After exiting Emma's office, Killian went over to see Archie. The door was open and he poked his head in. "Hey, boss."
The man lifted his head and smiled. "Not for much longer."
"Actually, that is what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Are they missing some of your hours? I can send the forms over again."
"Oh, no. All of that is just fine. I know my hours end today." The man nodded. "But, do you need any more help?"
An even larger grin came over Archie's face. "We could always use the help."
"Good. I have some free time until practice and car tests come back up. So I might as well put them to good use."
"And I'm sure Miss Swan has nothing to do with that." The man said with an all-knowing smile.
Killian knew it was pointless to hide it. "Maybe just a smidge?"
"We are happy to have you anytime. Just come in. Today, you are with Granny." That was a new one; his furrow of his brow showed his confusion. "Now that Christmas is over, it is everyday work we need help with."
"Not a problem; see you later." With that he ducked out of the office and headed for the kitchen. Ms. Lucas was in there working on kneading some bread. "Morning."
She turned to look at him, a grin coming over her face. "I hear you're mine today." The way she said it brought an arched eyebrow as an answer. She laughed and waved him off, "No worries, I know you belong to someone else now. But this old woman can still dream." He let out a chuckle, and she looked over to the metal work table. On it was a cutting board and and a knife. "Do you know how to peel potatoes? Or do I need to show you?"
"Not a problem."
"Good. Then go grab one of the twenty-pound bags—you know where they are—and get started."
With that, she turned back to her bread. He nodded, gave a mock salute, and followed her orders.
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The week continued the same as the week prior, their normal daily routine still in place. Emma declined lunch on Monday due to having so much to catch up on because of the long weekend. However, he did get her to go out with him with Tink's help on Tuesday. Tink told him about a small sandwich shop a few blocks away that served grilled cheese sandwiches that Emma couldn't say no to. And when he mentioned it to Emma, the twinkle in her eye told him she couldn't refuse.
Their lunch date was like any time they were together. They talked, learned more about each other, laughed, and shared heated looks. The hour was over much too soon, but knowing a long weekend together was approaching made it bearable.
The week seemed to take forever, except for when she was in his presence. The morning exchanges of coffee and a kiss, the brief afternoon cookie interludes, and the short and sweet walks to her car on the way home. Those small moments together seemed far too brief and happened much too fast.
The time luckily did finally move, and it was now Thursday evening and he was on his way over to Emma's to pick her up. He wasn't sure if it was nerves or anticipation that he was feeling, though it was probably a bit of both. They both knew where this night was going to lead, but he was desperately trying not to get ahead of himself. They were going to have a very nice date first. Truth be told, he was highly looking forward to their evening out. He couldn't wait to see her in that dress again; then again, he couldn't wait to see her out of that dress, either.
He pulled up to the curb and tried to clear the thought. This was New Year's Eve, and the most important part was just spending it with her. He took a deep breath, grabbed the flowers next to him, and exited the car to head to her door.
Once at her door, he quickly smoothed out his black tie and suit, then knocked. He heard her moving around, and then the door opened and he was speechless. He was expecting her to be beautiful—he remembered how she looked in the black dress—but this...he couldn't form words. His eyes moved down her body, then back up, and down once again. His mouth was still slightly agape as his line of sight reached her eyes, and they sparkled in amusement at him.
"Since you can't seem to form words, I will take that as a compliment."
"Emma...You look," his hand moved up and down motioning at her in the long, body-hugging red dress. "There aren't words for how stunning you look." He moved his hand from behind his back and presented her with the bouquet of flowers.
She blushed and took the flowers, saying thank you for both them and the compliment. She waved him inside, and he followed. She grinned because this time she had a vase to put them in. An offhand comment to Mary Margaret about the flowers he got her on their first date had resulted in a nice vase as one of her gifts for Christmas. Once they were placed inside with some water, she had to admit they looked perfect.
She turned around to catch him watching her. She walked over and moved up on her toes, even in her heels, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands were immediately on her hips. "You didn't have to get something new to wear love."
"I know, but I wanted to. And from your reaction, is was sooooo worth it." She gave him a wink and leaned in for a quick kiss.
He chased her lips as she pulls away, causing a giggle. "We better go."
He agreed and she went to grab her coat, which he took from her and helped put on. She then took her purse and reached for her overnight bag. "Let me," he said and picked it up for her, following her out the door.
Soon they were out the building, and he was helping her into the car. As soon as her door was closed, he placed her bag in the trunk and then slid into the driver's seat. He started the car, pulled away from the curb, and then took hold of her hand, intertwining their fingers.
Tonight they would be heading into the city and not dining in Storybrooke. There was more traffic that night than for a normal Thursday, but it was to be expected. They arrived at their destination with time to spare, and the two valet drivers opened both doors. Killian took the ticket and quickly made his way to Emma, and then guided her into the restaurant. They walked up to the host and he gave the man a smile. "Reservation under Jones."
The man looked at the reservation, and then back to the couple. With a quick smile he responded, "Ma'am may I take you coat?" Emma nodded and the man helped her take off the coat and gave it to the coat check. "Okay, right his way, Mr. Jones." He led them both towards a secluded spot near the back of the restaurant. The host brought them to a small, rounded booth that was definitely meant for two. They both slid into the booth as the host said his goodbye. "Your server will be right with you." And with that,, they were momentarily alone.
