Killian slowly started to wake, and knew from the brightness of the light behind his closed eyelids it was well into late morning. He kept his eyes shut, and instead lightly pulled the warm body next to him closer. His nose softly pressed into the back of her neck, leaving a soft kiss. She was still sound asleep, which wasn't surprising based on last night's activities. They had 'rang' in the new year a couple more times with their own form of fireworks before they had fell asleep, sated, in each other's arms.
His hand was splayed between her breasts and stomach, holding her spooned against his chest. This time, unlike Christmas morning, there was nothing separating them, and no visitors to disturb them. He grinned, and started to leave soft kisses down her shoulder and bare back. Her body moved a little against him, signaling that she was starting to wake.
He pressed his growing erection against the soft curves of her behind, making himself moan against the skin of her shoulder. He couldn't decide if he wanted to move his hand up to her breast or down to her core. His arm trapped under him was wishing it could come in to help, but he would surely startle her awake if he tired. And he very much wished to wake her in a much more pleasurable way.
He kissed back up her neck, and his hand headed up as well. His thumb grazed over her nipple, each stroke making it grow harder at the touch. A small whimper escaped her mouth making him smirk into her skin. His hips rolled into her again looking for friction, eliciting another small sound from her.
Now happy that both breasts were at attention, his hand proceeded south to her tantalizing bare mound. His finger slid through her folds finding her already slick for him. He softly swirled his finger around her clit, feeling it start to come to life under the small pressure. She stirred in his arms, small gasps and moans coming from her mouth. He could tell she was still asleep, still dreaming. He wondered if he was the one in her sleep bringing her pleasure. He got his answer when a gasped, "Killian," sprung from her lips.
He played more kisses along her neck and shoulder as his finger continued to softly stroke her bundle of nerves. She was slowly waking, in that in-between state, against him. He rolled his hips again and her hand moved down to grip at his wrist, signalling she had finally woken. Her fingers pressed his harder against her, her hips pressed towards his moving digit. "Yes...more…"
Now that she was awake he used the opportunity to rock her and move his other arm under her, allowing that hand to move up to her breasts. He kissed at her neck again and then whispered in her ear, "Tell me what you need, my love."
She pressed her hips back against his hard length, and then forward seeking friction against his fingers. She whimpered, "I need you...inside of me."
He growled low into her shoulder. "Fingers?" he asked dipping two into her core. Her hips shifted, riding them on a whimper. "Or cock?" He rolled himself against her ass again, eliciting a groan from her. He could tell her brain was indecisive, clouded with lust and sleep. Her body trying to seek out the pleasure she was craving, needing in one form or another. God he loved her like his, so wanton and needy all for him.
He pressed his fingers deeper as he pressed himself to her backside. She moaned loud from both sensations. Her one hand still gripped his wrist, the other now over her side and gripped his hip tight. "Pleaseeeeee...need you."
He knew he could push for a clearer answer from her. He wanted to hear those dirty words, exactly how she wanted to come from those sinful lips. He found out during the night those 'dirty' words from him turned her on as well, especially when said with his hot breath into her ear. But he could tell she was too far gone, so he decided to press forward with her intent and get what he wanted as well.
He withdrew his finger and her hand gripped his wrist tighter. He was able to pull out of her grasp and his hand pressed her own fingers back to her center, pressing her against her own bundle of nerves. "Just for a minute, love." He then reached for her hand on his hip and together lifted her leg up with knee bent to rest on his hip. "Hold it right here." He then reached between them, taking himself in hand and lined him up with her slick opening. He slowly pressed forward into her welcoming heat, and clenched his jaw, trying not to slam himself inside of her.
They both moaned at the feel of him pushing into her, the drag of his cock along her sensitive walls from their prior night's activities making her feel even tighter. Once fully seated his hand traveled back around her, moved her fingers out of the way to take back up his own patterns on her clit. Her hand griped back at his wrist as her hips pressed back against him.
Killian started to gently thrust himself in and out of her, her gasps and nonsensical words pushing him a little faster. His fingers circled her clit in time with his hips. His other hand squeezed her breast, pressing her closer. His mouth lightly nipped and sucked a deeper mark into her neck.
