He lay on his side in bed watching her doze. It dawned on him suddenly that she was really in this house, naked in his bed where he had imagined her countless of times and they had just made glorious love. Her languorous stretch and sigh made him smile. She was so beautiful and so alluring she made a man ache with wanting to know every inch of her. He promised himself he would.
Her eyes fluttered open and met his blue ones. What a handsome devil he was, she thought. She reached up and stroked his cheek. He closed his eyes and turned his face into her palm.
"You said I could touch you all I want," Emma said in a sultry voice.
Killian groaned into her hand. "I did, didn't I?" Killian whispered. "It'll be the death of me, but I did promise."
She smiled and sat up to gently push him on his back on the bed. He gladly obliged her and lay back. She brought her legs under her while she ran her fingers over his chest enjoying the feel of his muscles covered with a mat of curling dark hair. As she moved her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, she could feel the muscles jump under her touch. Her hands drifted again over his torso. My! How she loved the feel of this man.
He thought he was going to be set on fire and burn up on the spot. His hands came up to capture her breasts as her hands smoothed his body. He began kneading, squeezing, and drawing fullness to her breasts so she could be as mindless with want as he was.
It was working. Warmth uncoiled in her belly that shot down to her moistened slit. Her hand drifted down to stroke his member already engorged with need.
"Bloody hell, Emma," he gasped as he thrust himself into her hand. "Throw your leg over me and ride me."
Emma obeyed him to the letter, moving her knees to either side of his waist. His hand slowly glided over her to insert a single finger inside her, further drenching her. As the one finger churned within her love hole, she felt others touching her mound, rubbing her bundle of nerves. The exquisite pleasure made her writhe and arch her back.
When he felt she was ready, he positioned her to slide down on him, his manhood slowly entering her delicious heat.
"You feel so perfect, sweetheart," Killian said with a moan.
He thrust up between her thighs and she gasped as the fiery brand intruded into the softness of her. Her hips instinctively moved of their own accord answering to the fullness deep inside her. Once she found her rhythm, it felt so wonderful to feel in control and set her own pace. She could rock gently back and forth or she could lift herself up to slam down hard if she wanted to or glide down with sensual slowness.
"This feels so good," Emma couldn't believe the feelings churning inside her.
He realized that she caught on too quickly, was working him to perfection and he wouldn't be able to wait for her to climax. Where was the finesse that he prided himself for? He sat up, locking an arm around her waist to keep her still while his other hand slid into the warm folds to find her little nub of pleasure.
She felt his fingers bring her to the very heights of passion and let her go to ride out her pleasure that came from deep within her. She rode him so fast that rolling spasms enveloped them both. A small cry broke from Emma's lips as the blissful aura burst around them, bathing them in waves of pleasure.
Her head dropped down to his chest in the aftermath of their passion, her chest heaving and slowly came back down from her high. She felt so incredibly spent and boneless.
He turned and pulled her under him, settling himself in between her legs, feasting on her breasts. She stroked his dark hair lazily as she gazed on him. She watched him through heavy lidded eyes, tonguing her nipples, then trying to fit as much of her tit flesh in his mouth. She continued to lay back and enjoy the sensations of his mouth and his body between her legs as she smoothed her hands across his shoulders and down his back, whatever skin she could reach. After a long time, he moved up to her lips and fed upon her sweet mouth.
"I should be asking you for forgiveness for my lack of control," Killian said with a sigh. "You make me lose my head."
Emma cocked her head to the side, "Are you saying that to fish for compliments?"
"Do I deserve any accolades?" he said with a smirk.
"Every single one," Emma whispered. "You were amazing."
He gave her his melting smile, which always turned her insides to mush.
"When I make love to you at a more leisurely pace, then you'll know the difference," Killian promised.
"Why don't you show me?" Emma said in a sultry voice.
And he did just that. His expert finesse and skill brought her right to the edge of orgasm many times but not quite over the peak until she was in a state of mindless need. When he was finally ready to bring her to heights of dizzying pleasure, her climax was immediate and earth-shattering, her cry of fulfillment sent Killian careening over the edge as well.
