexpected tears prick at her eyes as she stared up at the man beside her. His eyes stayed locked to hers, bright and open as he spoke.
"I think that love starts as a spark. That first spark you feel when you connect with someone. The one I felt with Emma when we met. And every action she has made since has only fanned it into a larger flame. I'd let it burn me alive," he murmured, and Emma knew he was speaking directly to her now. Their friends and family faded away. It was just the two of them. Killian seemed to remember himself first and shook his head lightly before turning back to face the others, the apples of his cheeks flushed pink. "When I realized that, I knew it had to be love." He shrugged with a quick dismissive expression, as if he hadn't just bared his soul to Emma in front of all of them. Emma finally tore her eyes away from Killian and looked around the circle.
Ruby was grinning widely at Killian as Victor pressed a kiss to her hair. Elsa had her knees hugged to her chest, a dreamy expression on her face. Mary Margaret was openly crying, tears streaming down her face that she was trying to wipe away with her fingers, and even David looked reluctantly impressed. Liam was looking straight at Emma, waiting for a reaction. He got one, but maybe not the one he was expecting. Or maybe it was, given their previous conversations.
Either way, Emma found herself standing swiftly, a lump lodged in her throat like a cork keeping the pressure of her emotional state safely bottled in. She had to get out of there before she popped like a champagne bottle on New Year's Eve.
"Emma?" Mary Margaret asked, concerned.
"Are you alright, Emma?" Ruby's voice filtered in when she didn't answer.
"Uh, excuse me," she said, and practically ran into the house. She took the stairs so quickly she worried briefly about waking her son and nephew, but she needed to get to her room. Their room, her brain oh so helpfully reminded her. She closed the door behind her, flicking the bedside lamp on, and went to sit on the bed, Killian's speech running through her head.
If there were two things Emma Swan was good at, it was finding people who didn't want to be found and being able to tell when someone was lying. The thing that rattled her the most was the fact that not once in the whole time Killian was speaking did anything he was saying feel like it wasn't true. This made him either one hell of an actor, or…
No, this was not real. He couldn't have been telling the truth. He didn't love her. He was just doing his job. But why would he say those things specifically? Why would he make it so personal? His words had made her heart swell to bursting before reality came crashing back down and the spell was broken along with the connection of their eyes. For a moment, she had let herself believe it was true. Killian may not have a career that Emma necessarily agreed with, despite hiring him herself, but he was a good man. Any woman would be damn lucky to have someone so thoughtful and affectionate, not to mention devastatingly handsome. It felt amazing, in those fleeting seconds she had allowed herself to hope, to have someone speak about her like she was so cherished and her heart physically ached when reality came crashing down.
But this only brought her back to the why. Why did she even feel this way? Even if what Killian had said was 100% true, she certainly wasn't in love with him. Absolutely not. It was just a crush, at most. Emma wasn't blind, of course she was attracted to him, that's how this all started in the first place, shallow as it sounded. But as they continued to talk and get to know one another, texting tid bits of their weeks, falling into a normalcy between one another, she liked to believe she had become friends with him. And so what if she was stupidly attracted to him? So what if he was the first person she thought of when she woke up after Henry, and the last one she thought of before falling asleep? So what if he made her heart beat faster and her stomach fill with butterflies? So what? It wasn't love. It wasn't.
It wasn't?
A soft knock on the door made her head snap up and out of her train of thought.
"Swan? Are you in there, love?" Killian's voice was muffled through the thick wood of the door, barely audible, but he didn't open it. What she could make out sounded concerned and gentle. Her heart flipped at the sound, touched by the fact that he sought her out to make sure she was alright. She felt that strange sensation of hope trickle back in and she was torn between opening the floodgates or sealing up the dam.
Maybe, just for tonight, she could let the trickle be. Maybe it was the one and a half beers she drank (unlikely) or the hot and heavy flirting and kissing all day (more likely) that had pushed her to this point. Maybe she was trying to prove something. Maybe, like that morning, maybe she could just be in the moment.
She stood and stalked across the room, opening the door just as Killian was poised to knock again.
"Emma," he blurted, surprised. She didn't respond with words, only reached out and tugged him inside by the t-shirt he had redressed in after their swim, letting the door fall shut behind him. He stumbled past her with the momentum and she turned and slid the lock into place as he righted himself. They stared at each other in silence for a long minute.
