He closed the door and pressed my back against it, wedging me between the hard wood and his even harder body. His hips thrust against my core, dragging another moan from my mouth. The light fabric of my sundress a pathetic barrier against his hardness. His face was buried between my breasts as I hung on with both arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He slowly lowered me to the floor, and my knees started to give a little. He gave a throaty little chuckle, catching me and pinning me back against the door to keep me afloat.
His thumb brushed across my mouth, his fingers playing with my jawline. My lips parted, and I think I even started panting a little. His tongue darted between his teeth, wetting his own lips. He moved so slowly I thought he would never get to me. Finally, his soft lips pressed against mine, parting as he sucked my lower lip. His tongue teased my mouth open and dipped in for a slow, burning taste.
My chest tightened and a burning heat started at my ears and slowly sunk down to burn at my core. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and captured his feral growl. His hands lifted the bottom of my dress to pull it over my head. I whimpered at the loss of his lips in that briefest of moments. I heard him chuckle again as he tossed the flimsy fabric to the chair beside his bed.
"You are enjoying this entirely too much," I gasped as his hands brushed lightly against my ribs.
"And we haven't even gotten started, love." He smiled that devilish grin before capturing my mouth once again, his hands flitted lightly across my bare shoulders, tugging at my bra straps, pulling my bra down to free my breasts for his attentions. He kept one hand pressed into my lower back, holding me tightly to him, while the other palmed my breast, teasing my nipple to an unbearable hardness. His mouth left mine to trail wet kisses down my chin and neck to land on that hardened peak.
"God, you taste amazing, love," he moaned against my skin. He pulled my leg up to wrap around his waist, and my back arched of its own volition as his mouth taunted and teased.
Our position gave me an opportunity I couldn't resist, and I ground into his hip. The pressure between my legs was bordering on painful, and I grabbed his ass to pull him tighter against me. His mouth slowed, and he wandered back to my mouth, kissing me softly as he pulled me tighter against him.
"Emma," he whispered softly against my lips. "Open your eyes, love." I could hear the wanton smile on his lips. My head slowly rolled up to face him.
"Your eyes look like the sea, so dark and dangerous." He traced my bottom lip with his tongue, making me whimper again. "Do you want me, love, as much as I want you?" He kissed the corner of my mouth, the side of my face, and wandered again to the pulse at my neck. One hand slid oh-so-slowly between my legs to the lacy fabric of my very wet panties. He groaned. He was back, boring into my face with those eyes. "Love? What do you want?" His eyebrow quirked an inquiry, his lips slanted in a secret smile.
I pounced. My foot hit the floor, and my hands flew to his shirt, ripping buttons as I freed him from the unwieldy Oxford. He unhooked my bra and let his mouth run rampant across my chest. His hands grabbed the thin lace between my thighs and dragged it down my legs. We were naked in less than ten seconds. I pushed him back on the bed, my eyes drawn to every inch of his hardened body.
"Love, you look a bit…" he smirked at me, "hungry?"
I knelt down onto the bed, knees on either side of his thighs and bent down to lick along his shaft, reaching his tip and sucking it into my mouth for a brief moment before letting him go. I heard his sharp intake of breath and the curses beneath it. His smirk was gone, and I could see his composure might not be far behind. I licked the dip in the muscles at his waist, nipping at his hip bone. As I licked my way across to the other side, my tongue slipped down again to his cock. Before I got to the other side, his hands tangled in my hair, and he pulled me up along his length for a soul-searing kiss.
He held me tight against his body and flipped us over, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He kissed his way down to my breasts again, teasing with his mouth while his hands drifted farther south. He gently fumbled across the swollen flesh between my thighs, causing me to buck beneath him. I felt his smile against my stomach. He moved further down my body, pulling my knees up to give himself a better view.
"You are quite beautiful, love." His voice husky with sex and need. He sat back on his thighs to watch my face as he slid a finger inside. My whole body twitched and another of those tale tell moans wrenched from my mouth. He moved closer, propping my knee back and away before coming to rest on my stomach to hold me down. The other hand danced inside me. His first finger was soon joined by a second, then a third as he deftly stroked my flaming flesh. "So wet," he growled as he stopped momentarily to lick his fingers.