Emma looked around and noticed that the high walls of the booths, and all the large hanging plants made it so she couldn't hear or see anyone else. She turned back to her date to tease him about her observation. "Well, this is nice and private."
He smirked back at her, "Well, that was part of the charm." He reached out and moved some of her curled hair behind her ear. His fingers lingering on the side of her face, his eyes staring into her jade depths. "You look so beautiful." A faint flush crept over her cheeks and he started to lean in for a kiss.
But a small cough stopped him. "Good evening. My name is Lumiere, and I will be your waiter this evening." He poured water into their glasses and then motioned at the tall menu on the table. "Be our guest to peruse the wine menu at your leisure. I will be happy to answer any questions you have Monsieur." He said with a slight bow and turned to Emma, "Mademoiselle. " With another quick bow, he stood back straight. "Is there anything I can get for you, or shall I give you some time to decide?"
"A few moments would be helpful, thank you." Killian replied and the man nodded and left. He turned back to Emma, "What would you like to drink?"
"It depends…If I drink any alcohol are you going to tell me I drank too much, and we should wait...again?"
He grinned. "You are never going to let that go are you?"
"Not for a very long time." She replied and leaned in for a soft kiss.
He pulled back after the kiss slowly, "We could share a bottle, that shouldn't be too much." He gave her a wink.
"How about just a glass each to be sure?"
He scooted closer to her, his arm on the back of the chousin behind her. "I take it you have your heart set on a certain course of action for the evening then, love."
She leaned in closer, and nuzzled into his neck. "Mmmmhmmmm," she murmured and left a kiss to the skin there only to pull back and look up at him with mischief in her eyes.
"Be careful, or I may drag you out of here right now." His arm pulled her closer, his fingers caressing the bare skin of her shoulder. He could tell by the look on her face she might not actually mind that idea. He took a deep breath and tried to turn his attention to the wine list.
Emma attempted to rein in her own libido, but it wasn't her fault really. The sexual tension between them was so tense a small feather could snap that string in two. She started to read the menu, and then finally figured out where he had taken her. She knew it was French, but then realized it was a fondue restaurant. She had never been to one, but had the chocolate fondue at friends' parties before. "So...ummm…how do you order?"
"Do you trust me, Emma?" He said with a raised eyebrow.
The answer was without a doubt yes, but she smiled and replied, "I'm not sure I should."
His fingertips glided over her arm with a tickle-light touch. "I guarantee you will like it."
She bit her lip, "Well, if you guarantee it, how can I say no?"
She barely had the words out of her mouth, and the waiter was back. "Do you need a few more minutes?"
"We are ready," Killian said for the both of them. "We will each take a glass," he looked at Emma to confirm she really meant only a glass and she nodded with a smile. "of the Weinbach '08 Pinot Gris." The waiter nodded, and Killian went on. "We will take the three course fondue for the night. To start with the traditional cheese, then the coq au vin with the mixture of land and sea options, followed by the classic chocolate."
"A perfect choice sir. I will be back quickly with your wine and the first course."
Emma smiled at Killian as the waiter walked away, "From the sound of it, you are going to have to roll me out of here."
"No worries love, it is a slow, graze of a meal. Besides, you will need all the energy you can get."
"Oh, really? Are you planning to have us both work off those calories later?"
He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. "You will definitely break a sweat, love."
The words breathed into her skin had her toes curl. As he pulled back, she could see the look in his eyes telling her that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Her hand moved down between them and settled on his thigh and she watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "What?" She asked with innocence.
His fingers traveled down her arm and ribs, giving a feather light touch to the side of her breast, making her suck in a breath of air. "You know exactly what you are doing."
"So do you," she replied and all she got in return was a smirking smile. She was about to continue when the waiter returned with their wine.
He sat both glasses in front of them, and then made a few adjustments to the table, showing the hidden burner for the fondue pot. He placed the pot filled with already melted cheese on the burner, and then placed a large plate of various things on the table. "Let me know when you are ready for the next course." Emma wondered if he could tell they wanted to be alone with how quickly he left. Though they were probably also very busy at the restaurant tonight. She then turned to the plate, biting her lip, she had the vague sense of what to do, but some of the choices seemed a little strange.
He unfolded his napkin revealing two fondue forks, he set them on his plate and put the napkin in his lap. He smiled as he saw her do the same out of the corner of his eye. He picked up one of the forks, and so did she. He pointed at the cheese, "It is made with gruyère, raclette, and fontina cheese, along with white wine, garlic, and even a dash of nutmeg."
Her eyebrows raised at the wine. "Guess I'm glad we are sticking with one glass of wine."
Killian laughed at her teasing, "The cooking takes out most if not all of the alcohol, love." She smiled even more, and tried to bite her lip to keep it in. From that he knew she was just teasing him and had already knew that. "Right," he then pointed at the offerings. "Obviously, the french bread is great for dipping. But the carrots, cauliflower, celery, broccoli, and grapes are good as well. The apples are actually a favorite of mine." With that he made the point by spearing one of them and dragged it through the melted cheese. He brought it over his plate and blew on it a little, and then brought it to his lips, his tongue moving out to catch the cheese and then his mouth opening over the bit of apple and sliding it off the fork with his lips.
