Working on some more risk-ay scenes here… Chapter is rated M.
Emily woke the next morning too hot and a little disorientated. She glanced around the room and remembered she was in her hotel room and that Hotch had spent the night with her. They had ravaged each other throughout the evening, napping and talking in between. She squeezed are thighs together and felt the sweet burn. She had been completely and thoroughly loved by the man.
She huffed and tried to whip the covers off her body when she realised the heat wasn't from the duvet but from the 6ft 1 male wrapped around her like ivy. She laid flat on her back with Hotch nestled further down her body using her tummy as a pillow and heavy arm draped over thighs.
She managed to scoot from underneath him cautiously as not to jolt him whilst he slept. He looked so peaceful and downright cute! She moved the heavy arm and placed it back onto the soft mattress. Emily eyed his dress shirt on the floor and picked it up to put on as she staggered to the bathroom. The soft cotton brushed against her skin deliciously. She buttoned up two buttons in the middle of the fabric and pulled the collar to her face. Something citrusy and something simply him filled her nose as she smiled against the collar. Emily looked over to the bed and Hotch was still fast asleep. Memories of the night before flooded her mind, and she closed the bathroom door.
She quickly sort to her needs and looked at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands. The bruising from her recent attack had almost completely faded though when she tugged at the collar of his shirt she was meet with fresh red love bites from the night before. Usually, Emily was against the idea of being marked though there was something erotic about being marked by Hotch. It was primal and possessive. There was something just about him that she now knew she wouldn't get enough of. Images of the night before flashed in her mind; the way his head fell back against the pillows when she rode him, his husky little groans, the vision of him beneath her biting his lip. He was unbelievably sexy! She blushed at herself and proceeded to brush her teeth and gargle mouthwash before she opened the bathroom door where noticed the rumpled sheets on the bed but no Hotch.
The moment Emily started to panic was the moment the front door to her room creaked open and Hotch walked through in just a pair of light blue boxers holding his case and a newspaper.
He closed the door quietly and glanced up where he hit Emily with a heart stopped grin as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. Hotch set his bag down by the small couch in Emily's room and threw the newspaper onto the coffee table.
"Hey you" he croaked.
"Hi yourself…nice choice of attire" she smiled back eying him up and down.
"Thank you, I'm not an exhibitionist so boxers were fine whilst I collected my things. I like your attire too" he nodded and padded over to her. He hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her enough for Emily to get the hint. She giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
"I think this shirt never looked this good on me… good morning" he rubbed his nose against hers and smiled before planting a scorching kiss on her lips.
His tongue immediately snuck into her mouth, and she groaned at the fresh minty taste. 'He must have brushed his teeth in his room'.
He walked the half a dozen steps back to the couch and laid her down whilst he knelt over her as they continued to make out like teenagers. Emily's hands clenched at the hair at the nape of his neck, and she whimpered into his mouth when his hands slowly glided up the outside of her thighs. He pulled away from her lips to sit up on the knee that was wedged in between her legs.
"Ohh, no underwear?" he asked with a devilish smile and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt that Emily had done up that morning when she got out of bed.
He spread the shirt open and looked at her body. She laid completely naked apart from her arms that were still covered by his shirt, stretched out beneath him. He hadn't had a chance to really admire her the evening before, but he had felt how incredible she was. Lithe with curves in all the right places. Full breasts that rest perfectly in his large palms as if she was made for him. Her flat, taunt stomach and stunningly long legs, and then the place in between them that had very quickly become his favourite.
"You are stunning!" he groaned as he kept his eyes on her. Hotch leaned forward again still nestled between her legs, resting on one knee and skimmed his hands up her sides before they rest on her breast. He kissed his way up her stomach starting at her right hip and kissed along what would be her panty line to the other hip. He could feel her shallow breaths and the muscles in her stomach jump at the contact.
He kissed his way up her stomach until he reached the valley of her breasts before taking the right one into his mouth, nipping and sucking at the firm flesh all the while he massaged its twin. Emily's back arched as Aaron moved from one breast to the other making sure he paid equal attention to them both. Her hands held his head to her chest as she whimpered at feel of his lips on her skin.
"Mmmm Aaron" she moaned.
All the while his mouth moved from her chest back to her neck, his hands continued stroking the outside of her thighs and moved to under her ass to pull her hips into his. She felt his erection against her and tried to wriggle her hips against him to cause any kind of friction in order to alleviate the ache inside of her. There would be no doubt he could feel how wet she was through his boxers.
Hotch put a stop to her squirming and held her hips down. He raised his head to face her and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
"There's no rush here, Em… Let me love you." he whispered against her mouth. He moved back down and pressed wet kisses down her neck and through the valley of her breasts, down along her stomach until her reached her hips again. Hotch sat up and hooked his hands under her knees and pulled her down the couch. He moved his hands to the inside of her creamy, soft thighs and spread them open.
Upon pressing kisses on the inside of her knee, he slowly brought his mouth up her thigh and Emily started to tremble in arousal and anticipation knowing full well what his intentions were.
"A-aron… You don't have to" she said in a strained voice.
"Shhhh, I want to… relax, baby." he whispered back as he trailed kisses further up her inner thigh until he was facing her core. All pink and swollen and glistening. Beautiful.
He ignored the throbbing in his boxers and gave her a long lick from bottom to top, pausing to relish the taste on his tongue and the sound of the choked gasp that echoed in their room. He touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, circling it again and again. Hearing her moan deep in her throat drove him on as he put his entire mouth on her, sucking hard. Her legs jerked against his head and her hands clenched in his hair.
"Oh shit! Aaron!" Emily screamed and tightened her hands against the soft dark strands.