In a cocoon of contentment, Emma held his sweat-moistened body and she was in no hurry to have him move off her. His head rested on her shoulder, his breath fanning her neck, waiting for it to return to normal. Soon they fell asleep in the aftermath of their bliss.
When Emma awoke, she saw Killian bringing her a tray of breakfast wearing only his black leather pants.
"Sustenance, my princess," Killian was so proud to bring her a nice breakfast in bed. "From the energy, we expended last night, we'll need it."
Emma wiped the sleep from her eyes and picked up the pastry from the tray to nibble on it. She thought he was so sweet to bring her something to eat. They finished up breakfast together. Killian already had a bath.
Emma took a short but luxurious soak in the tub where Killian helped wash her back and other places he felt needed extra attention. Emma giggled at his antics. Their little kisses and sweet nothings they shared created a loving, intimate atmosphere between them.
As soon as they were dressed, they left the house. Emma wore a blouse and pants with her tall leather boots. Killian said an incantation and the house folded itself back into a small white box again.
"Memorize the incantation, Emma, because you are the only person that can open the house other than me," Killian said. "It can offer you protection if you need it. The house will not allow anyone in it if you need to hide from anything."
They walked hand in hand to town where Killian gave her more money to buy more things to take for the trip to Wycombe. Killian waited for her outside the apothecary where Emma bought more feminine products and asked the apothecary for herbs to help prevent pregnancy. Emma didn't want to bring a baby into the world while Regina was still on the loose as much as she would have wanted to have Killian's baby. When she came out, Killian smiled at her as he leaned against the building. He carried all her packages for her to the Jolly Roger.
The cast off for Wycombe, both of them eager to search for the phoenix feather. Days passed and Killian wanted her with him on deck, by his side, or just nearby where he can keep an eye on her. Emma wasn't sure what the future held for them but she was determined to savor him as much as possible. She savored him right now, leaning back on the rail against the quarterdeck. He was on the quarterdeck pouring over charts discussing the best course to take with Mr. Smee. Every once in a while he would ask Emma to relay messages to his bos'n.
Emma was glad that he was preoccupied so she had time to calm down from the glance he gave her earlier which was so heated and so full of promise of the things he would do to her when he got her back to his cabin. Morning, noon and night, their lovemaking followed no schedule. When he wanted her, he let her know in no uncertain terms and she gladly obliged him.
She grinned at what a shameless strumpet she had become and she enjoyed every minute of it. She watched him pour over maps, noticing he discarded his coat when it became warm. The slight breeze played with his pirate shirt which made him look so wickedly handsome in combination with his one earring, tight black leather breeches and boots. She was contemplating dragging him off to his cabin like he had done so many times with her when suddenly a warning came down from the crow's nest.
There was a navy sea vessel nearby and it was headed their way. It was too far to tell without a spyglass what kingdom they came from. Maybe it was her family's kingdom out looking for her, she pondered. Either way, she didn't want to be forced to leave Killian and she also didn't want to witness any battle at sea.
Emma stood very still gripping the rail, hoping the navy vessel would just let them be.
"Obliging aren't they, to give us a little diversion?" Emma heard Killian say to Mr. Smee. "Should we toy with them first or come about and wait?"
Did she hear him right? Emma turning around looking shocked at their calm demeanors. They both had their spyglasses trained on the navy vessel.
Killian happened to lower his spyglass when he caught Emma's upset look. He schooled his features when he caught her looking at him. Emma could have sworn that in the second before that his smirk showed he was delighted and eager that a navy vessel was bearing down on them. She realized that the challenge had ignited a desire to pit his seamanship skills against an adversary regardless if that adversary may just want to kill him.
"Actually, Mr. Smee," he spoke without taking his eyes off Emma. "I think we should save it for some other time and just sail away."
"Sail away? Without firin' a single shot?" Mr. Smee sounded incredulous.
Killian just shrugged and said, "I'm not in the mood to play…with them."
