Chapter 20

Henry had rushed out of the house about an hour ago, all exited. David was taking him fishing and Henry had practically glowed with anticipation. As Emma looked at her husband now he wore the almost exact same expression on his face, and she wondered if he'd had a hand in David inviting Henry to this fishing excursion.

"Ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

The basket for their picnic was sitting on the table, waiting for them. Henry would have loved to come with them, but Killian hadn't told her of his plans until Henry was out of the house. So her suspicions that his silence had been deliberate were actually not completely unjustified.

She suspected them to ride to wherever he wanted to go; she hadn't taken his protectiveness into account though. She might have overcome her morning sickness, but her husband had made it his mission to see that she didn't overtax herself in the slightest. So of course they were taking the carriage and not going on horseback to their destination.

Emma was watching Killian out of the corner of her eyes when he swung her up into the carriage before he stepped up onto the coachman's seat. She was still looking for any sign of uncomfortableness, any sign that his wound might still affect him. The wound had healed nicely and he'd stopped favoring his injured side over a week ago, but she was as protective as her husband and she'd watched him like a hawk to keep him from pushing himself too far too fast.

But the sun was out and everything around them was blooming and as they rattled down the alley she leaned back into the cushions and closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her skin while she listened to the sounds surrounding her.

She'd almost fallen asleep, only the halt of the carriage pulling her back from the brink, and she opened her eyes sleepily, her heart skipping a beat as her eyes fell on her husband. He was presenting her with one dashing picture. The sun was playing in his dark hair and his eyes were sparkling as he stretched out his arms to help her out of the carriage.

After he'd put her on her feet he hauled the basket and two blankets out of the carriage and prepared their picnic while Emma was enjoying the view over the lake. A breeze was ruffling the hem of her dress, tugging at her hair and she took in a deep breath. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this free, this free of doubt and worries.

The fact that Milah and Neal were miles and miles away made her heart feel lighter, especially since she knew that Killian had taken every possible precaution to keep both of them out of their lives forever.

"Want to join me, Your Grace?"

Killian's question yanked her out of her thoughts and she smiled up at him as she closed his fingers around his hand and let him lead her to the blankets spread out in the shadows of a large tree. He fed her all the delicacies Mary Margaret had packed for them, and she was smiling so much that her face started to hurt. After they'd finished with the food Killian leaned back against a tree and pulled her up to his chest, taking out the book they were currently reading. Her birthday present for him had finally arrived from London and Emma let herself get swept away by the ridiculous adventures of Don Quixote, Killian's lilting voice making her sleepy all over again.

But Killian stopped reading after two chapters, the book forgotten in his hand as he skimmed his free hand over her hair and her back, his barely there touches eliciting small fires under her skin, chasing all the sleepiness away as her body awakened with desire.

"Are you feeling adventurous?"

His voice broke the silence and she leaned back to look up at him, not knowing what he was thinking about, but the moment she saw the glint in his eyes and the smirk on his face she could guess in which direction his thoughts had gone but she still asked, "What do you have in mind?"

"Another position out of the book?" he replied, the smirk on his face growing even bigger as he added, "Right here?"

"Here?" she squeaked, looking around frantically. They were in public, and even if their location was very remote there still was the chance that someone showed up. Though a sizzle of excitement rushed through her, the threat of being discovered strangely aroused her, more than it frightened her and she turned back to Killian. "Which one?"

"Do you remember the one with the dairy maid and the stable boy?"

She couldn't help the blush from rising up in her cheeks. She knew exactly which picture he was referring to. The stable boy taking the dairy maid from behind, both still fully clothed. Only the stable boy's cock had been freed and the dairy maid's dress had been thrown up over her back, her hands pressed onto a hay bale for support while the stable boy's hands were clasped around the dairy maid's dress, his cock buried half way inside of the dairy maid.

She'd wondered since the first time she'd seen the picture how it might feel like to be taken like this from behind, if she'd ever have the courage to try it. But one look at Killian made the decision easy. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark with desire and as she let her gaze drop down she could see the obvious bulge straining against the fabric of his breeches.

"Yes," she breathed, feeling her nipples tighten and her core grow wet with need. "I remember."

"Do you want to try it?" His voice wasn't more than a hoarse rasp, his desire apparent in the way he leaned towards her, the way his eyes took on a stormy gray as he waited for her answer.

And all her doubts vanished in the blink of an eye. "Yes."

He pushed himself up instantly and her heart was leaping into her throat as Killian threw his coat onto the blankets in an obvious attempt to make it more comfortable for her. Leaning back on his haunches, he shot her a devilish smirk she felt straight down to her core and before she could lose her courage she turned around and got up on her hands and knees, making sure that her dress wasn't caught under her legs. She felt his fingers against her ankles moments later as he grabbed her dress, lifting it slowly up and she shivered as the cool breeze brushed over her exposed intimate parts.

"You're so beautiful."

Her breasts started to tingle as Killian leaned against her, one of his hands brushed along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh while the other skimmed over the fabric covering her breast, and then his fingers parted her folds, gliding through her arousal and she gasped as Killian tugged at her dress until her breasts spilled free.

She whimpered when he slipped two fingers into her and she shifted backwards, rocking into his fingers. She wanted more. She needed more.

"Killian, please."

"I'm right here."

His fingers vanished only to be replaced by the thick head of his erection a moment later. One hand closed around her breast as he balanced himself on his other hand, and then he finally pushed into her, playing with her nipple while slowly thrusting into her. Her lips parted on a gasp as he shifted and pushed himself upright, leaving her breasts aching with need. But the new position gave him the opportunity to push even deeper into her.

"God, Emma. This angle ..." His voice trailed off as he slid in and out of her, letting her feel every single inch with ever slide. "You feel amazing, love."