She licked her lips, and had to shake her head to clear the image. The knowing smirk on his face, knew she was caught, and also that he did it deliberately. She decided to be brave and go for an apple herself, and mimicked what he did, along with the whole tongue action as well. Well, she might have done a little more teasing than he had done, and when her eyes met his, she immediately knew her intention worked just as well as his did. Then she actually tasted it. The tart green apple and the cheese together was wonderful, her eyes lit up and she looked to him.
"Am I right?"
She nodded. "That is delicious." She knew she wanted to go back to that, but decided she wanted to try each option first, she started with the bread. He followed suit as well. As they went on she got more and more used to how to stab the food, and get the most amount of cheese onto it. Both laughing and grinning as they basically started to compete to see who could get more cheese on their bites than the other. Soon the cheese was gone, and there were only a couple pieces of bread and some vegetables left. She leaned back, and picked up her wine glass to take a sip.
Killian also leaned back and took a drink of his own, "Well, what do you think?"
"I think this was a great choice. I could probably eat just that all night."
The waiter had come by a little earlier when they were almost done, and noted to get the next course ready. He made his way back over to them now, and picked up the empty fondue pot, the basically empty plate, and their used forks. He then sat down a new metal pot, this time a dark but clear liquid inside. He than sat down three various sized plates this time, which had Emma give Killian another questioning look. He gave her a soft smile. She looked at the divided plate and saw various pieces of uncooked meat. Each type in it's own section. The second plate made much more sense, it was various vegetables again. Carrots, mushrooms, chunks of potato. The last one, was actually a small divided sauce tray with three different sauces. The waiter then gave them two more fondue forks each, made a slight bow, and left them in peace again.
"Okay, you cook the meet in the fondue pot. This time the pot contains the coq au vin, which is a combination of burgundy wine," he gave her a wink and she just shook her head and rolled her eyes, while he continued, "which is cooked with various seasonings and mushrooms. The waiter set the temperature higher so it will stay at a good simmer so that it cooks the meat." She nodded at him, now with a little more understanding. "The meat takes various time to cook. The beef is a range of about 30 to 60 seconds. It's best to leave the chicken in for a minimum of two minutes. The shrimp can range from two to three minutes, sometimes less—you can mainly tell by the color change." He saw her bite her lip. "Don't worry about it, just leave the chicken in for awhile."
"Right, neither of us wants to get food poisoning." She pointed at the sauces. "Those?"
"These are to dip the meat and veggies in, if you want." He pointed to each as he went, "Usually for beef. This one for chicken, and that one for the shrimp. However, don't stand on ceremony. I like to mix them up myself, I know some that only like one of them for everything." He took her hand and squeezed. "Just try it and have fun, love. You can't do it wrong...except for the chicken."
She giggled, and picked up a new fondue fork, and decided to spear a piece of chicken, and she put it in the pot to cook, holding it as she waited. She watched him do the same, but he nodded at her and had her see that he laid the handle against the side, and then picked up a second fork to spear a mushroom. She did the same but with a piece of beef, and this time held it, since it didn't take as long to cook. "What can I say, I like meat."
He groaned at her statement that also came with a bite of her lip and the twinkle in her eye. He then watched her pull out the cooked piece of beef and lightly blow on it, though she kept her eyes on him, teasing him. He shook his head and his hand went to slide onto her thigh. She put the bite into her mouth and slowly pulled it off the fork with her teeth, "Mmmmmmm." She said, making it sound much more seductive than he was sure it tasted.
His fingers trailed slowly towards the inside of her leg and she lightly swatted his hand away. They both laughed and started to eat the rest of the main course. While the teasing had lightened, it was still there, their sides pressed next to each other in the booth.
When they were close to finishing, the waiter came back, and they both ordered a cappuccino to go along with dessert. The caffeine seemed to be a good idea, since neither of them planned on going to sleep any time soon. She sat down her fork, and then finished her glass of wine.
"How are you feeling? Too much food?"
She smiled. "Actually, since it is spaced out, it doesn't seem nearly as bad. But this is…really, really good."
He reached for her hand again. "I'm glad you are enjoying it, Emma."
The waiter came back again and cleaned up all the plates, the old fondue pot, and used forks. He then turned down the burner, gave them new forks, and sat down the new pot with melted chocolate. Then he sat down another plate with various fruits and cubed desserts. Finally he each gave them their cups of cappuccino and took his leave.
"Now this one, I know," she said and looked over at him. "Or do you want an explanation?"
He laughed, "It's up to you, love."
"Nah, I think we can figure it out." She picked up the clean fork and went directly for a chunk of pineapple and brought it to the chocolate."
"You really like pineapple, huh?" he said with a small smirk trying to bite his tongue.
"I do," she said with a sparkle in her eyes, "I do eat it quite often. Well as often as I can get it." She took a bite of the chocolate covered fruit and gave a soft moan. "That is so good." She watched him swallow hard once again. "You know what they say about pineapple don't you?"
He took a deep breath, he did in fact know. He leaned in close to her ear. "I do, Swan, and trust me. I plan to find out if it's true later."
She gave a small shudder at the implication, and watched him pull back and flick his tongue against his lower lip. His blue eyes were dark and filled with promise, making her press her legs tighter together. She cleared her throat and shook her head. She heard a small laugh, as they then both went to spear the various pieces of food into the chocolate. Some more apples, along with grapes and ripe strawberries. Small chunks of brownies and pound cake, as well as marshmallows also accompanied them.
