The morning was a rush of eating their room-ordered breakfast and getting ready for the day at Disney World's Magic Kingdom. The weather was still too cold for the water rides, so their apparel was basically similar to the day before, but clean. This time when they pulled up to the valet, Emma didn't even question it. She wondered if she was getting too spoiled, but the joyous, childlike happiness on Killian's face had her instantly stop her worry as they made their way into the park, quickly through Mainstreet USA, and over to Tomorrowland.
They had discussed their plan of attack for the park the night prior while wrapped up naked in the sheets together after initiating their own round of fireworks. They would circle around the park and only do what they really wanted in each 'land', skipping over attractions that didn't hold interest for either of them. Which only left a few things to see, in their current land.
She got a picture of him with Buzz Lightyear right before they headed for the Toy Story ride.
After the ride and right before their way out of Tomorrowland, Emma had to literally drag him into the themed speedway . I don't care if it's nothing like real racing," she told him as she held his hand, pulling him with her.
They each got their own car, and the "race" started, the cars barely going fast and following their own designated line on the track. She could hear him cursing behind her. "Language." She reminded him of the children present.
"This is not how racing works, Swan!" he replied, indignant.
She had her foot all the way down and looked behind her to see Killian trying to catch up. "You're only mad because you're losing!"
She saw the determination on his face, and as they looped around the track, he caught up in certain corners only to get left behind in others. As the finish line came into view, he was a good few car lengths back, and she couldn't help herself hoot and holler as she crossed the line first.
Once all the cars stopped and they were out and down the off ramp of the ride, she turned to him, and he had a scowl on his handsome face. "Oh come on, it's a children's ride. You can't be that upset you lost."
"That was a pathetic excuse for an imitation of what racing in like. It's not like..." She could see he was going to keep going, but she held his hand, squeezed it, bringing their walking to a stop, and then went to her tiptoes and kissed him.
His talking obviously stopped, and a brief second later he was kissing her back, holding her tightly to him, her other arm around his neck. She then pulled back to look up into his eyes., "Better?"
He took a deep breathe, breathing her in, a sense of calm from her in his arms washing over him. "Sorry, love. Not sure what came over me."
She smiled up at him, her fingers playing in the hair at the nape of his neck,. "You love what you do, and you're protective of it. And you are a VERY competitive person. You really hate to lose to anyone."
He grinned down at her. "You are probably the only person I don't mind losing to, my love." He placed a soft kiss on her lips and then pulled back to look around. "Okay, lead us away from here; where next?"
She pulled him with her to the Seven Dwarfs mine car ride, and then over to the Prince Charming Regal Carousel. Emma picked a white unicorn, while Killian took the black stallion to the side of her. They then stopped for a couple's photo op in front of Cinderella's Castle, before getting in line for Peter Pan's Flight.
Emma took a picture of him next to the name of the ride after they got off; the exuberant smile on his face made him look much, much younger. And when they turned the next corner, she immediately heard an intake of breath from him beside her. She looked up to see the costumed character of Captain Hook. She tried to keep in the laugh, she really did, but part of it escaped.
"You wound me, Swan." He pointed at the figure. "Did I laugh at you yesterday?"
"No," she said softly and then leaned up to kiss his cheek. "How about I get a picture of the two of you?"
"Yes, please," he told her before he strode towards the figure. She got out her camera, watching him talk to the 'Captain'. Killian was scratching behind his ear, making Emma squeeze her lips together tighter not to laugh at how embarrassed and childlike he was in the moment.
But with an arm wrapped around each other, the Captain bringing up his hooked arm, and Kilian bringing up his own, mimicking a hook with his finger, she just shook her head. "Say, 'Ayyyeeee'." He rolled his eyes at her but did and she took the picture. She quickly checked it and gave a thumbs up at how perfect it was. For some reason she had a feeling it would be his new background picture on Twitter.
She came up to him, and he immediately took her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. "Thank you, love."