Her inner walls were already starting to flutter, her leg on his hip trembling. He continued moving, just a little faster, both his hips and his fingers. She choked out a, "Yes…" then she was just a string of sounds that could of been his name over and over when he felt her walls contract, her body shudder, her sounds cut off in a silent gasp. He tried to hold on but her body was milking him for all it was worth, and he couldn't as the pressure in his spine built and built and on a final press of his hips seemed to explode through his body. His hips pressed himself deep as his body shuddered and released inside of her.
They both laid there trying to let their bodies calm, heart rate return to normal. Her leg moved from his hip and back down to her side. Moving both of them, shifting his softening length still inside of her, made them both moan at the sensation.
A few minutes later, their bodies close to normal, a small giggle burst out of her, followed by a happy and still breathless "Good morning."
He smiled into her neck and leaned over as she turned her head to give her a soft kiss. "Good morning, my love. I hope you didn't mind me waking you."
She turned to him over her shoulder with a grin, "You can wake me up like that any time." He kissed her again and then tucked his head back into her shoulder. "In fact, I would love for that to be my own new personal alarm clock."
They both started laughing and he then kissed her shoulder, "I might be able to arrange that when you stay over." He knew what the statement implied, but he didn't expand on the thought. He knew he wanted her to stay with him as much as possible, or at least as much as she was willing. But knew that discussion would be later. Right now, he just wanted to focus on this weekend.
His hand moved up from between her legs to settle on her stomach. "How about some breakfast in bed?"
"Wow, you are really going all out." Her hand sought out his and interlaced thier fingers. "You already got me, you know?"
His heart swelled at her statement. "But maybe I want to keep you."
She smiled and then gave a loud and dramatic sigh. "But then you have to get out of bed." She wiggled her hips a little, he shifted inside of her and he groaned. "and me."
"Minx," he growled and lightly bit at her earlobe. He regrettably pulled out of her and rolled to his back so he could sit up. She rolled to her side as he turned back to look at her. The light streamed from outside onto her creamy skin, her naked body laying out before him. He leaned back to her, placing a soft kiss on her lips, "You are so bloody beautiful."
Her cheeks flushed a little at his compliment, and he quickly stood up and retreated from the bed before he let her tempt him back in it. "I'll be right back. Find something on the TV, use the loo if you need. Shouldn't be long."
She nodded and he left to pull on a pair of gray sweatpants and then headed to the bathroom near the kitchen, before heading to get breakfast together.
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He came back into the bedroom with a tray of food maybe fifteen minutes later. She was sitting up in bed. Her hair brushed, face clean of makeup. She looked stunning. He was slightly disappointed to see her covered in a T-shirt until he recognized it as one of his own. The thought of her in his clothes sent a possessive rush of blood south to his groin. It was a soft white, the printed words almost completely faded. It was a shirt from one of his first track wins in the states. He blinked a few times trying to clear his mind and then placed the tray on the bed.
She scooted closer, "Wow, you do know how to cook." The tray consisted of two omelets, fresh fruit, and blueberry scones, as well as two cups of coffee and two glasses of orange juice.
He sat down beside her. "In all fairness, I only made the omelets. A bakery in town made the scones."
"Still, to me, omelets are impressive."
He reached out and moved some hair behind her ear, "If you are still interested, I can show you how next time."
She smiled shyly, and nodded as she picked up her coffee taking a drink. It was of course made just the way she liked it. She hadn't doubted it would be for a second. They both then started to eat.
During the meal, he remembered his schedule for the coming week and was trying to figure out how to tell her. He was scratching behind his ear when she said, "Just tell me." He dropped his hand, looked over at her in shock, and with the question of how did she know on his face. She laughed and reached out to lightly stroke her fingers behind his ear. "You have a tell." She then quickly added, "But don't you dare stop. It's adorable."
"Adorable?" Bloody hell, he didn't need to look adorable, but the look on her face instantly melted the thought.
"So...tell me," she said, then took another bite of the scone.