"Swan, I'm sorry. I know we hadn't discussed any of that, and it all just came out, I couldn't stop it-" he began and she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"I don't care," she said making him blink at her in shock as she walked closer to him. "I don't care if you really meant it. Don't tell me if you did or didn't. Tonight, I really don't want to know. I just want to pretend that you did," Emma finished desperately before hauling Killian forward by the front of his shirt and smashing her lips into his for the third time that day.
He grunted at the contact, stunned still by her kiss, hands coming up automatically to grip at the terrycloth cover near her hips that she had put back on over her bathing suit after swimming for balance. She tugged at his lips with her own, nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth until he opened for her on a muffled groan. She pushed her tongue past his lips, teasing and tasting until he was kissing her back. His pace was slow and reserved where hers was hard and desperate and her small hand wriggled between them to grab him by the waist of his shorts and pull him closer. He pulled back from her with a groan, just enough to look into her eyes, arms twining around her waist to hold her closer.
"Love, wait, are you certain this is what you want? Because if it is, I will be more than glad to indulge you, but I need you to be sure." His eyes were sincere, though already heated, searching hers for an honest answer and she licked her lips. She could feel herself shaking in his arms, desire and nerves rolling through her being.
She was nowhere near as experienced as he was. In fact, the most complete sexual relationship she'd ever had was with Neal (which wasn't saying much) and a flicker of fear flashed through her that she might let him down. It wasn't enough to change her very made up mind, though. She just needed to convince him she was serious. She took a deep breath and ran her hands up his cotton covered chest, looping them behind his neck loosely.
"I want you." Her voice was soft, barely more than a whisper, but honest and insistent still. He searched her eyes for any sign of uncertainty to the point where she was wondering if he'd even heard her.
"You're sure? Because, it's alright if you're not, love. I know I've been a little heavy handed with the affection as of late, but I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you for anything." His brows were knitted together, worried that this wasn't something she really wanted. She smiled softly at him, this ridiculously patient man who had pushed her limits, but never pushed her too far.
"Killian, I promise you. This is what I want," she said, her voice marginally louder than before and she felt a shiver run through his body as she spoke. She could see the conflicting want and apprehension in his eyes as they flickered over her face.
"I just don't want you to do anything you'll regret tomorrow, love," he breathed, his arms tightening around her waist, practically begging her not to go in contradiction to his words. Emma let her head drop back in exasperation, her weight supported by her arms still around his neck.
"Jones, I swear to every god, if you ask me if I'm sure again I'm going to strangle you. Yes. I am one hundred million percent sure. Now, are you gonna do something or-"
"As you wish," he growled and crushed his lips back to hers. One of his hands plunged into her hair, angling her head so he could deepen the kiss more, and she responded greedily. Her arms had tightened around his neck as they drank each other in, the movement of their mouths deep and searching, like they were trying to memorize one another in case this never happened again. His right arm cinched tight around her waist, pulling her torso flush with his. Her skin was prickling with sensation as their mouths stayed sealed tight to one another's until the need for air became too much and they broke apart, each sucking in lungfuls of oxygen. He didn't slow down, though, his lips catching the corner of her mouth and then trailing down her jaw as he slipped his hand from her hair down to her waist to meet his other arm. He lifted her so the tips of her toes were barely touching the hardwood floor as he nipped and suckled at her neck up to her ear, walking her backwards towards the bed.
"All day, I've watched you run around in that little suit of yours," he growled in her ear, giving her lobe a sharp nip and she gasped. "Thought I was going to lose my mind when you dropped this thing." He gave her cover a sharp tug, pulling it free from her body, leaving her standing before him in just the suit again. He stepped back, and dropped his gaze to her lust pinkened skin, taking in every curve intently. His eyes were blazing, ravenous, and there was no warning before he tackled her backwards onto the mattress.
His hands were everywhere, cupping her face and pulling her into a deep kiss, running down her ribs and pressing in hard with his fingers once he reached her hips, toying with the edges of her suit but not delving past it. His lips and tongue pressed everywhere they could reach, trailing love bites across her collarbones, kissing over the line of her jaw, before coming back up and plunging into her mouth again.
Her own hands were not idle, either. She ran her fingers up underneath the soft fabric of his shirt, tracing over the lines of muscles in his back, digging her nails in involuntarily when he grazed over a particularly pleasurable area. When she dipped below the fabric of his trunks to smooth her palm over the bare flesh of his ass, he really seemed to snap.