Hotch groaned at the glorious taste and smell of this that was uniquely Emily, along with the slight tugs in his hair. Emily's vision went hazy as Hotch devoured her with the hunger of a man stranded in the desert.
He hummed in approval against her before speaking lowly.
"You taste like peaches." he ran his tongue up her dripping lips lapping up her juices.
"Don't stop… Please… A-aron, I'm… I'm" She moaned breathlessly and writhed on the couch.
"Come, baby" Aaron said against her. The vibrations from his deep voice caused her to teeter on the edge, it wouldn't be long now.
He rammed his tongue into her tight channel, as far as he could and rubbed his thumb over her clit simultaneously. Emily bucked into his face and then went rigid as she let out a throaty cry and a mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her. He could feel her insides clench around his tongue, the suck of her core drawing him further whilst she came down from her high. He was in heaven as much as she was!
Before Emily could gather herself, Hotch had already rasied himself up, shed his boxers and rolled a condom onto his impressive length and was inside of her. Big. Hard. Strong.
"You feel so good, so perfect, Em. Ohhhh" He keened, feeling his length swell even further at the clench of her around him. They fit together as if they had been made for each other. She was tight and wet and simply perfect. Hotch gritted his teeth at the feeling of her flutters, trying to regain the control that was slipping away from him.
His cock pumped into her forcefully enough to send the couch inching back with every thrust of his hips.
Emily whimpered and arched her back as she came apart again. Her insides quivered around him as she shattered.
Hotch grabbed her ankles and placed her legs on his shoulders, nearly bending Emily in half. Emily screamed at the new position as the head of his dick knocked against her g-spot over and over.
"Please Aaron" she begged in a long, low husky whisper that Hotch thought was the sexist sound he'd ever heard.
"Please what, baby" he asked huskily. She whimpered in response.
"Say. It" he demanded with a sharp thrust punctuated with each word.
"O-Oh.. Ohhhh... Please, fuck me" she bit her lip. Although he had made her come multiple times already, she didn't care. She needed more; she would always need more of him.
Hotch chuckled though not losing concentration and continued his hard pace. "I am." he replied and slammed into her almost abruptly. Her nerve endings were on fire, and she could taste a metal flavour as she bit her own lip too hard.
"Aaron… Aaron… I can't" Tears filled her eyes, the torture becoming too much for her and the coiling tight in her belly almost unbearable.
"You can... Come again, baby. Come for me again" He murmured in encouragement as his breaths came out in shallow pants.
Emily cried out his name as she came, and her third intense climax hit her like a freight train. The clench of her core against him caused a strong orgasm to race through his body. He came in rush groaning her name loudly. He dropped her legs and collapsed on top her breathing heavily. He stayed inside of her feeling every sensation; he wanted to stay here forever.
He raised up on shaky arms and planted a kiss on his lips and her forehead before pulling out of her. Both whining at the loss of contact. Hotch managed to stand and stumbled to the bathroom where after a minute, he came back with a damp towel and he cleaned the top of her thighs and core.
Her legs were still parted, and he removed the towel and placed a kiss on one thigh, then the other and then her on her centre.
Emily's body jerked at the contact and her breathing evened out. Hotch lifted her easily into his arms and he carried her over to the bed. He sat on the edge and laid back with Emily still in his arms.
'Mmmm that was one helluva good morning" she spoke against the crook of his neck.
"It was… You're incredible, Em" he replied and kissed the top of her head.
"We need to talk about what happens now" she broached.
"What do you mean? We'll have a shower and have some breakfast and then head home, no?" he asked confused.
"No, Aaron…" Emily sat up on his lap. "I mean what is going to happen when we go home, with us... With this" She motioned between them.
"Oh… Well… I don't know. What do you want to do?". Hotch asked genuinely.
"I don't know either. I guess we just go back to normal; how we were before this weekend" she trailed off disappointedly.
"No way in hell is that happening, Em. I can't go back to nothing". He sat up, keeping an arm wrapped securely around her waist. "I can't just act like nothing."
"I can't either. What are we doing, Aaron? This is crazy." she replied, rattled about their arrival home.
"I don't know, darling, but I know that I do want you. We'll have to be careful of course, I'll be around as normal. I don't like the idea of sneaking around like a couple of kids, but I can't keep away from you. It was already proving hard enough but now, knowing what you taste like, the sounds you make, the feel of your skin". He groaned the last word and closed his eyes. He couldn't tell her that he was in love with her, it would completely freak her out as it has freaked him out.
"You said last night that we can't put this away and I don't want to. I just want you, for as long as you'll have me" he said again.
"This means something more, doesn't it?" she asked as she brushed a finger along the line in his cheek where his dimple was.
"Yes and I'm more than ok with that… Are you?" He pulled her finger from his cheek and brought it to his lips where he pressed a kiss to the tip.
"I am but Aaron, one of us or both of us are going to get hurt here and I'm not ok with hurting you" she glanced up at him through teary eyes. The shear idea of him hurting made her shiver.
"I don't want to hurt you either, Em. So, we'll just take things as they come… if neither of us can stop this, then what choice is there?" he asked sincerely. He wiped her eyes, erasing the tears they threatened to fall.
"Let's wash up and get some food, I'm starving because of you" she leaned up and kissed him before moving from his lap and heading to the bathroom where she stood unashamedly naked at the door.
"Are you going to sit there and stare at me or are going to join me?" she teased. Her giggles turned into full blown laughter as Hotch moved quick as lightening off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom behind her and caught her around her waist, laughing with her.
We'll be heading to the present in the next chapter. Eventually going into season three and so on. I'm not really sure where this fic will end up so I'm going with the flow. Thanks to all who have reviewed! I've also gone over earlier chapters and corrected some things - sorry about that! New chapter will be up soon, I'm trying to cut it down/edit! See yous :)