"No problem. Now let's go into that Fantasyland store and get some souvenirs." They headed inside and he was immediately engrossed in the Peter Pan area, as Emma drifted towards the other parts of the store. He found what he was looking for and then went to find her. He saw her in the Tangled aisle, her fingers lightly trailing over the plastic tiara. "You should get it."
She jumped, startled her hand came to her chest. "You scared me." Then she laughed; he had on a red plumed hat and had found a plastic hook. "Do you have plans with that outfit?"
Killian picked up the Tiara and placed it on her head. "Hmmm…the big bad pirate captain kidnapping the princess…" He watched a small shudder go down her body and raised his eyebrow. "I have to say, I think we...both like the sound of that." He used the hook to grab her arm and pull her close to him, as his lips claimed hers.
She pulled away regrettably, and his eyes were slightly dilated. "Yep...totally buying this." They quickly found their way to the registers to buy their items, both trying to keep certain thoughts out of their heads, especially in a child's amusement park.
They found their way into the Haunted Mansion, and this time, Killian had to keep the laughter to himself at how tightly Emma gripped him and the couple of times she let out a scream at the entirely innocent Disney ghosts. They rode a few more rides and then stopped for lunch at Columbia Harbour house. Killian got the lobster roll and she ordered the chicken pot pie. They both laughed that they had "It's a small world" stuck in their heads after that annoying but almost mandatory Disney ride.
After lunch, they decided a light ride was in order and headed over to Aladdin's Magic Carpet Ride. Once inside the car—err, carpet—they were slowly lifted off the ground.
"I can show you the world…" Emma turned to him quickly, her eyes wide as he continued singing. "Shining, shimmering, me, princess," he took her hand looking into her eyes, "now when did you last let your heart decide?"
Her smile grew; he was really, really good. "I didn't know you could sing. You're just full of surprises."
He shrugged and pulled her closer to him, his arm around her shoulder, as he started to sing again, her smile widening even more until she couldn't help it and leaned in to kiss him. The rest of the ride was forgotten as they continued to kiss, and only stopped from a cough. They pulled apart to see the ride attendant asking them to exit the ride. They quickly left, both giggling as they made their way further into Adventure Land.
A Mickey Mouse-shaped ice cream treat on a stick later, they got in line for the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. Eventually they got into one of the boats with some other riders, and she curled up against him, under his arm as the ride started. They traveled through Tortuga and then a battle against a town by a pirate ship. Both agreed they needed to have a movie night to watch the movies together.
Afterwards, she directed them into Frontierland and Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, their stomachs now ready for another more thrilling ride. On their way out of the exit, they checked to make sure they had in fact gone on everything they wanted, and then started the trip back to the entrance, making stops at the souvenir stands along the way on Main Street.
Once outside of the park and back in the rental car, they decided to head to the hotel and eat at the more casual restaurant there for dinner. They quickly decided on dinner once seated. Killian choose a steak while Emma went for pasta, and they shared a bottle of wine. They knew they had to leave early in the morning since practice started tomorrow. But that didn't stop them from having some fun when they got back to the room, enough fun to tire them the rest of the way out and fall to sleep early.
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They got back to the trailer early the next day, but Killian only took enough time to get the luggage in the RV, change into his firesuit, and kiss her deeply once more before he headed to the garage to work with his team. Emma changed clothes, took some time to freshen up, and then headed out looking for the girls. It wasn't long before she found them looking out over the lake, drinks already in their hands. "Mind if I join you?"
They all smiled at her, and Ruby waved at an empty chair across from her. "It's all yours." Emma took a seat, and then Ruby and the girls leaned in. "So, how was the trip?"
They all talked and watched the cars lap around the track for practice, and towards the end, they went back to their respective drivers' garages. She learned that due to a few car issues, which they had fixed, Killian would start in the second Cam-Am Duel in tenth place. The girls had explained that the starting race at Daytona was different than the qualifying for the other races. The top two qualifiers would start first and second but the rest of the field was determined by two sets of smaller races of 60 laps each, the order of those set by practice times. Then the ending order of those races would decide the rest of starting order of the Daytona race.
Emma could see he was a little perturbed by the fact he was starting back so far, but she just wrapped her arm around him and rubbed his back.
