Part Six

Fuck, can this man kiss!

Emma groaned against Killian's tongue as it continued to plunder her mouth. His kiss, and the way he crushed her to his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around her, was making it difficult for her to breathe, but who needed breath? Highly overrated, if you asked her. Especially when what she really wanted was to feel more of him.

Pulling her fingers from where they'd buried themselves in his hair, her nails scratched down his back, earning her a delicious sound that vibrated against her chest before finding the hem of his shirt. After a few quick tugs, she managed to get it as far as his shoulders before he finally pulled away from her enough to allow its full removal. Once he was free of the garment, he wasted no time acting in kind, practically ripping her tank top off her, then burying his face between her breasts, lavishing them with his mouth. Emma arched her back and closed her eyes as one of his hands, splayed wide, helped brace her while the other kneaded the breast his mouth was currently neglecting.

"Use your teeth," she exhaled, loving the feel of his rough tongue, but desperate for something even rougher. She could feel the corners of his mouth lift, that devastatingly wicked grin he'd worn a number of times that had never failed to make her core clench now brushed against her skin.

"Like this?" he gruffed, taking her whole nipple between his teeth and pulling back until they scraped along the sensitive skin as he drew it taut. The spark of pleasure, tinged with pain, that shot through her and settled at her clit when her nipple ripped from his mouth and snapped back forced her to cry out a sharp, wanton sound, prompting him to repeat the action several more times in alternating fashion.

It wasn't only her breasts he paid special attention to with his teeth though. Nips and bites littered her neck and shoulders and she was pretty sure he'd worried a hickey or two on the underside of her breasts.

"Gods, I want to taste every inch of you," he murmured, releasing his current patch of conquest with a soft pop. "Want to leave your skin aching with my marks."

"I've got something else aching that your mouth can taste," Emma purred. A heavy whimpered moan reverberated from deep within his chest, sending a shudder of desire down her spine. "But only if you keep making noises like that."

With a hard shove against his chest, he fell back onto the bed, giving her room to shimmy out of her pants. Hungrily, he watched her, his eyes narrowing in on her pussy as his tongue swept across his bottom lip.

"I promise to make whatever sounds you desire so long as you bring that delicious looking cunt over here and place it on my face immediately."

Emma didn't need to be told twice. Holding on to the headboard for support, she lowered herself, settling her sex atop Killian's face, then gasped at the eagerness of his response.

Killian gripped her ass in his hands, his thumbs slipping through then separating her folds so his tongue had a wide swath to lave, back to front then flicking at her clit before plunging into her opening. Emma held on to the headboard for dear life. She'd never been fucked like this before, because that was most certainly was his tongue was doing to her, ravaging her every bit as much as a cock would.

Indecent. That was the only word her mind could come up with. The sounds he made, the squelching noises he elicited from her body, the mixture of scents permeating the room, the flush of heat that broke her out in a quivering sweat, the way his fingers probed forbidden places while his mouth continued to assault her in the best way. Thoroughly and utterly indecent.

Much like the orgasm that exploded within her. And the one that followed. Leg quaking, breath stealing, colors colliding behind your eyelids, guttural sounds and incoherent screams that sounded vaguely like the name you weren't sure you were cursing or praising orgasms.

Chest heaving and heart racing, Emma collapsed against the headboard, vaguely aware of Killian's movements as he attempted to extricate himself from his own pants. Once he succeeded, soft kisses were pressed to the insides of her thighs and across her mound with unhurried contentment, but she knew he had to be rock hard and aching to be inside her. With effort, she repositioned herself, moving to straddle his hips, his rigid cock trapped between her sex and his abdomen as she took a minute to regain her bearings.

"Alright there, love?" Killian murmured, smugly. "Not too much for you, am I? Sure you can handle it?"

The taunting crack of the t against his tongue gave Emma a surge of renewed energy. Rolling her hips, she slid her slick center over his cock and watched with satisfaction as his breath caught, his eyes rolled back, and another decadent sound poured from his lips.

"The real question is…" she walked herself forward on her hands, pressing them into his chest as her hips continued to grind down on his length, then grabbed his wrists and forced them above his head, "can you?"

She tongued the hollow of his throat, then flattened it in a broad stroke up his neck, across his jaw, and against the shell of his ear. Gripping his earlobe with her teeth, she tugged hard, pulling a pained hiss from him.

