Lost In Each Other

The kiss went on, and on, and on. Her whole body began to tingle, a dull throbbing started deep in her stomach, and she couldn't keep her hips from rocking into him. She was gasping for breath when he released her lips, and she buried her face in his neck, her eyes still closed, trying to get her bearings back. But she was totally lost in the sensations he elicited in her.

They should probably talk and not have sex. But just right now she needed him as desperately as he needed her. Right now their bodies did all the talking, and Emma didn't want it to stop.

She tightened her arms and legs around him, and Killian started to move, but she didn't open her eyes, not even when her back connected with the edge of the pool. She felt him lean back, and a moment later his mouth closed around her nipple, her fingers digging into the nape of his neck to keep him close as he started to suckle at the swollen peak until she wanted to scream at him to end her torment already.

But she knew he would draw it out; he'd always been very good at torturing her. He'd work her into such a frenzy that her nails would leave marks on his body, before he would give her what she wanted – his cock thrusting deep inside her body.

A gasp slipped over her lips when his hands closed around her hips and he lifted her out of the water, sitting her down on the edge, and her eyes fluttered open to see what he was about to do now.

Goosebumps erupted over her skin, and not due to the temperature – it must be already over seventy-five degrees – but due to the sizzling heat in his eyes. He parted her legs and stepped between the open V, his wet hands smoothing up her thighs until he reached her core, his fingers parting her folds as he leaned forward and let his tongue flicker over her clit.

Emma felt the rough texture of the stone tiles bite into her skin, but she could only concentrate on his wicked mouth pushing her steadily towards her climax. Her fingers fisted into his hair, her hips rocking against his lips, and she let out a whimper when his tongue pushed into her, fucking her gently until she wished it was his cock filling her, and not only his tongue. But she was so close, and he apparently sensed it, switching out his tongue with two of his fingers, pumping them in and out of her steadily, while his tongue twirled around her clit.

She fell apart the moment he sucked hard at her clit while curling his fingers inside of her, and she clamped her legs around his head as she rode out her climax, his fingers kept moving slowly inside of her, bringing her down gently before he removed his hands.

Water splashed as Killian pulled himself out of the pool, water running down his body as he helped her up to stand on her still slightly shaky legs. A towel was wrapped around her, and his hands rubbed over her as he dried her off. When he reached for a towel to dry himself, she was just standing there with her hands curled around her towel, taking in his lean body - the mat of chest hair that sizzled out down his stomach, the rippling of his abs and pecs as he moved, his semi-erect cock that was hardening further as she looked at it.

"Let's go inside," he said softly, stretching one hand out to her when her eyes met his.

Emma let the towel drop to the ground, and took his hand, following him inside. He pushed her down to sit on the couch, moving with purpose to the movable mirror standing in the corner. A new wave of heat swept through her as he rolled the mirror into the room, her nipples hardened to the point of pain as he positioned it in front of the couch, so that she could clearly see herself in it.

"Damn you, Killian," she hissed, getting only a sly smirk as response.

This was going to be intense; he wanted her to watch them. They'd done it before, all those years ago, and a shudder ran through her as she remembered how turned on it had made her to watch his cock slip in and out of her body.

He was sitting down beside her, already rolling a condom over his length, and before she could say anything he pulled her into his lap and shifted around. Opening his legs wide to accommodate her, he tilted her upper body just a little bit and pulled one of her arms over his shoulders so that he could also look into the mirror. Another shift and his hand slipped under her ass, positioning himself at her entrance, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror as he slid slowly inside of her.

"Look at us, Swan," he rasped into her ear, his hands closing around her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipples as she rocked back and forth on him slowly. "Look how beautiful you are."

She moaned when his hands moved to her thighs and he pulled her legs over his, spreading her wide open for him. The position didn't give them much leeway; she could hardly move. But he apparently didn't want her to move, his hand gliding up her thighs, his fingers parting her folds to reach her clit, and her breath hitched as he started to rub it gently, while his other hand kept her still atop of him, hindering her to move at all. She felt him thick and hard inside her, feeling her next orgasm build up already as his nimble fingers worked her sensitive nub, but not exerting enough pressure to release the tension.

He was driving her mad, and from the lopsided smirk he was wearing he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

"Just like that, love," he croaked, rubbing a little harder and faster. "Come around me."

She felt her muscles start to ache from the slightly uncomfortable position, with her legs spread wide and her torso twisted, but when he leaned down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth while increasing the pressure and speed of his finger over her clit, stars exploded in front of her eyes and her walls fluttered around him as another climax hit her.

Emma was panting as she came down from her high, her heart racing in her chest, but she still needed more; she needed him to actually move inside of her. She let out a moan of protest as he lifted her off of him, but he silenced her with a hard kiss and a whispered 'Be patient, Swan', before leading her towards the bookshelf at the other side of the room, taking the mirror with them.

God, he was killing her.

Emma knew what was coming, or hoped he would do what she wanted him to do. Take her from behind. Hard and fast.

"Step back a little, and lean forward, love," he murmured, waiting for her to get into position before he reached for the mirror to adjust it to his liking.

Her breath was quickening as she tilted her head, and looked at her reflection. She couldn't see her face, only the lower part of her body, and her mouth went dry when he stepped behind her; his rigid cock jutting out, his fingers pulling a new condom over it while she was watching him, and her eyes met his as his hands wandered up her back, and his fingers threaded through her hair.

"I want you to watch when I bury myself deep inside you."

Killian's hands skimmed around to her breasts, his fingers twirling her nipples for a moment before his hands trailed lower, reaching her waist. His feet kicked her legs further apart, and then he pressed the tip of his cock to her already quivering entrance.

"Hold on."

She gasped loudly when he seated himself in her with one swift move; her eyes were glued to the mirror, watching him pull out of her, and then back in. He took her slow and steady at first, letting her feel every inch of his long cock, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, her body tensing again with the first signs of another orgasm.

"God, Swan. I love taking you like this."

He was picking up his pace, his thrusts becoming even deeper, hitting the spot deep inside of her.

"Killian, please," she whimpered, pushing her hips back, not sure herself what she was begging for.

"Harder?" he asked, and Emma just nodded.

She tilted her head back, facing the books, and closed her eyes as his fingers curled around her waist to keep her steady as he started to hammer into her. She was getting closer, felt his thrusts becoming more erratic, and then he suddenly hauled her up against his chest, one hand closing over her breast, the other finding her clit. He thrust up inside of her once more, his fingers tweaking her clit at the same time, and she careened over the edge with him, her walls milking his cock dry, as wave after wave washed over her.

Her whole body felt limp and exhausted, her eyelids growing heavy when he pulled her towards the shower afterwards to clean them both up. She relaxed even more when his hands wandered over her body as he lathered her from head to toe, her foggy mind wondering if he would take her again, here in the shower, though she wasn't sure she could take another orgasm. But he didn't make a move; even though she could feel his cock coming back to life against her stomach.

"Let's go to bed, love," he breathed into her ear after drying her with a towel again, and she stumbled towards the bed, crashing down on it without ceremony.

She heard him chuckle softly, and then the mattress dipped as he joined her. He pulled her into his arms, and she snuggled against his chest, a cool sheet slipping over her body as he pulled it over them, and before sleep claimed her she wondered how it was possible that being in his arms felt as if she was finally home.