He reared up onto his knees suddenly, straddling over her thighs, and ripped his shirt over his head, tossing it aside without a care for where it landed, before reaching down and hooking his thumbs into the fabric of her top and peeling it upward over her head as well. It, too, was tossed aside in much the same manner, and Killian froze once it was gone, eyes roaming over her porcelain skin, taking every inch in and committing it to memory. She fought the urge to cover herself under his intense gaze, and he must have noticed, because his eyes snapped back up to meet hers.
"You are bloody gorgeous, sweetheart," he said, sliding back down to cover her body with his own. Emma gasped at the connection of skin on skin, his chest hair rubbing deliciously against her nipples, drawing them into taut peaks. Killian took advantage of her open lips and kissed her again, his tongue sliding over hers with a precision she had never experienced with anyone else. He began his path of kisses downward again, taking time to kiss the hollow of her neck. At the same time, his hands worked their way upward, skimming over the skin of her waist and ribs before settling on either side of her breasts.
He lifted himself off of her slightly and looked down to her exposed chest before sliding his palms inwards and cupping a breast in each of them, pushing them together, feeling their weight. Emma's head fell back and her eyes fell closed at the sensation. They didn't stay that way for long because the moment Killian leaned down and enveloped her rosy nipple into the heat of his mouth, her eyes flew back open and locked onto his. His eyes were darker, pupils blown wide in want, and he sank his teeth into the flesh around her areola with the perfect amount of pressure, holding her gaze all the while. She was certain this man was going to be the death of her already, but it would be a hell of a way to go.
"You taste divine," he moaned, running a stripe up over her sternum with his tongue, before sucking bruises into the soft flesh of her other breast and licking its nipple into his mouth. Emma keened, almost a little too loudly and buried a hand into his hair, holding his face to her chest and digging the fingers of her other hand into the flesh near his spine. His hips rolled down into hers, his very prominent arousal pressing into her belly, making her gasp and roll her own hips upward, seeking friction. She couldn't get much, his legs braced on either side of hers, restricting her movements. She let out a frustrated growl and tugged on his hair.
"Something wrong, love?" he asked teasingly, pushing his hips back down into her again. "Is there something you want?" She growled again and tugged his hair a little harder, trying to buck up into him. He chuckled, drawing a lazy circle around her nipple with his tongue, making her arch into him. "Use your words, darling," he said, and she sat up, pulling him with her by the hair, his hands sliding down to her waist.
"I need you to touch me. Right now," she said breathlessly.
"As you wish," he repeated his words from earlier, and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth, pushing her back into the mattress and slipping his hands down to toy with her bikini line. He traced the edges, so close to where she wanted him but never dipping beyond the stretchy material. She was just about to yell at him to get on with it when he curled his fingers into them and began pulling them down her legs. He stood at the edge of the bed as the bottoms to her swimsuit finally came free of her completely, exposing her to his gaze. His blue eyes were nearly black as they wandered over her body and Emma felt a flush climb up her face and down over her breasts under his scrutiny.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, sinking back onto his knees on the bed and picking up her ankle. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of it, feathering light brushes of his lips up the side of her calf and knee, trailing up to her inner thigh. Killian began to settle himself between her legs, pushing them wider, continuing to kiss and nip his way upwards. He wasn't going to do…that...was he?!
"Wait, Killian, wait," she said, reaching down to push at his head lightly, her embarrassment at her inexperience rearing its ugly head. He looked up in confusion, his dark brows furrowed together.
"Did I hurt you, love?" he asked hastily, his lust addled expression now full of conflict.
"No, no, God no," she reassured him hurriedly. "It's just, you don't have to...do that… I know guys don't like it or whatever…" she reasoned, her face flushing scarlet. He looked at her like she had just grown a second head.
"Guys don't what now?" he asked, setting her leg aside and kneeling between her thighs. Emma felt very exposed, but she couldn't close her legs in the position he was in, so she wrapped her arms around her middle and looked off to the side.
"You know," she insisted. "The taste and stuff, it's gross, right?" she said quietly, thoroughly embarrassed. Killian continued to stare at her in flabbergasted silence, his eyebrows nearly arched to his hairline. And then he laughed out loud, a sound that seemed to have punched its way from his mouth. Emma's forehead creased angrily and she made to roll out from underneath him. His laughter died off as he swiftly covered her body with his, his arms caging her on either side as he braced himself on his elbows, preventing her escape. She fixed her eyes to a spot on the wall.