"Turnabout is fair play," she breathed huskily in his ear before sitting back up, running her nails through his chest hair and leaving red welts upon his skin along the way.

"Aye, love," he moaned. "Do with me as you will then. I can take it."

She slid over his cock several more times and ran her hands over his body, her nails catching on a few tender spots while her fingers toyed with his other sensitive areas. Her hips were slowly grinding against his, teasing him with her entrance only to deny him the ability to fully sheath himself into the tight heat he sought. "Sure about that?" she taunted when a frustrated whimper quivered through his chest, which was rising and falling erratically.

"Please," he begged, raggedly. "Have mercy on me, love. Wanna be inside you. Wanna feel you take me. Ride me. Use me."

Leaning forward again, so she could better line him up, Emma whispered into his ear, "Well, since you asked so nicely." He filled her as she sat back, their breaths hitching in unison as she welcomed in every inch of him.

Her head fell back and she took a moment to revel in the moment, to commit everything she was experiencing to memory. The stretch, the ache, the swell of emotion, the fluttering of her heart, the feeling of abandon and indulgence that made her eyes mist over and blurred her vision. Looking down at Killian she could see the same sentiments swirling in his hooded gaze and laboring in his chest.

"Emma, I-"

"Shhh," she said, pressing a finger to his lips. "I know."

With their gazes still locked, Emma began swiveling and rocking her hips. Once she found a rhythm that suited them both, she set a steady, deliberate pace; the coarse hair of his chest tickling her palms as she braced them there for support. Occasionally, Killian's eyes would drop down to where they were joined, watching the ebb and flow of their union with his lips parted, the corners sticking together until his tongue released them, then his back would arch and his head would fall back, his eyes clamping shut, tighter than his jaw with the muscle twitching beneath, before meeting her gaze once more with an intensity and longing she knew matched her own.

"Swan," he moaned. "Emma, love. Faster. Harder. I'm so close."

Emma snapped her hips faster, riding him hard whilst chasing her own release. So close. So close. So…

Her rhythm faltered as she careened over the edge. Killian pulled her down to his chest and bent his knees, giving himself more leverage to thrust into her with abandon as she surrendered to the euphoria of release and waited for him to join her.

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck yes!" he chanted in strained pants, pounding into her until his hips stuttered and bucked wildly. His cock pulsed as he emptied himself inside her, and she nearly came again from the broken, guttural sounds he grunted into her ear.

They laid there for long, contended minutes with Emma splayed across his chest, both out of breath and covered in a sheen of sweat. When at last Emma made an effort to move, she noted a pensiveness in Killian's expression.

"What is it?" she asked, brushing away the hair that had fallen across his brow. "Don't tell me you're having regrets."

"No," he assured her quickly. "Never. It's just…"

"Just what?"

"I…I came inside you, and I don't know if I should have without a condom. I have no idea how long it's been since you've had your-"

Once again, she quieted him with a press of her fingers against his lips. "It's okay," she soothed, now reassuring him. "You don't have to worry about me getting pregnant. I learned my lesson the first time. I have an implant."

He swallowed thickly and nodded, his eyes growing sad for a moment at the mention of the lesson she was referring to. Shifting, she brushed her lips against his, the small change in position causing him to slip from her, making them both express their displeasure at no longer being joined with soft groans and disgruntled sighs.

"Do you wanna get cleaned up first?" she offered, though she made no attempt to move, not wanting the moment to end. Not wanting to face whatever consequence they might-

"No, you go ahead," Killian murmured, moving his arm, which had been wrapped around her, his fingers dancing over her back in a light caress, so she could roll off him. Which she did. With a heavy yet contented sigh.

Later, once they'd both cleaned up, dressed, and gotten back into bed, they laid there in silence as they held one another. Neither of them wanted to be the one to bring it up. Neither of them wanted to burst the bubble of bliss they were both desperately clinging to. That didn't mean they weren't both thinking about it, worrying about it. About what the morning would bring. What sort of punishment Pan might have in store for them, because punish them he would, of that they were certain. Regardless, as Killian pulled Emma a little closer to him, nuzzling his face past her hair so he could brush his nose and lips along the back of her neck, she knew. Neither of them would ever regret this night. Whatever Pan's retribution, the time they'd spent together on their own terms was worth it.