He instantly started feeling better, the tension leaving him, and he gave a quick peck to her forehead. It was time to pack up for the day anyway. He gave a quick nod to Robin and his crew and they headed back to the RV. She could tell he was still a little upset about the practice and didn't want to have him try to cook, and she didn't want to subject him to her cooking, so she suggested delivery. They decided to order pizza and turn on a movie, deciding Pirates of the Caribbean would be a good choice; they might even watch them all. The races were late the next day and the press wouldn't be around until almost noon.
A few hours later, pizza was done, as was ice cream, and they were into the third movie when she got an idea. She headed to the back, requesting a bathroom break to put her plan into action. She found their souvenirs from the park and then searched through her luggage to find the perfect thing to go with it. A smile formed on her face as she did so.
She changed quickly and adjusted the tiara on her head. She called out to the other room, "Killian?"
"Yes, love?" he called back.
"Can you close your eyes for a minute?"
A smile bloomed on his face, knowing that whatever she had planned, he was sure he was going to like. "Closed!" he yelled back to her. He heard her feet padding softly towards him.
"Keep them closed." She said as he felt her put a hat on his head, and then pull out his hand and put something plastic over it. He then heard her walk away from him. He took a few moments to realize what was on his hand, and once he did the smile got wider, and his imagination caught up making his pants grow tighter, and tighter. "Okay, open them...Captain."
He slowly opened his eyes, to look at her wearing a light pink silk camisole, with the tiara on the top of her head. He had been correct, she had outfitted him with the plastic hook and the plumed hat. He turned off the TV and slowly stood from the couch, stalking towards her. "Well, what do we have here? Did you stow away on my ship, princess?"
She smiled happy that he was going with the plan. "I was running away from an evil witch. I had nowhere else to go."
He bit his lip as he got closer. "Stowaways are punished aboard my ship, royalty or not, Princess." He walked up to her, his hook going under her chin pressing it up to make her look in his eyes. He tried not to groan at the desire written in those jade green depths.
She bit her lip, her core already aching. "There must be something I have that you want."
The hook trailed down her neck and pushed the small strap down and off your shoulder. "I already have you under my complete control. What could you possibly offer me?"
She looked up at him. "In exchange for you taking me far away from here, I will let you have me. Anyway you wish, without complaint or struggle."
He stepped in closer to her, his body pushing hers backwards into the bedroom until her legs hit the bed and she fell back onto it. He leaned over her and spoke hotly into her ear. "I could just take what I want and then give you to my crew." He pulled back and watched her swallow hard, wondering if he had gone too far, but desire still swam in her eyes. However, his face softened, his hand came to the side of her face. "Emma, if you wish to truly continue this...I will need a safe word, darling."
She stilled, her brain pulling her out of her lust-filled fog, and she smiled up at him. "I trust you."
"Love...if I am reading you correctly, and what you intend for me to do. I will put you through your paces, I will take as I please. You WILL scream and cry out." He leaned in and nuzzled into her neck, feeling her shake. "You will beg me to stop...because it's too much." He pulled back to look into her eyes. "The point of the safe word is I won't stop, I'll keep going...unless you say that word. Is that what you want?"
She absolutely wanted it and nodded her answer, the only question was what would would she possibly use. Something that she couldn't possibly say by accident, and with a smile she said. "Pumpkin." He raised his eyebrow at her in question. "Well, I won't say it by accident, and it fits with the whole fairy tale thing."
With a smirk on his lips, the 'Captain' returned. "Oh princess, as you will learn, this is no fairytale." He took the tiara off her head and sat it on the nightstand, giving her a look not to object. He then turned back to her and his hook trailed down her neck and over her shoulder. "So, the deal is, I will take you where you want to go. But I shall have you any which way I please. When I please." He watched her swallow hard and nod. "You will do exactly what I say, and when. If you do not, you will be punished. If you keep being insubordinate, I will hand you over to my crew for the trouble."
She nodded her agreement. "Yes, Captain."