Mr. Smee followed his gaze and snorted, "You could think about the rest of us, Cap'n. We don't have the same diversions that you have."
Killian let out a deep laugh and grabbed Emma's hand leading them towards the Captain's quarters.
"Just lose them and try to do without me, Mr. Smee."
Before Emma knew it, Killian had pulled her into his cabin, covered her mouth with his and pressed her against the wall. His hands were all over her, cupping the curve of her ass, searching for her breast inside her shirt. She lost the ability to think and breathe.
"But Killian," Emma tried to speak in between kisses but was overwhelmed by his attention. "You would've challenged a navy vessel."
"What can I say, love?" Killian mumbled through kisses. "I found another outlet to expend my energy."
"What if they catch up?"
"The Jolly is the fastest ship in all the realms. They'll never catch us."
"But…my shirt," Emma watched her shirt fall to the floor and then her corset. Killian went after her with the same enthusiasm he would have fought that navy vessel.
Words escaped her when his mouth closed over one breast while he stripped off the rest of her clothes and then bent down to take off her boots. He immediately placed his mouth back on her other breast. He had a wonderful mouth. Now that she was completely nude, his hand reached down to free his cock. Then his fingers enjoyed the feel of her still bare pussy which caused her to gasp with pleasure.
"Oh, you're so wet for me love," Killian murmured against her cheek. "Always so wet for me."
He caught his breath as he entered her, swiftly, deeply, his hands cupping her derriere, bringing her up to take all of him.
Emma now couldn't care less about the navy vessel. She just wrapped her legs around him as he pounded into her until their passions culminated to dizzying heights. Emma couldn't believe that the man didn't miss a stroke as he held her tightly.
"Emma, the things you do to me, my love," Killian whispered into her ear while he snapped his hips into hers.
His words made Emma cry out her release as it washed over her in a wave, her entire body trembling with the force of it.
But Killian was far from finished. He walked towards the bed with her still impaled on his cock. The intimate contact, the friction, released another heat wave in her loins that she couldn't respond with anything other than involuntary grunts and moans.
They fell together on the bed rather clumsily, Killian's finesse deserting him again beneath a need that far surpassed hers. There was a stab of alarm when he hooked his arms under her knees, something he'd never done before, raising them so high, she felt defenseless. The position embedded him deep inside her and the second starburst of fire exploded inside her. All she knew of that moment was floating weightless with sweet languor and Killian thrusting in and out of her slick love hole. From Killian's frantic pace, she knew he was close.
Killian's eyes began to roll back in his head. A few more thrusts and, finally, Killian shouted as he began to shoot his release. He collapsed and lay flat on Emma.
Emma felt his hot breath on her ear and neck. His open mouth tasted the sweet skin of her shoulder and neck and Emma felt his saliva on her neck as he sucked on her.
They lay exhausted, their nude bodies entangled, Killian's manhood deflating within her tight slit. He was reluctant to move but he pulled out from her as he turned on his back.
Emma was breathing hard, her chest heaving, but she had calmed down enough to say, "That was…"
Killian knew what she meant and said, "I know."
Emma smiled knowing he had every right to be proud about his sexual prowess.
Later on that evening, Killian was navigating at the helm and Emma was sitting on a barrel listening to him telling stories about Wycombe.
"Wycombe is a rather pleasant, charming village. It is the home of Sir Dashwood, an aristocrat, who is consumed with getting power and money and has an obsession with finding ways to live forever. He most likely would have or know where to find a phoenix feather because of the legend of the phoenix."
"The mythical firebird that lives for 500 years in the desert and burns up and is reborn from its own ashes?" Emma asked.
"That's the one. Sir Dashwood is preoccupied with mythical creatures that can live forever. He hopes to somehow harness that power. In the daytime, he is a respectful gentleman but in the nighttime, he arranges rather interesting parties filled with debaucheries."
"Debaucheries?"
"Aye, love. Not something for a young princess to attend."
Emma snorted at that. Considering their sensual activities of the past few days, she was not exactly an innocent.
"It's nothing I can't handle," Emma said.
"I don't doubt it."