He nibbled at his bottom lip, took a breath and then launched into the discussion. "I have a crew meeting on Tuesday and a car test on Friday."
"I thought you couldn't get back into the car until your hours were done."
Hr smiled, bit his lip again, "My hours were up on Monday." Her eyes widened at his statement. "But I had nothing else to do, and Archie said they could use the help."
She nodded. "That's very sweet of you."
"Well, I may have had the ulterior motive of being close to you." He wiggled his her and she laughed and gave a playful shove of his shoulder. But he could tell she loved his answer.
And she did, her heart beat a little quicker at realizing it was HER. He wanted to stay for her. "So you are saying you won't be there, those two days." He nodded and she reached out for his hand squeezing it. "I understand. I knew us seeing each other everyday wouldn't last." She knew that, she did but it didn't make the separation easier. But she didn't want him to worry about that.
He knew it too, and like her, he was not looking forward to the time apart either. He wanted to get back on the track like crazy, but the thought of not seeing her every day wasn't something he wanted either. But he decided to press on. "Actually I was hoping that maybe you could take Friday off and come to the track. Meet the crew. See me drive."
She could hear the hopefulness in his voice and see it in his bright blue eyes. She swallowed; she wanted to go, she just wasn't sure if she could. "I would love to." She saw the smiling forming and rushed to complete the answer, "Let me just check my schedule and get Archie to okay the time off. Then I can say for sure…"
He cut her off with a kiss. He knew he couldn't interfere with her work—she loved her job. But the thought that she was going to try to work him in, that she looked liked she wanted to go, was enough for him. She then laughed against him and he pulled back to see he had spilled some of her orange juice onto her and his shirt she was wearing. "Looks like we need to clean you up." He looked back at their plates that was almost empty. "Now that breakfast is in over can I interest you in a shower?"
"That sounds nice...on one condition." He raised his eyebrow and she went on. "You join me."
His smile turned into a smirk, "Well, if the lady insists…"
Emma reached down and pulled the shirt over her head tossing it to the floor. She watched his gaze rake over her naked form, his adam's apple bob. "She absolutely does."
"Well in that case," he was off the bed in an instant, his arms pulling her to him and then up over his shoulder in a fireman's hold. She giggled and smacked his ass as he headed for the bathroom. "Ohhh, you'll pay for that." He then gave a light smack to her own which brought a small moan from her lips. "Oh, you like that do you?" He said and then smacked her butt again as he stepped into the bathroom. She squeezed his ass with her hands having found their way under the sweats as he walked. He growled and pulled her back down and sat her on her feet in front of him. His arms pulled her naked form against his chest, "You are a naughty girl aren't you?" He looked down into her enlarged pupils, seeing only a slim line of green around them. Her teeth biting her lip as she nodded. He filed that piece of information away for later use. His hand snaked down and squeezed one of her ass cheeks, than gave another swat. She moaned and ground her hips into his already stiff erection.
She was already feeling needy. He just had a knack for finding all her weaknesses, but instead of teasing her about them, or telling her she was wrong to have them, he accepted them, and even gave her what she wanted, craved. Her hand snaked under the band of his sweats and gripped him firmly, watched his eyes roll back, his hips thrust into her hand as she stroked his hard pulsing flesh. "Shower…" he groaned and she pushed his pants down releasing him reluctantly.
He stepped out of his sweats and pulled away with a deep breath, and opened the shower door to turn on the water. She grabbed her bottles of shampoo and conditioner out of her overnight bag that she had brought into the bathroom while he was making breakfast. He then reached for her and pulled her in with him, the water already steaming up the glass. She placed the bottles on a shelf and he backed her to the wall under one of the shower heads next to the tiled bench. Her arms went around his neck, pulling his head down to hers, their lips meeting, tongues coming out to twirl along one another, tasting, dancing as he pressed himself against her, the water washing over them. His one hand traveled back down to her ass squeezing, as the other moved between them, fondling her breast. She gasped into his mouth and rolled her hips against his hard length nestled between them.
He pulled his head back and she smiled up at him. "So I guess it's time to clean up?" she asked.