Since they had been together he had cataloged away tidbits of information here and there about what she liked and he was damn well going to try and use every single one of them tonight. With that he sat on the bed next to her and then quickly grabbed her and pressed her down over his lap, his hooked hand between her shoulders. The silk chemise raised over her backside, exposing her pale cheeks and matching G-string to his gaze.
She struggled against him, her hips moving against his lap, making him ache and his pants tighten even more. His hand then came down and connected with her backside. She screamed and wiggled, her instincts making her try to get away. "Oh no princess. We may have a deal, but you still stowed away on my ship without permission." He gave another smack to the other cheek and she squirmed again, but he heard the quiet moan of pleasure as he rubbed the stinging skin. "I you had come to me to make a deal before hand it would be different. I can't have stowaways going unpunished on my ship." She settled on his lap and he smiled, his hands rubbing the slightly pinkened flesh of her backside.
He spanked her ass a few more times, alternating sides, her whimpers turning to moans as he went. His hand stroked the red marks, and he let his hand dip lower between her legs. She was soaked and a growl ran up from his chest. "Such a dirty princess, you liked your punishment."
She was aching now, hoping he wouldn't stop, but he did and pushed her to her knees in front of him. His hook and hand traveled from her shoulders down her sides and then grabbed the edge of the slip and lifted it over her head. He dropped it to the floor along with the hook; the need to touch her with both hands was too great.
His hands grabbed her breasts harder than usual, his fingers pinching roughly at her nipples. She threw her head back in a moan, and arched her back into his hands, looking for more.
But his hands stopped and she lifted her head to look at him as he stood in front of her, her head at just the right height as she kneeled below him. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his boxer briefs down his legs to pool around his feet. His hard length jutted out to almost touch her face.
She licked her lips and her core clenched; her tongue wanted to lick the drop of pre-cum off the tip of him. But she knew he hadn't told her to, so she had to wait for the command. She clenched her hands at her sides as she waited.
He smiled down at her, seeing her try to restrain herself. His fingers caressed the side of her face. "Good girl." He then raised her chin to catch her eyes. "Now look at me princess, and use that beautiful mouth to suck my cock." Her tongue came out to lick the tip, and taste his salty sweetness. She moaned and leaned forward to take the head between her lips, her hands started to come up to help. Though, he pushed her hands away, "No touching. Just your mouth."
She gave him a glare but dove in, her tongue trailing over the vein underneath as her mouth moved to take more of him in and then back off. Each stroke took him deeper and deeper.
He groaned as he watched her mouth move over him, her tongue swirling, her throat muscles swallowing around his cock. When her nose brushed his stomach, he growled and his hands threaded into her hair, gripping tight, tugging slightly. He pulled her onto him a little more forcefully, and pushed her off for a small breath before pulling her back onto him. Over and over he forced her mouth onto him, his grunts of pleasure escaping on each pass of her mouth.
God, she was loving this; her walls clenched and ached as he took what he wanted. She moved her hand between her legs, hoping to relieve the tension. Her fingers slid through her slickness and almost reached her clit when he quickly pulled out of her mouth and tilted her head back to look at him. "I said, no touching." She was about to object, but saw his eyes almost black with lust, making her...want...more. "I decide when you get pleasure, not you. You will touch yourself, only when I allow it."
He pulled her to her feet by her hair, his fingers cupping her head, relieving some of the pull. He pressed her front down onto the bed onto her elbows. Her feet were on the floor, her ass in the air. His fingers took hold of the strap of her G-string and pulled hard. It snapped and the fabric fell to the floor, the position putting her now bare ass and cunt on full display for him. God, she couldn't wait for him to just take her; she needed it, she needed him inside her. But with his next words, she knew she wasn't going to get it, at least not yet.
"You must like being punished." He said as his hand came down hard on her ass once again. This time the pleasure was immediate. Part of her wanted to object to the punishment, he hadn't been specific in his instructions, but the other part of her knew it didn't matter. His hand snaked down lower towards her thighs and she whimpered.
