Author's Note: Here it is! The last leg of our ever-so-lovely journey...and it's about to get dirty. ;) I'm so sorry about the delay in updating this story...to say I was busy would be the understatement of the century. But I persevered, and here's the result. I sincerely hope you all enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: I really wish I owned Criminal Minds. But I don't. I only own Sarah.

Kicking the bedroom door closed with an anticipatory strike of his foot, Aaron placed Emily in the center of her bed, wrinkling the plum colored, silky coverlet as he climbed over her.

She gazed into his eyes, a glassy look in hers. "I have to taste you." Her statement came out on one single breath, leaving his heart beating wildly.

"Later, Emily."

"Now, Aaron," she insisted.

"But baby, I don't want to come so soon," he flat-out whined. "I don't want this to be just about me." I want to make you come over and over and over again, screaming out my name each time.

"Oh, trust me...I know. And if you thought that was my reasoning behind it, you were so wrong." In one outlandishly graceful move, she rolled out from her position under Hotch, and the next thing he knew, she was hovering above him once more, her glistening red lips dangerously close to his swollen, almost-purple cock. "Don't tell me you don't want this," she challenged.

He won her over with a frustrated groan, one of his large hands tangling itself in her hair and practically forcing her upon him. She went willingly, however, swallowing his hard-as-steel cock completely. Tasting her own juices on him from before, mixed with his musky pre-cum was her demise and she let out an erotic moan in response. The friction the sensation created caused Aaron to see stars, and he knew it wouldn't be long until he exploded, much like he had told Emily. Watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked the life out of him was almost too much, so he shut his eyes, trying in vain to recite baseball statistics, recipes, anything that would distract him from the task at hand - or rather, in mouth - but nothing was working.

And oh, did Emily know that.

Being the temptress she was, she dragged her teeth across his head, licking the underside of his cock as he bucked into her mouth. This is going to be good, she thought, knowing that Hotch wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. With one last trick in the bag, she fondled his balls with care, stroking them with a feather-light touch and feeling them swell. Then, when he was least expecting it, she squeezed one, then the other, and sucked his cock with all her might. With an almost painful-sounding groan, he shot his hot, sticky load deep into the back of her throat, and she swallowed him eagerly, effectively milking him of all he had.

Coming down from his high, he managed a "Just give me a minute," as he fought to catch his breath. Have I died and gone to Heaven? he asked himself as he tried his hardest to remember where he was. Finally, when all was well, he rolled them so that he was hovering over her, smirking at her un-expectant squeal. He continued to ravish her body with an open-mouthed assault, leaving angry red marks everywhere on her alabaster skin as her attention became focused on his chest.

"Why are you still not completely naked?" Emily asked in exasperation, her nimble fingers making quick work of his buttons. She practically tore the dress shirt off his body, her lips immediately moving to his exposed skin.

"Well, I was kind of busy before," he chuckled, cupping her full breasts and kneading them slowly, relishing Emily's drawn out moan that ensued.

Just like the rest of her body, Emily's breasts were perfect. Not too large, not too small, but exactly the right size for his hands. He rubbed his gun-calloused thumbs over the dusky rose skin of her nipples, pressing a small kiss to each one.

"Hmmm…"

"You like that?" he asked huskily, working his hardest to please her yet again.

"I do, but I thought you said we were going to kick it up a notch. Quite frankly…" She tossed him a flirtatious, saucy grin. "I'm getting kind of bored."

"Are you challenging me, beautiful?"

"If I am?"

He took the shell of her ear between his teeth. "Then get on your hands and knees," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction.

Quickly reaching into a bedside drawer and tossing Aaron a bottle of chocolate-flavored lube, Emily said, "Now that's what I'm talking about," as she complied to his order, her voice breathy with approval.

Aaron couldn't help but moan at the sight of her, just waiting to be dominated. By him. Taking his now rock hard flesh into his hands, he stroked himself in a rough fist, physically unable to go without simulation for very long, especially in the company of a certain dark-haired vixen. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked, kissing a path up her toned thighs to her delicious looking ass.

A passionate groan was ripped from her chest as she felt him spreading the lube with his tongue. "Yes. But you should show me, anyway. Just in case I'm wrong."

"I don't think you are."

"I sure hope not."

"Fuck, Emily. You're so wet." Maneuvering so that he could suck the juices flowing from her pussy, he added, "Do I make you this wet?"

"Yes," she answered once more, the feel of his tongue probing her depths one of pure ecstasy. "Every single second of every single day." Glancing over her shoulder, she gazed into his eyes. "I never figured you as that type of man, Aaron."

