Captain Swan - Set My Soul On Fire

Chapter 6

A/N: Be aware this chapter contains teen sex and for the purpose of the story, unprotected sex. There are some readers who have asked me to warn them when the scenes which include smut arise because not everyone is comfortable with teen/underage smut, so I've marked the scenes with **** at the beginning and end of the scene. And yes I know the end of the chapter is not a surprise and it's not meant to be, but it will give you an idea as to where we're heading for the next chapter.

Hope you enjoy!

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Emma loves kissing Killian Jones. She loves having his mouth on hers devouring her; she loves the way his tongue tastes, loves the way he sinks his teeth into her bottom lip. She loves the smell of his spicy cologne and the sounds he makes during a hot makeout session; she loves how timid and shy he is, but also how desperate and needy he seems all at once. She especially loves when they get so caught up in a kiss like they are now, she can't help but pull him on top of her and part her thighs so she can feel the drag of his erection against her core.

The sounds of their heavy panting and sloppy kisses almost cover the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ear, but not quite. This boy—no this man—makes her heart palpitate, he makes her want to do things she's never dreamed of doing. She feels wicked when she's with him, maybe even a little wild, like she can do anything. Being with him doesn't feel wrong though. No, being with Killian feels pretty damn right and good and evokes feelings inside her she's never experienced before, both emotionally and physically.

Even through the sleeping bag, the bed of Killian's truck feels hard against her back, but she doesn't mind. Not when she has exactly what she wants—Killian's solid weight on top of her, his tongue in her mouth, the skirt of her dress bunched around her waist and the outline of his hard length pressed deliciously against her entrance, with only her slick panties and his thick denim jeans between them as he rubs himself into her. Okay, that's a lie; it's not exactly what she wants. She wants to give herself to him, she wants to give everything to him.

The back of his truck in the park is far from the ideal, but their options are sparse. She can't exactly invite Killian to her house and his father can't know about their relationship because then he'll tell Emma's parents. So they have to sneak around to see each other whenever they get the chance. They've ditched every home football game, retreating to the park in his truck so they can talk and kiss and do whatever they want with each other without rules or boundaries before he has to take her back to her car in the school parking lot.

"Killian..." she croaks as she tilts her head back into the sleeping bag, enjoying the feel of his lips on her neck, his stubble dragging along her skin as he kisses and suckles little love marks, making her incredibly wet. His hands are everywhere, squeezing her breasts and stroking her curves and her thighs as his hot mouth makes its way to her heaving chest.

He pauses at her plea and lifts his head, looking up at her. Even in the inky blackness of the night with only the moon offering light, she can see his lustful blue eyes and swollen lips, his hair completely wrecked. "What is it, baby? Do you want me to stop?"

She shakes her head furiously. "Please, don't stop. I want you, Killian."

He grins cheekily and kisses her on the mouth. "I'm already yours."

She gently pushes him away, staring into his eyes through the darkness. "No, I mean... I want you, Killian Jones." She reaches between them, cupping the firm bulge in his pants in her hand. "And it feels like you want me too," she teases with a smirk.

Killian's cheeks tinge with blush and a little growl claws up his throat, but he seems unsure. "You have no idea how much I want you, Emma, but..." he murmurs, lifting his hand to caress her cheek. "I don't want you to think we have to do anything you don't want to do. I don't want you to think I'm trying to pressure you. I am happy just kissing you and touching you and being close to you. I don't need anything more than that... not before you're ready."