His hand again came down in quick succession over the swell of her ass cheeks, down her thighs, the tips of his fingers coming in contact with the lips of her sex. He watched her face as he got closer and heard her cries of pleasure each time he made contact. He kicked her legs wider apart, and his hand cupped her bare mound, his middle finger slipping through her slickness to flick against her hard and swollen bundle of nerves. She keened under him, and he smiled. "Mmmm, such a naughty girl, you really like this." His hand came down hard, calculated across her nether lips, his fingers sliding between to glance over her swollen clit.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back. "Oh, no you don't, I want to hear every sound, every scream." He said and then smacked the same spot over and over. She whimpered and screamed. Her legs were shaking; she was right on the edge—all she needed was one more. And he was gone, walking to the closet with a smirk. She glared at him, but stayed where she was, trying to catch her breath.
He pulled out a black tie from their closet and walked back to her, pulling her to her feet and binding her hands behind her. "Make it a little easier for you to behave." He pushed her back to her knees as he leaned over her. "If you keep disobeying, I will just tie you to the bed." He could see the want in her eyes, his still-hard length getting impossibly harder at the knowledge. He straightened back up, the tip of his cock ghosting over her lips, teasing her. "Open."
She did as instructed and he slid inside, hands already in her hair, working more and more of himself into her mouth. Once she opened her throat and started to swallow him down once again, his eyes connected with hers, staring up at him. "Fuck. Yes. Take all of me down that throat, princess." He watched her head moving over him, taking all of him into that sweet mouth and he knew he was already close so he decided to change tactics.
He kept her head still, his fingers wrapped tight in her hair, as he started to thrust into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue ran over him, her throat muscles repeatedly swallowed around him, her cheeks hollowing as she worked on him harder. "So good," he grunted, and tugged on her hair, making her moan around him. "You love me fucking your mouth, don't you?" She moaned around him again, the vibration ringing through him, and with another thrust he was coming, releasing his seed down her throat as she swallowed all he offered. He pulled out reluctantly leaving a trail of his release over her tongue, lips and chin.
She licked her lips, taking in his flavor, keeping her eyes on his. His hand reached out and collected what was on her chin with his thumb and pressed it to her lips. She sucked his thumb clean, and he felt the stirring of lust again already. His hand went to stroke her cheek. "Mmmm. Good Princess." He reached down for her tied hands and pulled her to her feet. He pulled her to the bed, and sat back against the headboard and helped her over him, to straddle his legs. His hands pressed her down, her slick swollen flesh pressing against his softened cock. They both let out a pleasure-filled sound. She whimpered, missing his touch as he pushed her back to sit further away on his thighs. He widened his stance, allowing him free access to all of her.
"All on display just for me." He bit his lip as his fingers trailed lightly over her skin, from her mouth, down her breasts, to press lightly into her core. Her back arched and her head leaned back, her hair tickling his calfs. His hands moved back to her breasts, testing their weight in his palms, his thumbs sliding over her nipples to then pinch and tug at them. He did it harder and she moaned louder. He leaned in and latched his mouth to one, sucking hard, teeth nibbling.
Her hips bucked looking for some sort of friction, but there was nothing between her legs, nothing to rub herself against. "Please," she begged. He had kept her on the edge for too long, she needed release. She didn't care what she had to do to get it.
He grinned against her flesh. "What was that, princess?"
"Please, Captain. Please."
He heard the need, the pleading in her voice. He pulled back to look at her. "You beg so nicely, but you have yet to tell me what for."
"Please, make me come." Her hips moved, and then she turned her needy eyes to him. "Please, Captain."
His hand grasped at her breast again, tweaking the nipple. His other hand moved down between her legs, his thumb pressing against her clit, as two fingers entered her. She moaned and rocked against him. "That's it. If you want to come, fuck yourself on my hand." Her eyes flew open only to see the smirk on his face. He was waiting for her defiance, waiting so he could possibly punish her again. But she wasn't going to take the bait, no she would take her pleasure and hopefully tease him right back. She adjusted her hands in the binds and leaned back on her palms, shoving her hips down onto his fingers. She let the moans escape her mouth, as she rocked back and forth.
