WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M. SKIP OVER IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING. YOU WON'T MISS ANY PLOT POINTS – CHAPTER 6 WILL BE BACK TO T RATING.

A/N: If you're still here, this is my first attempt at M, so I hope it's not terrible.

Emma walked towards her husband, looking him up and down. He was gorgeous, standing there, unabashed in all his glory. She wasn't necessarily surprised at his naked form – he wasn't one for robes or nightclothes. She was a little surprised that he wasn't wearing his brace; though, in retrospect, she realized that he had only been keeping it on at night in case he needed to don his hook quickly. There was no such need now that the Black Fairy was gone. Her eyes skimmed over his muscular form. She admired the smattering of dark curls that graced his chest, and followed the path as it trailed down over his well-toned abs, ending at his manhood, which was growing erect before Emma's eyes. She felt her cheeks grow warm as she imagined the possibilities that lay before them tonight. Could it really be that, for once, time was on their side?

"You look stunning, Swan."

"I know," Emma responded, earning a smile from Killian.

Now inches from Killian's face, Emma stared into the piercing blue eyes of her pirate …her champion …her husband. She was filled with love for this man. She was also, at this moment, filled with an insatiable lust for him. She wanted nothing more than to push him onto the bed and have her way with him. But something in his demeanor gave her pause. He seemed almost tentative. Clearly, he had a slower pace in mind. She thought back to a time when he had allowed her to set the pace in their relationship…a time when she had been the one who wanted to take things slowly. Tonight…on their wedding night…she would finally return the favor and allow him to set the pace. She had no doubt that she would enjoy every second of it.

Killian leaned in and kissed her gently, his warm lips barely grazing hers. He took her left hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. Then, never breaking eye contact, he slid the bell sleeve up just enough to bare her wrist. Emma felt a jolt of pleasure as his tongue briefly swept over her pulse point. He took her right hand and repeated the gesture. The mischievous gleam in his eye as his lips hovered over her right wrist made it clear that he knew exactly the effect that his simple actions were having on her. Before she could give him a teasing eye roll, the stroke of his tongue on her delicate wrist made her gasp. He lowered her arm, and slowly untied the robe, letting it fall open. Then, he tenderly turned her in his arms so that her back was to him. He carefully pushed her hair to one side, and slowly began tracing his fingers over her neck with the lightest touch. Then, he began pressing feathery kisses to her skin. He trailed over to the sensitive spot just behind her ear, gently brushing it with his tongue. He lingered for a moment, and Emma savored the feeling of his warm breath against her skin.

Killian slowly slipped the robe off of Emma's shoulders, and kissed the exposed skin. He continued sliding the robe down until it fell at her feet. He moved down her back, alternating wispy, barely-there kisses and light fingertip brushes with demanding strokes of his tongue. He had no pattern to his movements; he moved all around her neck and back, leaving Emma in constant anticipation of where the next sensation would occur. Emma found herself practically whimpering in frustration when he would remove his mouth from her body, impatiently waiting for his next touch, and softly moaning when it arrived. She couldn't get enough of him.

When Killian had thoroughly explored the contours of her back, he slid to his knees and started grazing his fingers up and down the backs of her legs, and followed with slow, hot kisses. When he reached the pulse point behind her knee, he brushed it with his tongue, and Emma felt warmth pool at her core.

He made his way back up Emma's body and enveloped her in his arms. She could feel his arousal pressing against the curve of her ass. He was driving her mad! He leaned in and whispered in her ear in a husky tone, "Turn around, love." He was almost breathless, as if his actions were affecting him just as much as they were her. She complied, and when she met his eyes, she saw the raw lust and longing in them. He looked as if he wanted to devour her. For a moment, she thought he was going to give up on the foreplay entirely and take her against the bedpost. But, that moment passed, and a look of calm passed over his face as he lowered his head and resumed his gentle ministrations. He started with the column of her soft white throat, kissing, nipping, grazing it ever so slightly with his teeth. He made his way down to her collarbone, first tracing it with his fingertips, then following with his lips and tongue. He deftly avoided making direct contact with her breasts, instead teasing, kissing down her right side, then her left, and finally running his index finger down the valley between her breasts. He knelt before her and pressed hot kisses to her stomach, his tongue gliding over smooth skin. Emma moaned and leaned back against the bed post as he went lower still. He kissed and stroked each silky leg, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, but stopping just shy of where she wanted him most.