At one point, he offered a chocolate covered strawberry to her speared on one of his forks. She nodded in acceptance, and he held it out to her. She let her tongue lap at the chocolate first, and then took a bite off the end of the berry. He finished off the rest of it. From there on out, they kept feeding each other for the rest of the meal. More than once they would both lean in and kiss each other, tasting the chocolate on each other's lips.
The next time Killian saw the waiter he signaled for the check. They finished drinking their coffee when the waiter came back with the bill. He quickly laid down the money for the meal and a nice sized tip, and then helped Emma out of the booth. With his arm around her they walked to the desk, and retrieved her coat. He helped her get it on, and they went outside to the valet. The streets were busy, but luckily it didn't take long and his car was pulled up to them.
When Killian got into the driver's seat he turned to Emma, "I just need to ask, are you sure you want to come back home with me?"
She smiled, somehow not shocked after everything that he still wanted to make sure she hadn't changed her mind. She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. "Absolutely." She sat back in the seat and reached for his hand and he pulled away from the curb and started driving back to his place. His hand found hers almost instantly, as they both eagerly waited to get there.
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He pulled into the garage, popped the trunk, and got out of the car. He grabbed her bag, and shut the trunk on the way to her side. He helped her out of the car as the garage door was closing, and guided her into the house with a hand on her back. Once they were in the hallway and the door was closed, she turned around in an instant, and he was already dropping her bag to the floor. Their arms wrapped around each other and mouths immediately plastered together. The time for waiting was over.
He backed her against the wall, their tongues dueling, tasting, devouring one another. Her arms around his shoulders tried to pull him closer. His hands at her hips pulled her to him, and they both moaned into each others mouth at the contact. He was already hard, and aching to get inside of her. His mouth trailed from her mouth to her neck, licking, nipping, and kissing at the flesh making her tilt her head to give him more access and whimper. Her fingernails gripped into his back through his coat.
"Off," she groaned as her hands tried to rid him of his coat. His hands left her long enough to shrug off his suit coat, and it hit the floor without a care. She kicked off her heels, as his hands moved along the sides of her body, brushing the curve of her breasts. His mouth moved from her neck to the plump flesh of the top of her breasts, licking over the skin. She gasped, one hand moving into his hair, pressing him closer, her hips bucking against him.
"Emma…" he let out in a groan. One hand moved to her back, the other moved to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple under the fabric.
Her hand that wasn't fisted in his hair moved to his shirt, trying to remove the buttons. In her lust-filled state, she was having a hard time unbuttoning his shirt. Her brain just wanted him, wanted more, wanted it now. In frustration, she pulled his head back by his hair, making him growl a little at the pain and pleasure from the tug. With him more upright, she brought both hands to his shirt, and with a little too much force she tugged the shirt open, a couple buttons ricocheting across the hallway.
She was waiting for him to say something about her being so eager, but when her eyes met his, the desire-filled gaze had her breath shuddering, and she lunged for him, pressing him back against the other side of the hallway. His lips came back to hers—a hard kiss on her lips and nipping of her flesh by his teeth. Her hands found his chest, her fingers tangling in his chest hair, fingernails lightly scratching his skin.
He rolled his hips against hers, hands pressing her closer to him, seeking friction. His hands trailed up her back, finding the zipper. He groaned when she broke the kiss to lick at his collar bone. He leaned his head back against the wall, letting the pleasure of what she was doing wash over him as his fingers pulled the zipper of her dress all the way down. He knew he needed to try to move them to the bedroom, but the need to have her was making it hard to think.
She felt the dress loosen from around her, and she took a step back from him, and with a sultry smirk on her lips let the dress fall to the floor, leaving her clad only in her black strapless lace bra and panties. She felt his eyes drink her in, and she was doing the same, finally getting a good look at him. His hair in disarray from her hands, his chest now bare showing off a whirl of chest hair that led to a nice slim trail down into his his dress pants. Pants that were now very, very tight and showing off a very prominent bulge. His eyes were blown wide, so dark she could barely see any blue.
If he thought she had looked beautiful tonight, he was mistaken, because now she was an absolute goddess in front of him. Creamy smooth skin, rounded bosom barely contained in a tiny scrap of lace. Smooth, toned stomach down to the curve of hips, and what looked to be a tiny lace thong. He quickly stepped towards her, bent over slightly at the waist, reached around her and pulled her up his body. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him, as he quickly walked towards his bedroom.
Their mouths came back together as he walked, tongues sliding against one another between hot breaths. His hard length pressed against the lace of her underwear, making them both moan. The contact almost made him lose his balance, but somehow also increased his determination to get to his destination as quickly as possible.
Soon she was finding her back on the middle of his big bed, with him hovering over her. His mouth moved from hers, back down over her neck and chest leaving a trail of fire in his wake. He nipped at the flesh over the bra, his scruff burning deliciously against her. His mouth then settled over the lace, sucking at the hard nipple through the fabric. Her mouth gasped; her hips bucked. But while he was hovering over her on his knees between her spread legs, he tried to keep his hips away from her, though they were still close enough for her hands to move and grab at his belt. They worked as quickly as possible to get it undone, along with the button and the zipper of his pants.