"What type?"

"The type that talks dirty to a woman," she moaned.

"Oh, baby…we've barely even started." And at that, he guided his swollen cock to her puckered opening, inserting his fat, mushroom tip insider her ass with a satisfied groan. "Are you okay?" he asked, pressing a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades.

Always a gentleman. "It's just been a while," she panted, pushing down on him, her intent clear as day.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Mm-hmm. Fill me up, Agent Hotchner," she demanded, her voice taking on an unbelievably sensual quality.

In one fluid stroke, he thrust deep inside of her, all the way to the hilt. She was so wet from the cum and lube that, despite being pleasantly tight, there was no resistance.

Emily felt her knees weaken. She had never felt so full before in her life! It felt amazing – she could only imagine the pleasure he would elicit from her once he started moving.

Luckily, he didn't keep her imagining for very long. With a deep, steadying breath, he began to move into and out of her tight passage, wishing he could see Emily's face. Wishing he could drink her in as she was overcome with sheer rapture.

Emily felt every single thing around her unravel, her mind only on the blissful unity between her and Aaron. Closing her eyes, she fought to remember her name. He was just that…good. "Harder," she heard herself say, the words tumbling off her lips in a sultry whisper.

My God, she's going to be my undoing, Hotch thought briefly. "I don't want to hurt you," he said in response, dropping kisses along her spine.

"Relax, Aaron. I'm a big girl; I can handle it," she assured, shooting him a wink. Then, after a beat: "This is nothing compared to what I'm used to."

"Oh?"

"Mm-hmm."

The mere thought of Emily, his Emily – because she washis now – with another man made his blood boil. Without another word, he drew out almost completely from her before slamming right back in, his balls slapping wonderfully against her ass. "Like that?" he growled, his more possessive, caveman-esque side rearing its ugly head.

"Yes!" she screamed in ecstasy as he pulled her farther back onto him, effectively changing the angle of penetration. He was gradually ridding her of her sanity, and of her grasp on control. "Don't hold back, beautiful," he crooned, his voice smooth like aged whiskey.

She didn't even want to hold back; all she really wanted was to succumb to him, let him know that he was damn good at pleasing a woman. He, on the other hand, was extremely close to tumbling right off the edge – if his periodical grunts, groans and other animalistic noises were any indication.

Oh, he wanted to be there. He wanted to come inside her sweet ass so badly, and he knew he could be there in less than half a minute if he completely let loose. But he had to bring her to orgasm first. He had done it once, and he would do it again.

And he wouldn't stop until this goal was complete.

Emily took her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down hard enough to draw blood as the fire building low in her belly roared into an all-consuming inferno. All because of him. Determined to make her fall apart right before his eyes, he reached around her waist, across her flat stomach, and began flicking her clit roughly. He then continued to hold her as close to him as possible as he toyed with her depths, rubbing circles and relishing her drawn out chain of cries, eventually stringing together in a strangled moan. "Please…oh, please…"

"Please, what?" he asked in turn, his voice strained as well.

"Come in me, Aaron. I need to feel you." There was a pause. "Complete me."

And so, throwing his head back in deliciously sinful anguish, he answered her with an animalistic roar, and emptied himself deep within her gorgeous body. After all, who was he to disregard her order?

Emily followed a split second later, muffling her pleasured scream against the pillow that had been readily placed in front of her for moments just like this. He pulled her to his side as she collapsed onto her stomach, the pleasure all-encompassing. She laid there in a heap on his chest, steady breathing nearly impossible.

After several minutes, Aaron brought her up for a mind-blowing kiss, causing her heart to skip a few beats at the emotion and…love…behind it. "You are amazing, Emily," he whispered with conviction. "There are no other words to describe you – you're perfect." Perfect for me, he wanted to add.

She couldn't help but blush at his sweet words. "Look who's talking, Mister," she said almost shyly, a gorgeous smile dancing across her lips.

"Shhh…" he said seriously, kissing her slowly, languorously. After a beat, he said, "I assume you like Italian food."

"I do. Why?"

"I want to take you out to dinner tomorrow night," he answered nonchalantly. "Start us off on the foot we should have started off on. So…about tomorrow?"

"If I said no?" she asked, a twinkle noticeable in her deep brown eyes as she scratched the short hairs at the base of his neck.

"I would cry."

"Save your tears," she whispered, kissing him with all the feeling she could possibly muster. "Tomorrow sounds absolutely wonderful."

And it was.

THE END.

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