His eyes traveled over her writhing form, using his digits to find her release. She was his wanton princess alright, the sight alone bringing his cock back to life. He could see her getting close, and without a warning he moved a third finger into her. She cried out his name, breaking character in her passion as she tumbled over the edge. Her walls clenched his fingers as her back arched and she rode out her pleasure.
Killian's hand left her breast, and came behind her to untie her wrists, throwing the tie to the floor. Before she was fully back to her senses, he withdrew his fingers and sucked them into his mouth. He groaned at her taste, his cock now fully at attention, but he wasn't even near being close to being done with her. He grabbed her ass and hips and rolled her onto her back, as he sat back on his haunches between her spread legs. He grabbed each of her wrists and pressed them above her head, as he stared into her green eyes now watching him. "Don't move them."
She nodded and his lips trailed down her neck, nipping at the skin as he went. He traveled down to her breasts, sucking hard at her nipples, and then nipping and leaving a red mark at the side of her one breast. His hands then glided down between her legs, and pressed her thighs open wide. His tongue darted into her, with his face pressed tight, making his beard rub against her tender skin. Her hips bucked up against him from the sensation. His thumb started to circle her clit over and over as his tongue curled repeatedly inside of her.
Emma's hands grasped the pillow above her, as she whimpered, curses coming from her mouth as he was pushing her close to the edge in a rush. His tongue left only to press three fingers back in her and his mouth to suck on her clit, pushing her over, light shooting behind her lids as she called out his name again. He smiled against her, only to shove his tongue back inside, his fingers moving over her clit hard, not letting her come back down at all. She was tender; she didn't know if she could endure another one so close, but damn if her body didn't listen. She was groaning and whimpering and letting out noises that were probably not words.
He kept alternating his fingers and his tongue inside of her, his eyes gazing up at her over her bare mound, watching her wither in front of him. Her legs were clenching, shaking as he pulled another orgasm out of her. He still didn't stop, his lips attached firmly to her clit, his fingers plunging inside of her, her walls still fluttering.
"Please…" she whined. "Please give me a moment, please...captain."
He sucked on her hard and pulled back with a hard lick, making her hips squirm. "I thought you were mine to do with as I please."
Emma saw the look on his face, the question in his eyes, she knew she could say the safe word, but she didn't want to. God, somehow her body still wanted more; she just needed a short break. One that he just, in a way, gave her. She took a deep breath and found her voice. "I am, all yours...Captain."
With that, he was back on her, his tongue dipping inside her to then trail over her clit, over and over, stroking the flame inside her back into an inferno. His fingers plunged back into her, her hips rocking onto them once again, wanting more, needing more. He could tell from her sounds how close she was, let alone from the quake in her legs.
But this time, he didn't let her finish. Instead, he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her knees. His hand pressed her back onto the bed. Her body was too worn out to complain that he had left her on edge again or about his manhandling. Hell, she loved the way he could just move her around as if she weighed nothing. Her bent legs were spread wide, her calfs on either side of him. His hands were on his hips, as he lined up, and pulled her onto him in one quick thrust.
She threw her head back, her muscles contracting as she came hard around him, finally feeling him fully inside her. Her walls grasped his length hard, forcing him to grit his teeth, as he held himself deep inside of her. But before she fully came back down to reality he started to pull out and then snap his hips back hard into her, eliciting a grunt from her lips as he pressed deep. He pushed himself to his knees, taking her hips with him, as he pulled out slowly only to plunge back in quickly. God, she was so wet and tight around him.
He pressed her hips down and his hand moved to her hair, gathering it up into a ponytail so he could pull her head back, making her back arch, and changing the angle of penetration, as he thrust inside again. She mewled as he hit that spot that had her seeing stars. His hips started to piston into her hard, hitting that glorious spot repeatedly on each thrust.
"So tight. So fucking tight," he grunted, watching himself sink all the way inside of her to then pull out covered in her arousal. "So wet for me." He gave a light tug to her hair, making her moan again, as he continued his assault into her. The sounds coming out of her lips, the flush to her skin, her tight inner walls fluttering as he watched her pretty little cunt take all of him over and over. His urge to fully claim her made his hand on her hip grip a little tighter before he let go to drop his hands under her, trailing over her clit, gathering her slickness on his fingers.