Her fingers were starting to tease the waistband of his underwear when his hand stopped her, and he pulled away. He stood and looked at her, to see her blonde hair laid out in a halo on his bed, her legs open, and her hands reaching for him. How many times had he dreamt of this moment? But he needed to pull back; he wanted to make it last. He divested himself of his pants, leaving him in his black boxer briefs. "Just lay back, love; ladies first." He gave her a smirk, and then moved back to hovering over her.
She wanted to tell him there was no need. She wanted to tell him that she just wanted him. It was the truth, after all. She knew it wasn't going to take much more to set her off; she was already overly worked up. But she knew the look on his face and the determination in his eyes. When he kissed her again, his teeth lightly biting her bottom lip, only to trail back to her breasts, the thoughts of even trying to hurry this along faded from her mind. His hand moved under her to unclasp that bra and move it away from her.
He took a moment to look at her bare breasts; they were more perfect than he had imagined. The pert pink nipples already so hard and seeking attention, and he decided he was going to give them just that. His mouth sucked on one, and a hand came up to cup the other, his thumb strumming against it. His other hand held onto hers, pressing it to the bed, while her free hand moved into his hair and he groaned at the little tugs on it, her fingers bringing him closer. Her sounds encouraged his actions as he sucked lightly, and then hard at the peak, alternating that with a small nip and a soothing lick.
She was moaning and squirming beneath him, a begging sound when she said his name. God, he could get used to that sound. His one hand abandoned her breast and his mouth switched to lavish the same attention to that hardened peak. His hand glided down her hip to press between her legs and he groaned against her. "You are soaked for me love."
"Please…" was the only coherent word she could get out of her mouth. She was right on the edge, every touch was pleasurable torture. All she needed was just a small push.
His hand left hers as his lips trailed down her stomach. His fingers teased the skin at the band of her panties, as he leaned in letting his tongue lick at the drenched fabric. Her hips bucked towards his face, bringing about a devilish smile. God she tasted good; he needed to get more of her from the source. He quickly pulled off her underwear and dropped them on the floor, and was immediately back on her. One hand pressing against her stomach to keep her still, the other moving to spread her open. His tongue licking her from core to clit, eliciting a loud, "Fuck," from her.
He growled against her bundle of nerves, making her shudder. "Soon, love," was his only reply as he dived back in, tasting her sweet and tangy nectar. He could tell she was close from the shake of her legs. He gave another long lick, circled her clit, then started a rapid flick against it.
Her whole body tensed, and she screamed as she fell over the edge. His hand held her as still as possible as she shuddered against him, his tongue moving gently over her. He could feel her relax, the grip on his hair loosen as she came back to earth. But he refused to let up; no matter how much he wanted her, he wasn't done yet.
His tongue started to increase the pressure and the pace, and she gasped again. Her hands tried to pull him up. "Not yet," he told her and dipped his tongue lower, pushing inside of her, thrusting in and out. His eyes moved over her body, watching her thrown-back head, her arched back. She was glorious in her pleasure. His thumb went to stroke her clit, and his tongue continued to thrust and curl inside of her.
She barely had time to come down from her first orgasm and he was already bringing her embarrassingly close to her second. No matter what else the night may bring, there was one truth she learned: this man was a god with his mouth, and knew exactly how to use it.
He groaned against her again, feeling her inner core muscles starting to flutter around his thrusting tongue. She was so tight, he knew he needed to loosen her up just a bit more. Regrettably, he moved his tongue out of her and trailed it back up to her clit. He heard her huff of annoyance and grinned against her.
He quickly thrust a finger into her, careful to not yet curl it into the spot he already found she loved. Her hips were already trying to move against his hand, trying to ride his finger. He slowly added another finger, and she moaned another "fuck."
After a few more thrusts of the two digits, he decided he could try a third. She took it, her walls tightened around him, her head thrown back, her walls fluttering. "Oh...God…" she whimpered. His tongue kept up the pace and then her started to curl his fingers inside of her, hitting THAT spot.
She saw stars right before she screamed out her pleasure, his name on her lips. Her inner muscles contracting, her body spasming, as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
He held his fingers inside her, moving in slow thrusts, his tongue gently caressing her clit, trying to bring her down slowly, and prolong the pleasure. When her hands relaxed at the back of his head, he slowly withdrew his fingers and then sucked them into his mouth, his eyes catching her hooded green ones. He didn't think he would ever tire of her taste. He leaned back in to kiss her hip bones, then back up over her, allowing his wet stubble to tickle her skin and rub against her breasts, enjoying the gasp from her. His tongue moved back over the peaks to sooth them. Finally he landed back at her mouth, kissing her deeply.
His slow caress back up her body had given her time to get her senses back, not to mention his ability to get her body all worked up again. And right now she needed to reciprocate. No, she WANTED to. Her hands came up to his shoulders as she attempted to roll him onto his back. "Your turn," she said with a smile.
But her stopped her, with a shake of his head. His lust filled eyes boring into her, "Next time, love." He kissed her again, then dragged his lips back to her neck, to her ear. "I need to be inside you, Emma. I need to feel you tight and wet around me." He bit at her earlobe and she shuddered. "I need to hear you scream my name as you come around me."
