Lessons 5

Apologies for taking so long...

Falling into the room, his heart was pounding; the steady throbbing of blood rushing though his body was all he could hear. His quarters were lit only by the bluish hue of the moonlight that filtered in through it's small window. Blindly they stumbled together into the middle of the room - mouths, hands and legs a tangle.

Firmly grasping her shoulder, he reluctantly pushed her away a little, catching a glimpse of the fire in her eyes and the way her chest heaved - God he just wanted to take her now… But no.

"You are keen…" he mumbled, before moving his attention to her ear - nibbling lightly on her lobe before running his lips down her neck, enjoying the way she squirmed against him.

"And you're not?" she countered, dipping her hand between them and wrapping her hands around his growing hardness.

"Touche," he whispered seductively, drawing out the last vowel until he felt her shiver slightly.

Stepping back a little, he slowly began to pull off his coat, letting it slide down his arms until it reached the floor with a dull thud. He watched her eyes flash up and down his body until they fixed up the large buckle of his belt. Raising a brow, he tugged the heavy leather from it's metal constraint until the belt and attached sword clashed to the floor.

They were mere inches apart and the proximity and warm of her body was so enticing - he had to fight his urge to rush ahead. No, he reminded himself, these things are best savoured.

Reaching forward, his fingers caught the hem of her shirt and began to pull it upwards, skating over her bare skin. At the same time her hands began to work at the small, silver clasps that held his vest closed. They both moved methodically, silently - the air thick with tension. This action of removing their clothing was almost a ritual - sensual somehow.

As she began to tug at the ties that closed his pants, he withheld a groan. She was so close to where he wanted her to be. Impatiently, he pulled her face to his -catching her in a raw and hungry kiss that made her pant into his mouth, before releasing her so she could continue.

"So, without all the leather - are you still a pirate?" she teased as she pushed away his pants, leaving him only wearing his half opened shirt.

"There's always a part of me that is pirate, my love," he replied before swingin her into his arms, his hooked arm cradling her back as he looked down into her face, "But tonight I am Killian. Tonight - I am yours."

"Then take me Killian," she challenged. He didn't need to be asked twice.

Stumbling over to the large, canopied bed by the window, he lay her down, pausing only for a second to pull his shirt over his head. Her eyes flashed to his left arm. Gently, she touched his brace where it met his arm. A look of concern crossed her face.

"Does it ever hurt?" she asked, as he moved to join her on the bed.

"Not any more," he replied, leaning down so they were face to face. Keeping their eyes together, he undid the leather straps of the brace whilst she pushed off her jeans and boots. A nervous tension filled the air. For all the earlier bravado and passion, this was real and raw.

They both lay together, naked, breathing hitching, the cool blanket of the air in the room enveloping them.

He wanted to touch her so badly. To feel her soft skin. But at the same time he was scared.

"Killian…" she began. "Are you sure?"

With a small lick of his lips, he pushed away his doubts and used his hookless arm to pull her hips to his, letting his hardening length push into her hip, "Absolutely."

Softly he rolled her onto his back, nudging her legs apart with his knees. The tangle of pendants that hung around his neck danced over the skin of her chest and she raised her eyebrows. With a smile, he tugged the chain from his neck, flinging it behind him before diving his mouth towards her.

Under his lips her skin was satin; smooth and creamy, he wanted to wrap himself in her for eternity. Her hands began to dig into his hair as she bucked and curved beneath him. Obligingly, he gave her some relief, reaching his hand down between them, letting one finger form small circles over her bundle of nerves, whilst his mouth found the hardened bud of her breast. He ran his tongue around her erect nipple, teasing it with his teeth before moving onto the other.

God he wanted to taste her.

She mewed softly at the loss as he began to shift down her body - letting his tongue trail down her skin, enjoying how it tasted vaguely salty after the exertions of their earlier lessons. Finally settled between her legs, he looked up her body, catching her eye as he let his tongue resume the task of his fingers.

Her eyes began to flutter and her lips parted as his tongue began to swirl and slide over her hot, wetness - sweet yet bitter tasting, he lapped against her, pushing harder, whilst his fingers worked their way deeper into her core. Killian knew how to read a woman. Hell, a man who had lived so long would have no excuse not to have this ability. But this was Emma… Carefully he watched her eyes as the pupils grew wider, caught the rise and fall of the chest which caused the curve of her breasts to obscure her face and enjoyed the way her breath began to come in ragged pants. He flung his other arm over her hips, pushing them into the mattress. With his fingers he began to tease that sensitive spot inside her - he felt her shift and moan.

Gods - he was doing this.