Killian could tell that's not what she really wanted, and neither did he, "Yes, however I'm just going to get you all dirty again." He watched her eyes close at the thought and it brought a deep chuckle from him. "I have plans for you sweetheart." He requested for her to turn around. Then he leaned over and picked up the bottle of her shampoo. He poured some into his hand, put the bottle back, and then worked it into her hair, massaging her scalp. She leaned her head back letting her body relax to his fingers. He then used the leftover and ran it through is own hair quickly. He reached for the detachable showerhead and turned it on to a gentle setting and used it to wash through her hair as the main shower head washed over her front. She leaned back against him, and his hand ran through her hair as he rinsed out the shampoo. He then quickly rinsed out his own, and attached the shower head back to the holder leaving it on.
He leaned back over to get her bottle of conditioner and again worked it back into her hair. This time he left it in and picked up his bottle of body wash. He made a mental note to pick up something that would maybe suit her a little better for next time. He ran the soap over his chest, the hair getting a good lather, then pulled her back into him. As his soapy hands moved over her front, she started to giggle. "Are you using your chest like a loofa?"
He laughed. "More like a suds holder." She lost it in a fit of giggles and he laughed harder as well. She kept laughing until his hands made their way to the apex of her thighs. His fingers now free of soap, teased her as they grazed over her mound. She moaned and leaned back into him, his hard length nestling into the cleft of her ass, the water washing over them, allowing him to glide back and forth. The feel of it making him bite her shoulder, a small groan coming out of him. Her legs widened their stance, and he smiled into her neck. "Is there something you want darling?"
"Yes...please." She said, leaning her head back against his chest.
His fingers pressed through her folds, running with the water over the sensitive skin and the bundle of nerves. She whined against him, and pressed her hips back into cock, making him slip across her ass again. He pressed one finger into her her core and she moaned, his other hand glided over her breasts and gave a soft pinch to a nipple. She keened against him, and he pressed another finger into her, scissoring them inside of her. Her one hand came up to his wrist, holding on as she bucked against his fingers, the other came up behind his neck pulling his head down so she could turn her head to the side and kiss him.
She felt the pleasure building inside of her; it wasn't going to take too much more. His palm moved against her as his fingers sunk inside deeper, pressing against her clit. She pressed her hips more firmly against his hand, riding his fingers and gasping. He started curling his fingers inside of her and she was flying over the edge. Her body tensed, her walls clenched, and she was gasping out his name and shuddering against him. He wrapped his arm around her, holding her to him; if he hadn't, she wouldn't have been able to stay standing. He brought her back down slowly, and gently removed his fingers from her.
He had her lean back against him and picked up the shower head again. He washed out the conditioner from her hair, while he allowed her to catch her breath. When she regained enough of her senses, she was able to stand back on her own, and started to turn in his arms. "Oh, not yet love. I'm not done with you."
She wiggled her ass against him, making him moan. "Are you sure I can't help you with something?"
He moaned again and pressed a light nip at her neck, and then tugged at her earlobe. "Oh, trust me, you will." Once he had the last remnants of the conditioner out of her hair he used the shower head to rinse himself of the last of the body wash.
He took his free hand patted her right leg. "Place your foot on the bench." She did as instructed. He pressed his chest to her back, "Now lean against the wall, my love." She did as he asked knowing that it put her on full display for him and gave him the perfect angle to slide right inside her, and god she couldn't wait.
His eyes raked over her backside and licked his lips as his free hand glided over his hard shaft. He pumped himself a few times and then glided his hard flesh through her folds, rubbing against her clit as he moved back and forth. She moaned and pressed her hips back into him, looking for more friction, wanting more of him. He released himself and brought his arm up to her right, pulling it away from the wall, leaving her leaning on just her left. He then transferred the shower head to her, his fingers changing the setting to a hard pulse. He pulled her hand down, angling the water to flow over her parted folds, hitting her her swollen clit. She gasped and her her body shuttered against his. "Keep it right there for me love."
The water pulsed over her nerve endings, working her up to the edge fast, and then she felt him press into her. She gasped and her walls were already starting to flutter. "Pleaseeeee."