Her one hand moved to his head pulling him in for a kiss, as her other traveled south to cup him through his boxers. He bucked into her hand with a groan and she bit at his lower lip. He was so hard and thick. She let go long enough to get her hand under the elastic band, and then got her fingers around him.
He hissed and threw his head back from the pleasure of her small hand around him. He backed away from her long enough to pull off his boxer briefs and kick them to the floor. Then he came back to her, sitting on his haunches between her legs. His hand came down to grasp himself, moving in slow strokes up and down the hard shaft. He saw her eyes on him, watching the movements. Her tongue darting out to lick at her lips. Her hands reached for him and he didn't need any other invitation.
He moved back into her arms, letting her legs cradle his hips. He rested on his elbows, placing them on either side of her, and leaned in for another kiss as her arms and legs came around him, trying to drag him closer.
He shifted his hips and they both groaned as the tip of his cock brushed through her wet folds. He rocked against her a few more times, coating him in her essence, building a delicious friction, while dragging her hard nipples against his chest hair. "Killian…" she pleaded.
The need and want in her voice was enough to push him forward. He tilted his head back just enough to watch her eyes, see her mouth open in a gasp as he slowly pushed into her depths. God, she was so tight around him, so hot and wet, she felt like heaven. It took all his willpower not to snap his hips and claim her in one thrust.
Her nails gripped at his back as she tried to hold on, her legs tightening, trying to pull him deeper, needing all of him. She could feel his muscles tense as he was trying to hold back, trying to go slow. Part of her was glad he was, a brief flicker of her brain telling her his sponsor had definitely picked the right spokesman, while the other part of her wanted him inside her NOW. She shifted her hips, and he slid in further. He groaned, his eyes shutting for a brief moment, the control on his face slipping slightly, and she vowed in that moment to (hopefully sooner rather than later) get him to lose that precious control and take her. His eyes snapped back to hers, as her legs squeezed around him, and he thrust the rest of the way inside, hitting her deep, stretching her exquisitely. She moaned and bit at his shoulder at the fullness.
"God, Emma," he groaned as he stilled deep inside of her. He tried to give her a moment to adjust. Tried to give himself a moment to regain control. He leaned back in to kiss her, softly at first but quickly heating as their tongues moved together and she tried to shift her hips against him, signalling her readiness, her need for him to move.
He started slow. Gentle thrusts in and back out, while continuing their kiss. His hands at her sides moving under her to grasp her shoulders from underneath. He wanted to make this last, tried to read her signs, her sounds, and her body for what she wanted, needed.
But Emma wanted more. It felt so good, but she didn't want slow. "Pleaseeeeee…" she whined breaking the kiss, her legs wrapping tighter around him trying indicate what she wanted.
He thrust his hips harder and she moaned, "Yes...faster…" He smirked; who was he to deny a woman what she wanted? He snapped his hips faster into her and her eyes rolled back, her mouth gasping another "yes." Her hands grasped his shoulders tighter.
He removed his hands from her sides and push himself at a steeper angle, then brought her legs up higher as he thrust back inside. The drag of his cock along her walls, the angle making him brush against that glorious spot on every thrust. He moved faster, harder against her, inside of her. "Emma...God…" he moaned, she felt so good around him, her walls so tight, her sounds music to his ears.
He kept the pace hard and fast, as her hands gripped his back, trying to hang on for the ride. God she felt like she was on fire, and she never wanted it to end, but she knew it was going to. One of his hands unwrapping her leg from around him to place it over his shoulder shifting him even deeper inside if that was possible. "Yes...God, yes," she moaned as he ploughed into her. "Fuck, yes…yes."
He could feel her walls starting to quake, feel her body tensing, and along with her words and moans, it was making him lose control. "That's it…love...let go. Let me feel you." His hips bucked faster, his control slipping; he was so close—he just needed to feel her come around him, to drag him with her.
With another deep thrust of his hips she was flying, her body arched, her mouth screamed, "Killiannnnn…" Her world shattered around her.
Her walls gripped him tight, causing his hips to stutter, making him lose the rhythm as the pleasure started to course through his body. He was able to thrust a couple more times and then stilled inside her as he let himself go, pulsing hot and deep within her. His face contorted in immense pleasure, as he groaned out her name.
He shifted forward to rest on his arms, their foreheads touching, breath mingling as they tried to regain it. When his brain started working again, he wrapped his arm around her, and had enough energy left to roll them both over. He landed on his back with her over him, her legs settling on either side of him, the movement slipping him out of her. She gave a soft whimper at the loss and he smiled as his hand stroked at her back in soothing circles. Her face nuzzled into his chest, and he kissed the top of her head as their heart rates started to return to normal, their bodies cooling.
"I need to go get you a towel," he said and started to shift her off him so he could.
She stopped him, by planting her knees into the bed on either side of him, "Don't go." She placed a kiss to his chest, and her hands moved to hold onto him. Besides, if she had her way she was just going to get dirty again, and hopefully very soon. She placed another kiss to his chest, and felt his hands lightly knead at her back. She smiled into the chest hair, and kept going. She kissed over his pec and then her tongue darted out over his nipple. He sucked in a breath. She did it again, and looked up at him with a smile.