"Emma, please look at me," he said softly. "I didn't mean to laugh, love. It's just… I don't know what incompetent sods you were dealing with before, but some guys very much enjoy doing that, as you so eloquently put it." He hummed out another amused sound and she looked cautiously up to meet his gaze.
"Whatever," she said, not believing him in the slightest. Well, maybe just the slightest. Killian lifted a single eyebrow at her in challenge. He continued to look into her eyes as his fingers traced down her left side, and danced over her hip, causing her breath to hitch. When he reached her center, he pressed one finger into her slit, dragging it upwards and collecting her arousal on the pad of it. She sucked in a breath at the contact, but it was over as soon as it had started. His hand instead worked free from between them and he brought his long middle finger to his lips, sucking it into his mouth immediately, his eyes boring into hers as he did it. A satisfied rumble that Emma felt as much as heard worked its way up from his chest.
"Ambrosia," he said huskily as he released the digit from his sinful lips. She swallowed thickly and stared up at him in utter shock. "Still don't believe me?" She could do little more than shake her head. He dipped his finger down between her folds, and brought it up between their faces once again. "Trust me?" he asked and she nodded without hesitation. He brought his finger to her lips and gently touched them, smearing arousal there. On reflex, her tongue flicked out and she tasted herself. It was...strange. Tangy, and somewhere between sweet and salty, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. It wasn't the best thing she'd ever tasted, but it definitely wasn't gross. Killian sucked the remainder from his digit again like it was his favorite flavor lollipop, making Emma's thighs clench around him involuntarily. Killian's hips rutted against her center in response, the fabric of his swim trunks scraping against her bare skin, and he groaned low in his throat at the friction, eyes squeezing closed for a moment. He reopened them slowly and cracked them to hers like a lightning bolt.
"Swan, I will never make you do anything you don't want to do, but trust me when I say I really, really want to do this for you," he said, his breath drawing deeper now.
"O-okay," she said and she suddenly felt like a blushing virgin again. Except they weren't in the backseat of a stolen yellow bug and she was actually enjoying herself. He grinned like he'd been awarded the map to El Dorado, pressing another hard, lingering kiss to her mouth before eagerly sliding back down her body, placing open mouthed kisses here and there on his way. She pushed herself up on her elbows to better see him.
Running his rough palms against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, splaying them wide, made a shudder run through her body. His gaze was glued to her sex and he licked his lips before forcibly pulling his eyes back up to hers.
"Let me know if I do anything you don't like. Or if I do something you do like. And there will be something you do," he said with a wink and Emma couldn't bring herself to snark back at his cocky teasing, only nodding swiftly in response, body vibrating with anticipation. His eyes only dipped briefly to position himself before looking back up into hers as he licked his first wide stripe from her entrance to her clit. Like striking a match, the drag of his tongue set her on fire, her eyes rolling back into her head, which dropped back of its own accord. He stopped immediately. "Ah-ah, eyes on me, love," he said, and her head popped back up, her eyes finding his once more. Once he was sure she was watching, he bowed his head to her flesh again, flicking his tongue out to taste.
Emma's body came alive at the contact, his talented tongue circling her clit and dipping into her entrance as far it could reach, stoking a fire in her belly. Every swipe of the muscle brought the coil building at her core tighter until she thought she was going to snap. He lightened his ministrations, leaving little kitten licks at the bundle of nerves above her opening, making the fire recede only slightly. She was panting now, so close to her peak before he had pulled back. He started to slowly circle her clit again, before his lips latched on and he sucked hard, a finger probing at her entrance now before dipping inside, just barely. Emma sank back onto the pillows, her head propped just enough to continue to watch but freeing her hand to clap over her mouth to drown out the moan that ripped from her throat. She was so close, she just needed a little more…
Killian lessened the contact again, pulling her back from the edge and she groaned in irritation. He chuckled against her, his tongue reaching out to cover her again. He flattened his tongue against her and pulsed it slightly against her clitoris, making her hips jump of their own accord. Keeping her legs pinned with his elbows, one hand came up over her mound and pulled her lips apart, exposing her further, and his other hand maneuvered to her opening. He looked into her eyes once more as he simultaneously latched on to her clit again with his lips and slid a thick finger inside of her. He twisted the finger, sliding it in and out of her heat before slipping another in beside it, curling them upwards. Before long, he grazed a spot inside of her that had her pelvis practically leaping from the bed, held back only by his strong forearms. He growled into her, vibrating the flesh beneath his lips and making Emma clench her hand tighter around her mouth to keep from sobbing out loud with pleasure, the other fisting in the bedsheets.
