WARNING: Smut ahead! Finally! Also its not that type of hard-core, super detailed smut. It's just nice lovey dovey smut :)
I paced back in forth, dripping wet in his cabin. I could tell the storm died down; the rocking of the ship was steadier. I looked out the port hole on the side, it was still raining. Where is he? I'm worried. As always, he was the only thing on my mind. But finally the door opens, entering a soaking wet Killian. I stand there in the middle of the room watching him. He shuts the door behind him, and slowly walks forward. His eyes hooded as he stops and leans against one of the posts. I stood there with my words caught in my chest, unable to breathe. But to my joy I hear in rugged voice.
"What did you think you were doing out there? People go overboard in swells that high." He brings his eyes to mine. I cross my arms irritated.
"I was the only one who saw you sliding over the side. Was I just supposed to watch?" I turned and began to walk to the full length mirror in the corner of the room, and began unbuttoning my bodice; damn thing was even more uncomfortable wet.
"And I told you to stay in the cabin." He said, his head leaned against the post; his eyes watching my movements.
"I may be a woman, but I am not incapable of helping." I say struggling with the ties. It had become knotted and caught from me trying to untie it so quickly.
"You are the most head-strong, reckless, unmanageable piece of baggage I have ever seen." He gave a long-suffering sigh, while dashing his hand through his hair, drops of water running down his exposed neck.
"And you're so perfect?" looking his way, I watched a slight smirk comes across his face, and then felt one on mine. But it disappears from my frustration with the corset. "Will you please get this off me?" I begged.
"Ah, love, you are completely innocent, aren't you?" He closed the few steps to where I stood and caught me by the flat of my chin with his hand. There was a curious tension between us. I felt the urge to defend myself, but it was hard to speak.
"I am not innocent." Was all I could get out. Our faces were only a few inches from each other. I could feel the warmth of his breath. It had a lingered rum smell, but in a good way. I suddenly felt a snap against my back; the relief from my corsets ties being cut with his dagger. I caught it before it fell to the floor. We were trapped in each other's gaze. His head slowly dipped down and pressed his lips to the crest of my neck. I felt the scuff of his beard tickle my skin. He then began to kiss even harder, wrapping his hands around my waist. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the feeling, but I wanted more. I dropped the corset and lifted his chin from my neck, bringing his face to mine, and our lips collided. My hands wrapped around his neck, and his searched my body. His tongue slid in to my mouth. I smiled with surprise. Next thing I know he's scooping me up in his arms, and heading to the bed. I fiercely untie the strings on his shirt. He drops me at the foot of the bed; I begin to slip my dress over my head, as he takes off his cloths. Once he sees I'm stark naked, lustily waiting for him, he speeds up, not taking his eyes off me. I scoot all the way back towards the pillows, he fiercely crawls after me. Our lips collide hard, almost attacking each other. My hands running threw his hair, his over my body. I suddenly feel his hand dragging down my stomach, towards my feminine parts. Our kiss breaks when he goes to kiss my neck. I wait, with suspense; then he grabs. I yell out an untamable moan. I feel him smile in the crest of my neck. His fingers playing in circles at my folds.
"Killian…" I moan. He looks up with that devilish grin of his, I've always found irresistible. Proud of your work? Two can play that game. I slide my hand down his body; finding is erection, then grabbing it hard. He broke the kiss and cursed beside my head. He was hard and hot in my hand. He began to shift forward, and I released my hold. My hand came to rest on his back. I suddenly felt his manhood at my entrance. Without any hesitation, he pushed in, and shattered my inside. I cried out in shock and pain, my arms tight around his neck, and he soothed me with a rain of kisses over my face. He paused for a moment waiting for me to relax. Once I accepted it, he thrust into me again, and again and again, throbbing with how tight I gripped him.
"I've wanted this for so long..." he moaned resting his forehead on mine, while slowly dragging his other one down my leg, bringing it to wrap around my waist. The only answer I was able to give was moans, and mumbles. As I lay there, digging my nails into his broad back, I remembered something I used to do in the past, to tighten. So I did; I squeezed as he was pulling out, and Killian gave out a deep moan. "Oh, you will be the death of me, lass." He said panting with a grin. I smiled back,
"Good." I said between my short breaths. He began to grind down harder than before. "Oh!" I screamed with shock. He was deep inside of me; so painful, but so good. "Please," I panted, "don't stop. Please…" He angled his hips in a different way and I screamed…loud. Whatever he was doing now was hitting me in the sweet spot, with every stroke. We both reached our peaks at the same time, and he began to slow down. One last moan, he pulled out. Killian collapsed on top of me. I'm not sure how long we lay there but at some point he managed to roll down and laid beside me. We both were quiet, trying to catch our breaths. My eyes growing weary, I look up to his handsome features.
"That's my girl." He said kissing my head, then lifted his arm, put it around my shoulders, and I snuggled into his neck. We then slowly drifted to sleep, together.