"Emma…"
"My turn," she said with a wink, and the pushed herself up to hover over him. She kissed him sweetly, then trailed her own lips down his neck. Her tongue trailing over the freckles there. Her mouth nipped at the cords of his neck and then moved down to lick his collar bone. He groaned and shifted against her. She could tell what she was doing was affecting him as his cock was starting to twitch slightly under her.
Killian fisted his hands in the sheet at his sides, trying to control himself as her hands trailed over his chest and abs, her mouth blazing a trail over him. His hips pushed up against her on their own accord when she hit a spot particularly pleasurable. The fact that it was her, here, doing this to him and not his own day dream was intoxicating in and of itself. But she was also working methodically, working him up, and taking her time to do so tortuously slow.
She encountered another set of freckles at the top of his abs, and she tugged at the skin with her teeth. He groaned and his hips moved up against her again. She moved her hips just out of the way, only allowing a tiny bit of her to graze against him. Her tongue moved over the tense stomach muscles, following the trail of hair south. Her legs shifted down his body, and she let her breasts graze over his now almost fully hard length.
"Fuck…" he growled, his hands gripping the sheets harder. But when her lips kissed and then licked over his hip bone, over another small constellation of freckles pointing her south, one hand stilled her. "Emma… stop." She looked up at him in question. "If you are determined, I should go clean myself up first."
"Why? Cause I'll taste myself on you?" Her fingers lightly trailed over his hard length and he bit his lip. "Already did when you kissed me." She gave him a wink, and then grasped him harder. "And if I get to do what I am aiming for, I'd get to taste you anways." She took his hand from her shoulder and placed it at the back of her head and then she leaned down and ran her tongue along his cock, base to tip.
His fingers tightened in her hair and his hips bucked as his mouth let out a moan. His eyes came back open to watch her deep green ones staring back at him, a smile on her face as she did it again, then once at the tip opened her mouth and took him in deep. "Fuck." He was trying not to pull at her hair, not to push her down more on him, tried to still his hips.
Emma could see him trying to keep control, and while she appreciated the effort, that wasn't what she wanted. She pulled off him and looked him in the eye, "Killian, don't hold back."
He closed his eyes, and took a breath and gave a small shake no of his head. "Not going to hurt you, force you…"
"You won't hurt me." She assured him. "Besides," she pulled his other hand from the sheet and leaned her cheek into his palm. "I want your hands in my hair. I want to know what you want, what you like." She bit her lip, "I want you to lose control." She kissed the palm of his hand, "And maybe I like it."
He could see the lust in her eyes and the truth to her statement, so he decided to let go and trust her. He gave a small nod, and a smile lit up her face. Her hand pumped him a few times and then she opened her mouth and took most of him, hitting the back of her throat. He groaned at the contact, and his hips lifted as she backed off, sucking and running her tongue over him. She got to the tip, swirled her tongue around sucked again, and his fingers tightened in her hair. She stayed at the tip, teasing him, testing him. She moved her mouth down a little and then back off. After three times, he finally gave in and gave a light press to the back of her head and moved his hips up towards her mouth. She smiled around him and rewarded the action by taking him in again, to the back of her throat and then back up and back down again. Her hand gripping the base and following her mouth as she moved.
She moved back to the tip, sucking and licking and teasing him again. He groaned, recognizing her game, and this time he pressed her down onto him a little firmer, his hips thrusting up into her mouth. She moaned around him, sending ripples of pleasure through his cock and out his body. "Fuck." He pressed again, bucked up again and she moved faster, propelled by his actions. She sucked harder at the tip and then took him back in deep, "Yes...Fuck...just like that." She moved faster, taking him a little deeper each time, starting to get used to his length. His hips rolled up into her, and he could feel himself close to the edge, and he he gripped her hair stilling her and pulling her gently from him. Her eyes met his in question. "Get up here love, and straddle me." She bit her lip. "Take me deep, let me come inside of you."
Emma smiled, kissed the tip of him and then moved over him. Her knees planted at the side of his hips again. Her hand came between them to grip him and move herself over him, his hands on her hips guiding her down. Her head rolled back as she lowered herself slowly and then about halfway down, quickly shifted her hips and took the rest of him. They both cried out with pleasure-filled curses, his hands holding her tight to him, keeping him deep. She went to move off, but he held her still. Their eyes met again, and he shifted to sit up and his knees up behind her. "Keep me deep, and roll your hips, love." He nipped at her neck as she started to rock her hips. He groaned feeling the movement against his cock deep inside of her, his mouth moving to suck one of her nipples.
Her hands moved back to card through his hair, pressing him closer to her breast as her head rolled back as she rocked against him. The fullness almost too much, the press of him against her walls, his body pressed tight against hers, pressing against her clit. She rocked faster as the pressure was building within her.
She felt so bloody good around him, his eyes slipped shut and he bit at the tender flesh in his mouth. His tongue moved then to sooth it as he could feel her body speed up and start to lose her rhythm. His one hand moved from her hip to between their bodies, and stroked her clit. She gasped and her back arched. He rubbed circles over the nub, and her body started to tense against him. He leaned back against the bed, keeping his fingers stroking her, as he started to thrust in and out of her. On his third thrust her muscles contracted, her head thrown back as she came hard around him. His fingers left her clit and moved back to her hip so he could hold her and guide her down onto him as his thrusts grew faster and harder up into her.
