Emma wakes up the next morning, enveloped in blissful warmth. Warm arms, warm blankets, the warm sunlight streaming through the windows. It's almost too much. But at the same time, it's not enough. She snuggles closer to the warmth, wrapping her arm around Killian's stomach and draping a leg over his waist. She doesn't usually engage in one-night stands, and in other cases, she'd probably flee right now, but she's too comfortable at the moment to move. She's probably too comfortable. Too warm. Too blissfully content.
Part of her knows she should run, but another part of her knows it wouldn't matter if she did. She has no illusions about what last night meant to him. It was one night of nothing more than multiple orgasms, unbelievable pleasure and an escape from real life. Last night was nothing more than a lived-out fantasy. A fantasy of being treated like she was the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world. Like she was a goddess. Like no other person mattered to him but her. Now the fantasy is over and she's faced with the reality of the situation.
Her eyes are closed, but she knows Killian's starting to wake when he glides his hand over her arm and turns to his side, pulling her flush against him. She can feel how hard he is and moans, tracing his abs with her fingers. She wants to memorize every inch of him before she leaves. She wants to soak in every second she can with him.
Killian groans, the sound low and husky, sending a chill down her spine. Heat shoots through her like a rocket and has Emma rocking her hips softly against his girth. She's too sore to take him again, but that doesn't mean other things are off the table.
When he takes her chin in his hand and lifts it, she opens her eyes, his sleepy blue ones connecting with hers as he draws her lips to his. She parts her mouth for him, letting him sweep his tongue against hers. She wraps her leg around his hip and writhes against him, and he pulls her on top of him. Strands of hair fall into her face, so he tucks them behind her ear, cups her cheeks in his hands and draws her in for another fierce kiss, sending even more heat through her body. She's so fucking aroused, she's contemplating just riding him anyway, but he reaches between them and slides a finger through her slit, reminding her how sore she is.
She winces against his lips.
Concern washes over his face when he pulls back slightly. "You alright, love?"
"Yeah, I just wish we could go again, but I'm too sore."
His eyes soften as he kisses her forehead, and it's such a sweet gesture, her heart flutters. "That's alright." He lets out a soft chuckle against her skin. "After all the times we did it last night, I'm not surprised."
A mischievous smirk tips the corner of her lips as she scrubs her fingers through his chest hair and down his side. She lifts one of her hips and snakes her hand between them, wrapping her fingers around his extremely hard cock. Her pussy walls pulse from just feeling the weight of his dick in her hand. "That doesn't mean we can't do other things."
Not giving him a chance to argue, she drags her hand up and down his length, his eyes rolling back inside his head. He groans and rocks his hips gently into her touch.
She rises to her knees and leans in, whispering in his ear. "I really want some hot sausage for breakfast." She tugs on his lobe with her teeth, his cock twitching in her hand as her lips make their way down his neck. Noticing the hickeys she left last night, arousal shoots through her, knowing she marked him good. She brushes her lips over them and continues her path, kissing down his chest, his dark hair tickling her nose.
Killian combs a hand through her hair as he watches her. There's a thin trail of hair that leads her lips to his cock and once she's there, she wraps her lips around the tip, swirling her tongue around the velvety head as she strokes his shaft. She doesn't even have his cock in her mouth and he's already tipping his head back into the pillow, groaning and rocking his hips. He gathers her hair in his hands as her mouth envelopes him, her lips slowly sliding down his gorgeous shaft, taking him. All of him. Warmth spreads through her as she bobs her head up and down, her bare bottom sticking up in the air as she sucks him off.
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Captain Swan - Falling for the Bad Boy
FanfictionEmma Swan is done with dating and relationships, regardless of the fact that Mary Margaret is determined to set her up with someone while taking her out barhopping. It's just too bad for MM that the one guy Emma has her eyes on at The Captain's Rum...