"Killian," she panted, uncurling her fingers from her grip reddened cheeks, making him groan at the sound of his name on her lips in that tone. "Please, don't stop, please…" Emma had never begged in bed before, but then again, she'd never been to bed with Killian Jones before.
"Aye, love. You're so close. Come for me, let me feel it," he replied, then dove back in, doubling down his efforts, and Emma was gone, chasing that release eagerly as his lips, tongue, and fingers worked in tandem to bring her closer to her bliss. His tongue slipped downwards to thrust in beside his fingers and his thumb slid down from where he was holding her apart to cover her now neglected bud, pushing down hard and that was it for her.
She exploded, writhing and moaning loudly into her hand again, her hips rocking freely against his face, walls squeezing his fingers and tongue tightly. Killian gently coaxed her through her climax until she was sure she couldn't take anymore. A few parting licks later, he pulled his face and hands away from her, gently running his palms over her skin to calm her. Her heart felt like it was going to race right out of her chest, her chest heaving, sucking in precious oxygen. Emma felt boneless, but more wound up than ever. She wanted him. Bad.
He really is a sexpert, she thought and a maniacal giggle burst from her now freed lips. Killian looked down at her curiously, before stretching up over her, his mouth and chin slicked with the remnants of her orgasm and hovering just over her own.
"And just what is so funny, my darling?" he asked, amused.
"I was just thinking that you really should get new business cards," she joked. His eyes sparkled in recognition and he huffed out a short laugh before covering her mouth with his again, and she found that she tasted even better on his lips. Their lips pushed and pulled hungrily against one another's, tongues tangling together in a dance like they had been doing this forever. His pelvis was slotted between her thighs now, his still clothed erection rutting insistently into the crease between her thigh and hip. She rolled her own hips up to meet his, making him groan into her mouth. She worked her small hand between them and gripped the waistband to his shorts, fumbling for the laces that held them in place. Before she could tug them free, he stiffened and pulled away, looking down at her in alarm.
"What?" she asked, her senses now on alert as well.
"Emma, love, I don't have any protection. I didn't think… well I certainly wasn't expecting this to happen, and while I am pleasantly surprised, I don't think it's a good idea we go any further," he said, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, raging disappointment in his eyes.
"Oh," she said softly, and then an idea came to her. "Hold that thought. Ruby and her ex used this room last time. Maybe she left something behind." She wriggled out from under Killian and he rolled to his side to give her more room as she practically ripped the drawer to the nightstand out from it's encasement. Right in front was a small, unopened cardboard box of condoms, a sticky note attached to the top.
Be safe,
XOXO MM
She didn't know whether or not to cry out with joy or die of embarrassment. She settled with presenting the box to Killian triumphantly, crumpling the Post-It in her fist and throwing it over her shoulder. His answering smile was predatory, and she had the distinct impression that she was the prey. His lips crashed into hers again as he rose up on his knees, cupping her face between his hands, the box falling to the mattress beside them. He moved and Emma followed, scooting to the edge of the bed and quickly unknotting the shorts, pressing hot kisses into his stomach that made his abdominal muscles jump under her tongue and licking up over the script on his side. He threaded his fingers through her hair and tilted her head up when she pushed his shorts down, kissing her roughly as he stepped out of them. His hand fisted in her locks when her small hand crept up his thigh and wrapped around his member, a feral growl rumbling out against her lips.
She pumped his generous length slowly, circling her thumb over the tip before he pushed off of her and grabbed for the box of protection, ripping open the cardboard and sending the foil packets flying. He stood and picked one up, bringing a trail of them behind it, and Emma finally was able to peruse his body in all its naked glory. He looked absolutely wrecked. His eyes were wide and blazing as he studied the packet for the expiration date, stubbled jaw clenched tightly, dark hair sticking up at odd angles from where she'd gripped at it. His chest was glistening with sweat, making the hair there curlier, his tattoos rippling with every movement of his muscles. His lean waist tapered into his hips with a prominent V, leading her eye to his impressive manhood. His cock was heavy, twitching against his thigh and freely leaking precum, making Emma's mouth water.