She was still floating from the first orgasm as she felt the second one approach. His thrusts powerful and hitting her in all the right spots, "Oh God, don't stop..." She slumped forward, her hands pressed to his chest, gripping the hair there. Her hips moved against his chasing the oncoming storm.
He somehow pushed through the first onslaught of her contracting walls, willing himself to last until her next, which he could already feel was close. He planted his feet in the bed, his arms moving around her to press her chest down to his, keeping her hips still, as he bucked up into her changing the angle. She bit at his chest as he continued to plunge up into her. Her body started to shudder and she cried out into his chest as her muscles squeezed him tight. His arms held her close as his hips thrust again then stilled as he pulsed and came deep, a grunt of her name from his lips.
He let his legs collapse back to the bed and they laid like that for a few minutes, unable to move. When her heart rate returned to normal, and she came back to her senses she moved her head to look up at him, resting her chin on his chest. His bright blue eyes were already look at her, his mouth curled into a smile.
"That was…both were..." he tried to find the right words to end that statement.
"Amazing," she said simply with a smile.
His hand moved from her back to play in her blonde tresses. "Aye." He agreed. He caught sight of the time on the alarm clock, "Would you look at that, just over twenty minutes to midnight. We still have time to celebrate."
She dragged a finger over his chest, "I thought we were celebrating."
He grinned, "Mmmm...very true love. But I meant celebrating the New Year, not finally getting time to have my wicked way with you." He licked his lips and gave her a wink.
She giggled, "Okay, what did you have in mind for the New Year?"
"I have champagne."
"I like champagne. Is that the only way you planned on celebrating the New Year?"
"I thought we could create our own fireworks."
"You sure you have more 'fireworks' in you?" she teased.
His hands came down her back and grabbed her ass, pressing her against him, "Oh trust me, I have many more 'fireworks' in me for tonight." She moaned and he leaned in to kiss her. "Okay, stay here. I'll be back." He rolled them onto their sides and they groaned as he slipped out of her. He kissed her again and then got out of bed.
She bit her lip as she watched his naked ass retreat down the hall. "I can feel you staring," he called out over his shoulder."
Emma laughed, "Why wouldn't I?"
He came back in, this time displaying his naked front, he smirked at her as he watched her eyes move over him, "See something you like love?" he sat on the side of the bed with a wet towel.
"Mmmhmmm."
He brought the towel to between her legs, cleaning her gently, biting his lip at the evidence of him leaking out of her. Her hand stilled his, and his eyes came back up to hers.
"I'm fine. We may just need a shower later."
He leaned in and kisses her, "That can be arranged." He stood back up, and quickly brought the towel to himself and then left it on the side of the night stand. He handed her the remote control to the television, "How about you find the New Year's countdown? I will be right back." She took the remote and nodded turning on the tv and flipping the stations. He took a moment to look at her, this beautiful goddess laying in his bed.
"What?"
He leaned back onto the bed to kiss her again, then stood back up shook his head and retreated out of the room.
She moved to the one side of the bed and leaned back against the pillows. She found the station and turned up the volume a little bit. She then got under the covers, now a little chilly without his body heat next to her.
A few moments later he was back in the bedroom with her overnight bag over his shoulder, her dress and his shirt and coat over his arm, an open bottle of champagne in one hand and two glasses in the other. He moved to his side of the bed and sat down the bottle and glasses onto it. He then spread out the clothes on one of the chairs. He held up her bag to her, "Do you need anything in here?"
"Not right now."
He nodded and put the bag on the floor next to the clothes. He didn't bother picking up the other ones thrown around the room, and came back to the bed, crawling under the sheets and blankets with her. He sat back against the pillows and headboard and then reached for a glass and the bottle. He filled one glass and handed it to her, then filled up the other one for himself. He then placed the bottle back on the night stand. He looked at the clock on the TV. "Less than ten minutes."
She scooted over to him to press her side up against his. His free hand moved over to her front, his fingers running teasingly over the sheet. "Why are you hiding these magnificent breasts from my view?"
"I got cold with you not here."
"Then allow me to warm you back up." His hand snaked under the sheet, cupping her breast, his palm rubbing against the already slightly hardened nipple. Her eyes drifted shut at the contact and he leaned in to kiss her. She moved closer and he pulled back, "Careful." He said tilting her glass back upright before it split.
Emma looked at the glass and then back to him, "You know they say, however you spend New Year's Eve is the way you're going to spend the rest of your year."
Killian smiled, "Then I say were are off to a wonderful start love." He leaned back in for another kiss, only pulling back when the tv started to chant the count down.
His free hand reached for hers and they started counting down together, "Three...Two...One...Happy New Year!" They yelled and then both leaned in for a kiss. He pulled back and she chased his lips getting another kiss out him before they smiled at each other.
"To a wonderful New Year," he said holding up his glass.
"To a wonderful New Year," she agreed, and they both drank from their glasses. She picked up the remote and changed it to a music station and then sat it over on the night stand. They both finished their glass of champagne. He then took hers and set them both down next to the bottle.
"So now what, my love?"
Emma's ears picked up on the subtle change in endearment, but she didn't say anything. She brought a finger to her lips and tapped it against them in thought, "Hmmmmm, let me think about that for a minute." He laughed shaking his head. "Oh right: this…" She launched herself at him, pushing him back against the bed, her body tangling with his, their lips connecting in another passionate kiss.