She couldn't say anything, all the words, all coherent thoughts were lost in bliss as Killian's normally ironclad control slipped and his thrusts became harder and faster.

"Emma, I need you ..." he rasped, his hands tightening around her waist as the pace of his thrusts quickened. "I need you to come. Now."

She was so close, tethering on the edge, but she just couldn't fall over. She wanted to. Wanted to fall over the edge with him. The desire was so overwhelming that she lost all inhibitions. She dropped down on her elbows, reached with one hand down and shoved her dress away to get to her sensitive nub.

A moan slipped over her lips as her fingers made contact and as if he'd waited for her move Killian's thrusts started to become erratic, his grunts and moans echoed over the lake. For a split second the fear of getting caught flickered up in her mind but it was drowned out by a wave of indescribable pleasure as Killian buried himself deep in her, his cock jerking inside of her as he spilled his release and her hand fell down as her climax crashed down on her.

She came, and came, and came. The debauchery of their love making keeping her orgasm going on, and on, and on. Every jerk of his cock elicited an answering ripple inside of her and the grunts reaching her ears just made it even worse.

When the waves finally subsided her knees were burning and she was sore all over, but nonetheless she was wearing a huge smile on her face as Killian slipped out of her and crashed down beside her.

"Just one moment, love," he mumbled, his chest heaving with ragged breaths and her gaze wandered down to his now flaccid cock which was glistening with her arousal and his semen. "I've a handkerchief somewhere."

She should probably feel ashamed, but instead she felt completely content right in that moment. Her knees gave out under her a moment later and she slid to the ground, not caring that her thighs were slick with his seed or that her dress was all tangled up between her legs.

Her husband had just taken her in the most debauched way, and she couldn't be happier.

-/-

Fortunately they were back at the estate before Henry, sneaking into the house without anyone noticing. They'd just made themselves comfortable in the drawing room after cleaning up, enjoying a cup of tea when Henry rushed into the room, soaking wet. Apparently neither David nor Mary Margaret had been able to stop him long enough to get him out of his wet clothes because he couldn't wait to tell them both all about his adventures. He only went to his room to change when Killian and Emma agreed on going with him and he didn't stop talking the whole way up, tumbling over the words in a rush to tell them everything. In the end they had dinner upstairs, listening to Henry's stories until he almost fell asleep at the table and Killian carried him to the bed with Henry's arms tightly wrapped around his neck, the sight of Killian tucking him in bringing tears to her eyes.

She was still feeling extremely emotional when she slipped under the sheets half an hour later, but when Killian stepped into the room the urge to cry with joy was suddenly replaced by an urgent need. She didn't know how it was possible that she wanted him to make love to her again. Only a few hours ago he'd been buried inside of her, taking her to new heights of pleasure. But even though her body should be exhausted from the exertions of the day it was clearly already getting ready to take him in again.

Her nipples tightened and her core clenched as she watched him take off his clothes and when he walked towards the bed with only his drawers remaining a needy 'Killian' slipped over her lips. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes snapping to hers and without saying anything he reached for the strings of his drawers and pulled them open, letting the fabric slip to the ground before joining her under the sheets.

"You sure?" he whispered as he drew her close and brushed his lips over hers.

"Yes."

She slipped one leg over his hips and straddled him, not even bothering with taking off her shift. It wasn't necessary to take it off. She could just lift it up and position his already hard length between her legs. A shift of her hips and he was pushing inside of her, his eyes hooded with love and need and so much more as she rose and fell atop of him.

You couldn't compare this love making to the frantic one they'd shared at the lake. This one was slow and tender. But this one was as fulfilling. This climax came over her like a slow rolling wave instead of crashing down on her, his thumb a tentative pressure against her clit as her walls contracted around him. It was a slow shudder through her body which gave her the pleasure to watch Killian's face while he came. His mouth opened on a silent moan, his back arched off the mattress, his cock jerked inside of her and she could feel the hot jets of his climax spilling into her.

He pulled her down to him while his body was still shuddering beneath her, his kiss a gentle caress. He murmured her name over and over again as he helped her off his body and she followed him with her eyes as he went to the wash basin to get a damp washcloth to clean her. Her eyes drooped shut when he went back to the basin to clean himself, and she listened to the soothing sounds of the water splashing.

She didn't open her eyes when the mattress dipped as he joined her, she just scooted backwards, welcoming his warmth as his body molded against hers. His hand settled on her stomach and she reached down to intertwine their fingers on the slight bump.

"I love you so much," Killian breathed, his lips brushing over her ear. "Both of you."

Sudden tears pricked the back of her eyes; she was so happy with Killian, something she'd never imagined could be possible. She was feeling his love in every touch, hearing it in every word he spoke, but there were still those moments when she believed it all to be only a dream.

His fingers skimmed over her skin, rubbing back and forth over her bump and she let one tear trail down her cheek as she whispered, "We love you, too."

She felt confident to speak for them both. For herself and their unborn child. Because she knew with utmost certainty that their child would love Killian as much as she did. He'd been her savior in more ways than she could have ever hoped for. He saved her from a life in misery and gave her the best gift she could ever receive.

His unconditional love.

And he gave her even more.

His patience and love had given her the strength to trust again. To love. She'd appeared on his doorstep because he'd been her last resort, but he ended up to be so much more.

He was her husband. Her safe haven. He'd put her back together when she'd lost all hope of ever feeling whole again. He'd filled a hole in her heart she didn't even know was there.

Before she met him she thought she'd never be able to fall in love. But he proved her wrong.

Killian Jones, the Duke of Hillsborough, was the love of her life. Maybe her showing up on his doorstep had been fate. Maybe their meeting had been destined.

But no matter if it had been fate or sheer luck. She'd be grateful for him every single day of her life.