Taking advantage of his distraction with the birth control, she leaned forward and grasped him in her palm, licking a stripe underneath him. He gasped, dropping the strip of condoms again, as she sucked as much of him into her mouth as possible. His taste was much better than her own, salty and clean, and she wanted more, but when the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat, he cupped her jaw fiercely, pulling her upright and smashing his lips back to hers in a breath stealing kiss. He moved them back to the mattress, pulling the strip of packets with him, and drove her back into the pillows.
"As lovely as your mouth is, Swan, when I come I intend to be buried inside your delectable quim," he murmured against her lips and swallowed her answering moan in an all consuming kiss. He reared up and tore a packet open violently with his teeth, sheathing himself in the latex and sinking back down onto his forearms above her. Working one hand between them, he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed forward, looking straight into Emma's soul through her eyes as he did. She couldn't have looked away if she wanted to. He stilled, allowing her to adjust to his size, laying soft kisses against her jaw and neck.
"Killian, please move, I need you to move," she pleaded, clawing at his back desperately. She was sure she was leaving marks, but neither of them could bring themselves to care.
"As you wish," he whispered again before pulling almost all the way out of her heat and slamming back home, setting a punishing pace. Her hips rocked up to meet his on every thrust, making him groan against her skin where his face was buried in the curve of her neck. Her hand slid up the planes of his back, feeling welts forming already from her nails, and sunk her fingers into his sweat slicked hair. She steered his mouth to hers, but neither of them had the solidity of mind to actually form a kiss. Instead, they rested their foreheads together as they moved in sync, breathing in each others air. He reached up and grasped both of her hands, lacing their fingers together and pressing them into the mattress above her head. Killian swivelled his hips in time with her heartbeat, bringing her higher and higher until she was sure it would be the death of her to fall.
He released her hands and his arms wrapped around her tightly, anchoring her to Earth and making her feel safe and warm, pulling her up with him as he rose onto his knees, his body never disconnecting from hers, but changing the angle until he was reaching depths that no one had ever reached before. He was almost painfully deep inside her, and surprisingly, it only added to her pleasure. Her head fell back in a silent scream at the sensation. She rocked her hips against his as he continued to roll up underneath her, his lips and teeth attacking the exposed flesh of her neck as they rode towards their climax together.
"Emma...oh my God, I'm not going to last much longer," he said anxiously, desperately holding off his own pleasure until she had reached hers again. "You're...you're fucking beautiful, amazing, bloody wonderful, God, Emma, I don't… I need you to come, please, love, come with me." She wasn't expecting him to be the one to end up begging, and hearing how much he was affected by this, too, was her undoing. She detonated in his arms, and he fell over the edge immediately with her, smothering their cries of completion with a deep, searching kiss.
Killian collapsed forward, taking Emma with him, still cradling her body close to his as his hips stuttered through a few final thrusts, drawing out their pleasure as long as possible. He pulled himself up slightly, bringing his weight off of her on shaking arms and looked down at her blissed out expression. Neither of them could speak, simply gasping for breath, their sweat coated skin sticking together, not entirely uncomfortable. As Killian's erection began to deflate, he reached between them, gripping the base of his cock and pulling out to keep the condom in place. He disposed of it in the bedside trash, cleaning himself with a few tissues and offering Emma the box as well. She took it gratefully, as she wasn't sure either of their legs could carry them into the bathroom, and vowed to take out the trash first thing in the morning.
They both lay back on their backs beside each other, silently staring at the ceiling, letting their heart rates slow and their skin cool. She shivered at the sudden chill she felt and Killian chuckled breathlessly, rolling to his side and throwing an arm around her waist, tugging her closer to him. She went willingly, snuggling into his bare chest, marvelling at the easiness of all of it.
He pulled up the blanket that had balled itself at the end of the bed during their amorous activities and flicked off the lamp. As soon as darkness descended on the room, Emma felt her eyes flutter shut and sleepiness settle in. He pressed a kiss to her hair and nuzzled his face into it as he sank down into the pillows, still holding her close. She began to drift into sleep and the last thing she could process was Killian murmuring something unintelligible into her hair and squeezing her tight one more time.