With each caress, Emma felt anticipation building. What started as slow, pleasant warmth was rapidly becoming a fervent need. She had been with her share of men over the years – all one night stands, with the exceptions of Neal, Walsh, and Killian – and many of the encounters had even managed to satisfy her, but no one had ever been able to make her body sing like this. In Emma's experience, the men she had been with tended to gravitate immediately towards her breasts, her ass, and between her thighs. And typically, that was just fine for scratching an itch. But this…this was something different. Something new. Killian had touched her everywhere save those, and, in doing so, he had created a deep-seated yearning that Emma had never felt before.

Just as Emma began to think that she couldn't handle anymore waiting, Killian rose to his feet, and slowly…gently…finally, skimmed his fingers over her breast. She watched as he traced circles around it as he slowly made his way to her nipple. When he covered it with his palm, Emma moaned. Killian massaged her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers, watching Emma's reactions as he did so. He moved to her other breast and gave it the same treatment, leaving it taut with arousal. Still holding her gaze, he dipped his head and took a rosy peak into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, then gently sucking. Emma sighed and arched her back, trying to get as close to him as possible. Killian responded by taking more of her into his mouth and bringing his hand to her other breast. Emma buried her hands in Killian's hair. She could feel the dampness between her thighs as he continued ravishing her breasts. This was heaven!

Killian soon moved from her breasts, pulled her close, and captured her lips in a searing kiss. She felt him groan as his tongue moved against hers. She felt his erection pressed against her stomach, and her body ached to feel him inside of her. She needed this to move faster. Killian must have shared her feelings, or at the very least, sensed her impatience, because he broke the kiss and slid to his knees.

Killian knelt before Emma and nuzzled his nose against her downy blonde curls, breathing in her scent. She smelled divine! He watched her green eyes glisten with pleasure as he dipped his tongue into her essence. She was so wet, and his ego rejoiced in the knowledge that he could bring her to such a state. She moaned and arched into him, making his cock ache with need. He flattened his tongue against her and licked in long, slow strokes. He softly sucked on her clit, and she writhed and moaned his name. He loved bringing her pleasure! He started to pick up speed as he alternated stroking and sucking. He ran his hand up her thigh, and eased one finger inside of her, matching the rhythm of his tongue as he moved in and out. He added a second finger and curled them forward, finding the spot that drove her wild. He gazed up at her as he continued his attentions. She was a vision! Her head was thrown back, eyes closed. Both of her hands were behind her, grasping the bedpost as she continued to move under his touch. He could tell that she was getting close to her climax. He quickened his pace, desperate to see her come undone. It wasn't long before her body became taut, her muscles quivered around his fingers, and she cried out.

Killian looked up at his bride, her soft breasts rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. Her skin was aglow in the aftermath of her orgasm. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever beheld, and he couldn't believe that she was his. He was desperate to have her…to be inside of her.

Killian rose. He stroked Emma's cheek and leaned in for a soft kiss. When he pulled away, she smiled at him flirtatiously.

"You once told me that you're always a gentleman," she said.

Killian was confused. "Aye, Swan. That I am."

"Well, it isn't very gentlemanly to keep a girl waiting."

Killian quirked an eyebrow and smirked, understanding her meaning. It was all the encouragement that he needed.

"Indeed it isn't, love. I shall rectify that immediately."

He swept her into his arms and onto the bed in swift, graceful movements. He hovered over her, smiling down at her. "Better, love?"

"Much," Emma replied.

Killian composed himself as he aligned their bodies and looked into Emma's beautiful green eyes.

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Emma sighed his name as Killian slid inside of her, savoring every inch, every movement, as he eased the ache that had been building in her for the last hour. He started slow, with long, deliberate strokes, kissing her as he moved. When she wrapped her legs around him to pull him closer, deeper, he started to pick up the pace. His thrusts became more urgent, and Emma reveled in the friction and the heat. She moved with him, digging her fingers into his muscular back. She used momentum to gain the advantage and flipped them over so that she was riding him. She sat up to her full height and started moving on top of him, knowing that Killian would have a perfect view of everything…the pleasure on her face, the sway of her breasts, and his cock as she took him inside of her. She experimented with different movements, different speeds. She watched to see the effects that each movement had on Killian, and made mental notes as to which ones made his eyes roll back, and which ones sent a string of incoherent curses from his lips. As she moved, she felt her climax coiling up within her, ready for release. She moved over him faster, with a purpose. Sensing the change, Killian held her hip with his left wrist, while his right hand found Emma's clit. His touch sent her over the edge.

Just as she was falling, she felt him swell within her, and they came together, panting and moaning. Emma looked at her husband, his dark hair disheveled, his blue eyes shining with adoration. He was her True Love. He was her home. She laid her head on his chest and felt his heart pounding. It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

A/N: Chapter 6 will pick up right where this left off. Stay tuned…