He could already feel her body tensing, and her begging cry had him surge forward taking her in one swift thrust, one arm around her middle and the other grabbing a breast, as she tumbled over the edge in his arms, muscles squeezing him tight. He clenched his jaw, trying to hold out while she came around him, bucking and crying out in his arms. He felt her angle the water away from herself, and he kissed her neck lightly.
He allowed her a moment, and then released his one arm from her, and held onto her hand pressing the spray back onto her. She gasped at the sensation returned to her clit, and that is when his hips started to move. Pulling out, and thrusting back in fast and hard. "Fuck...yes," she screamed out, bracing herself against the wall. Her leg was already shaking from all the sensations. The feeling of him pistoning in and out of her in quick and hard strokes. The pulsing of the hot water over her exposed clit. His hands squeezing her breast. His mouth and teeth at the pulse point of her neck. The sounds of his grunts in her ear along with his dirty words.
"God, Emma…fuck...you feel so bloody good around me." He kept thrusting, his cock pressing deep, stroking her again fluttering walls. "Come for me again, love. I need to feel you come around me."
She groaned in his arms, her breath stuttering, the sensations becoming too much; she didn't know if she could keep standing, the crescendo was coming, she was...coming. "Ahhhhhhhh...fuck...yes…" It was like a tidal wave rolling over her again and again, his hips continuing to thrust, the water still pulsing, continuing the wave after wave of pleasure. Her words became incoherent as her body pulsed and contracted around him.
He groaned and his hips stuttered at the feel of her gripping his length. The sounds of her coming in his arms pulled him over the edge as he thrust once more, cumming deep within her. He leaned against her back, pressing them both against the wall. They both let the shower head fall to the floor. Her leg came down from the bench, and they stayed there, leaning against the wall, as they tried to regain their senses.
After a few minutes, he regained enough strength to stand up and pull her to him. He then had her sit down on the bench for a moment. He turned off the shower and went to grab a towel. She leaned her head against the wall, her eyes closed. Her legs still felt like jello, and her body was still humming. "Can you stand yet, love?" She shook her head no. He gave a soft smile, and quickly dried himself to get it done and out of the way. He then wrapped the towel around her, tucking in the end to hold it in place. He then lifted her into his arms and exited the shower.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes quickly opening.
"Since you can't walk, I'm carrying you back to bed."
She smiled, shook her head, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face into his neck. She placed small kisses there and could feel the soft rumble of his moan. He then laid her down on the soft mattress and took the towel to dry her off. She then took the towel from him and wrapped it around her hair turban style. He plopped down in bed next to her, and she smiled over at him. "So, now what?"
He grinned back, "Well I doubt either of us are ready for round…" he thought about it, his head trying to count. She laughed and swatted his shoulder. "No clue what round we are on."
"Movie?"
"Sounds perfect." He leaned back against the pillows and she cuddled into his chest, bringing the blanket with her. He clicked on the TV and scrolled through the movies on demand. They choose one together and started watching it.
They spent the rest of the weekend mostly in the bedroom, but occasionally ventured to the living room, and the kitchen. Their bodies didn't stay clothed for long when they even attempted to get partially dressed. They watched movies, played card and video games, talked, danced, and she watched him cook in between their other enjoyable activities.
She tried to leave on Sunday night, but with his puppy dog eyes and roaming hands, he convinced her to stay until morning and her could drive her into work. She had clothes that could pass for work-appropriate in her bag, so she decided to stay, and true to his word, he did make it worth her while.
The next morning he woke her early, and again in a way that was much better than any alarm clock. She was going to stuff her dress into her bag, but he just shook his head at her and told her to leave it there and she could grab it next time so it didn't get wrinkled. She agreed, as it would also save on her dry cleaning bill. So as she finished her makeup, he went to go hang it up. Once they were ready to go, she grabbed her bag and purse, then followed him to the garage, this time on their way to the coffee shop together on their way into work. He backed out of the garage and shut the door while her red dress hung free of wrinkles in the empty 'hers' closet.