As his fingers returned, he allowed his thumb to graze over my clit. A near scream clawed its way up my throat. I sounded like a strangled cat. His thumb teased again. "Killian." His name flew out of my lips in a prayer.
His thumb circled my clit, teasing, stroking, while his fingers dipped between the folds of my heat. "What do you want, love?" he asked, his fingers slowing, finally still. He dragged his body along mine as he came up for a kiss, the hairs on that magnificent chest lighting a fire on my skin. His tongue darted along my lips and then pierced my mouth, ravaging. He slowed again, teasing. His thumb, still in place between my legs, flicked my swollen flesh again. He licked between my lips, alternately licking and nipping. "Do you want me to taste you again?" he asked between kisses.
I grabbed his tongue with my teeth and pulled him deeper into my mouth, sucking hard. He crushed me with his mouth. "Yes," I whispered, breathlessly, when he finally released me from the onslaught. I held my breath. My body burned with the memory of his tongue on my flesh.
He trailed kisses down my body, hands pushing my thighs apart as he settled himself between my legs, gently placing one over his shoulder. He deftly parted the folds hiding that most sensitive place and slowly licked the length of my clit. Again, he slid a finger deep inside me, teasing the soaking flesh within. He drew pictures with his tongue, circles and lines. He captured my tight bud between his teeth, flicking the tip. Another finger joined the first. His fingers curled, searching for that sensitive spot deep within my body. I felt myself slipping closer to the edge. A third finger joined the fray. My fingers twined through his silky hair, grasping his head tight against me as I ground myself into his hot, wet mouth. He moaned against me, quickening his pace. I had forgotten how good he felt.
"Yes, love, so close…" God, that voice.
My body started to buck. I could feel the wave peaking. Another flick of his tongue and the wave crashed over me. His name tore through my throat as my body shuddered uncontrollably under his deft ministrations. He stroked me down from my high while he rained kisses over my burning skin.
When I had stopped shaking, he placed a sweet kiss at the top of my curls and rested his face against my inner thigh, gazing down at my body splayed wantonly across the bed. His smile was completely wicked when I finally opened my eyes to gaze upon the gorgeous man who had just licked me into oblivion. I gave him a lazy smile. "You are a bloody demon," I said in my best Killian accent. His laugh was sharp and boyish.
"You're a bloody minx, love," he turned his head and bit my thigh. "Fortunately, I'm not quite finished with you yet." When he was finished with my thigh, he let his tongue trail through my wetness once more before wandering lazily back up my body, planting kisses, nips, and licks along the way. When he reached the top, he settled himself between my legs, his eyes turning smoky. I felt his heat rest against my stomach, hard and throbbing. I reached down to stroke the length of him.
"I'm not quite finished with you yet, either," I whispered against his lips. I clasped onto his length as he shoved himself up to position himself over me. Eyes locked, I guided him into my sheath. I pulled my legs up instinctively, giving him room to slide his full length deep inside, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. It was so tight, so hot, so full. I gasped as he hit the wall of my pelvis. He started to shake, pressing his forehead to mine. He took several shaky breaths.
"Emma," he said, so quiet. "God, Emma…" He started to move, pulling his hips back, his cock sliding through my wet heat. He rocked back into me, almost painfully slowly. My hands trailed along his back, kneading the thick knots of muscles as they writhed with his thrusts. He picked up the pace as I started to move with him, arching my back into his body.
He adjusted his weight to rest on his elbow and forearm, sliding his other arm between our bodies. He moved his hand lower, once again fondling that tiny mound until he had me screaming his name as my body clenched around him. While my climax roared in my ears, he thrust into me faster and harder. Moments later, it was my name slamming into the walls as he reached his breaking point. Two more mind-numbing thrusts, and he collapsed on top of me, slick with sweat and panting.