Part of him wanted to take the opportunity to claim her fully, but he refused to use this game they were playing to take what he wanted this way. He also didn't want to make her say that word, if she wasn't ready, thus ending the fun. But it didn't mean he couldn't play a little more.
He plunged in deep once more and stayed still, making his jaw clench, as she tried to move against him trying to get him to continue. He let her hair go to grab her hip, as his slick fingers traveled over the tiny puckered hole between her still-pink cheeks. He felt the exact moment she understood his intentions, as his fingertip started to massage the rim. She stiffened slightly, and then he felt her body relax, making a smile bloom on his face knowing she wasn't going to protest. His index finger dipped inside to the first knuckle, her gasp and hips pressing back encouraging him as he moved the digit out just a little and then back in a little further. Each time he pulled out, he went back in further, pressing the finger down against the wall inside her, feeling his hard cock on the other side, making them both whine at the sensation.
His other hand left her hip to slide back between her legs and glide over her clit, making her shudder and push back against him. He transferred the moisture back to his other hand, and this time on the pulling out of his finger, he started to push both his index and middle into the tight little hole. She gasped, and then moaned as he got it inside of her. Her body tried to press back against him. "The naughty princess likes her ass filled, hmmm?" He asked as he flexed his hips and pressed his fingers fully inside her at once.
"Fuck...Yes." she moaned, the feeling of being full, too full rushing over her. But god she didn't want it to stop. She needed him to move. "Please...God...Please… fuck me."
His free hand came to her hip, pulling and pushing her back onto his cock and fingers. "Captain will do." With that, he was gone, his hips and fingers fucking into her with abandon, the sight alone enough, let alone how much she was loving it, to drive him over the edge. The debauched sounds she was making made him absolutely crazy. A string of curses came out of those gorgeous lips and he couldn't hold back any longer; he lost it. His orgasm washed over him, heightening as her walls clenched around him, dragging his climax out longer. His hips stuttered against her backside, and with his last amount of strength he fell to her side, pulling her back to his front, burying his face in the back of her neck as they rode out the aftershocks.
Their heavy breathing started to calm and their sweat-soaked bodies cooled. With his head returning, she slowly removed his fingers and himself from her. He placed a kiss to her shoulder at her whimper. He stood and walked into the bathroom to wash his hands and to bring a wet washcloth back to the bed, only to find her exactly where he left her. He sat back down, and softly moved the towel between her legs. He caught the slight wince on her face, and moved the towel back over her behind gingerly. He then dropped the towel to the floor and laid back down, pulling her close to him again and bringing the blankets up over them.
He could tell she was almost asleep, but he had to talk to her. "Emma...love...are you okay?"
She nodded and turned in his arms to face him, her leg coming to rest over his hip, as she snuggled her face into his chest. "More than okay."
"I saw the wince. Did I hurt…" A finger came up to his lips to stop him as she looked up at him.
"I'll be a little sore in the morning." She could see the regret starting to form. "Killian...don't you dare. It was...amazing." She kissed him softly. "I mean there were times I wanted to kill you…" They both chuckled. "But you played the part perfectly." She bit her lip. "Were you okay with that?"
"I am more than okay with giving you whatever you want or need, my love." He kissed the top of her head. "It was fun. But admittedly, it was a little difficult to treat you like that." His fingers caressed her back. "Though I could tell you were...enjoying yourself." She blushed and hid her face in his chest. His hand tilted her chin to look back up at him. "Emma, it's okay to like that. I get it. You are so in control of your life every day, sometimes it's nice to give that control over to someone else." He kissed her forehead. "I'm just honored that you trust me like that."
She grinned and leaned in to kiss him. He knew her so well and didn't judge; just loved her. She pulled away to look into his eyes. "I love you."
He smiled back. "And I love you." He kissed her forehead again and pulled her tight as they let the physical exertion wash over them, and in minutes, they were both sound asleep.