Faster he worked, sucking, flicking, circling with his tongue, twisting and curving his fingers, until her hips finally jerked free of his hold and she came around in his fingers in a half strangled cry that echoed around the room and sank through his very being.

Her body was still convulsing and shivering a little as he moved back up her, kissing her skin, twirling his tongue again, exploring her bare skin. The soft curve of her hips. The gentle dip of her stomach. The way her breasts swayed slightly as she caught her breath.

"Well…" she whispered, as he finally reached her face, using his hand to push away the few strands of hair that covered it as he watched the euphoric expression that hung over her face.

"Well…" he copied, settling beside her and hooking one leg around her body; letting her adjust, letting her come down from her high. Watching her made him only ache more to be inside her. To feel her come around him. To hear her call him name…

She was so quiet. He began to consider that maybe this was all that would happen this evening. Maybe his selfish desire to see her bend to the will of his mouth and hand mean that his own, other, satisfaction would have to wait. "Swan - Emma, if you've had enough-"

Reaching out, she placed a soft finger on his lips. Shaking her head and smiling.

Thank God he thought, whilst she rolled him onto his and dug her hands into his hair covered chest, tugging slightly and making him wince.

Then quickly one hand was wrapped around his shaft, instantly hardening it to an extent he thought impossible. Keeping her eyes on his, she moved her lips around his tip. He gasped as he warm, soft tongue made contact, lapping against him - almost leisurely.

She kept her eyes on his still as she took him deeper, one hand still working his length, while the other gently squeezed and cupped his balls.

He pressed his eyes shut. Her tongue around him felt like heaven - so soft and welcoming… Flashing his eyes open she was still watching him, a wicked look in her eyes.

It was so goddamn erotic he though he might explode and it took every inch of his restraint not to pound himself into her mouth and release his agony.

Of all the ways he had expected to take Emma Swan, this was not a scenario he had imagined.

She must have sensed his tension, as with a lingering lick from bottom to top she released him, crawling up his body until her knees straddled his hips. Her golden hair hung around her shoulders in loose, lazy waves as she hovered above him. Both hands were again on his chest as she leaned down to kiss him, teasingly rubbing her hot, wet center against him as she claimed his mouth for her own.

His hand cupped her face, as he pushed up his hips, desperately wanting and needing to feel her around him. The weight of expectation weighing heavily on his shoulders as this beautiful, strong, amazing woman drove him into insanity.

Finally she acquiesced, slowly sinking her hips into his, letting him slide inside her, gripping him tightly between her thighs. She rested her forehead against his as they both adjusted. Killian's eyes sank closed.

Perfect. It was perfect. Hot. Tight. Devine.

Then her hips began to rock, bucking against him, slowly at first, painfully so.

Her ran his finger over her cheek as she moved and their eyes met. Honesty - painful and raw shot between them. All barriers and bravado gone. Just two people, melded together in the most basic of ways.

"I love you," he whispered as she continued to roll her hips. Her expression pinched slightly - her brow furrowed. Gods, did he say the wrong thing?

Wordless she leant down again, increasing her pace just a little, until her lips met his cheek, "I-" she hesitated. He wrapped his arm around her waist, wanting to comfort her - to apologise.

"I-" she began again, lifting up her face a little until their eyes met, "I love you too." Then she smiled like he had never seen her smile before.

And all bets were off.

Whipping her onto he back, he pushed her legs wide and set a rapid, punishing pace. Driving into her with all the passion and lust of a man in love - a man who was loved. A man who knew what they both wanted and needed.

She panted and cried - screaming out his name in soft bursts interspaced with incomprehensible words. He worked her body, bringing her closer and closer - but with enough skill to draw out the experience just long enough…

Her fingers dug in his shoulders, nails biting him angrily. Their bodies were slick with sweat. He was almost spent.

With a final push he gave her all he had. Quick, skilful movements pulling out her orgasm in the midst of his own. A pounding mixture of rushing blood and rippling pleasure mixed with hot bodies and sweat and something more. Love.

He collapsed onto her; his face sinking into the pillow at her side. As the moment passed, the coolness of the room began to nip at his skin once more. Wordlessly, he withdrew and rolled to her side - pulling a thick woollen blanket from the foot of the bed to cover them both. Too spent to do anything else.

She turned to look at him - her cheeks flush, her eyes sparkling.

"Did you mean that?" she asked quietly, her eyes searching his face. She didn't need to give further clarification - he knew what she meant.

"Yes," he sighed, reaching out to run his thumb over her swollen bottom lip.

The she just smiled and turned, letting him cocoon her body with his own, silently breathing until sleep took hold.

Eventually he joined her in that release too. His mind and his body full of her - Emma Swan. The saviour.

His saviour.

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