Books and Hooks

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

Feeling her lips against her caused him to instantly return the kiss, quite aware of her non verbal response as consent and encouragement to continue on with his actions. Not wasting another moment, he thrust inside of her again, moving a little deeper as any sounds were stifled by the kiss. She truly felt incredible, the sensation of being inside of her one that caused immense pleasure to course through him.

He pushed in again, his hand falling to her waist, moving her hips along with his actions, gripping her soft and fair skin. Though he enjoyed the taste of her, he moved his lips from hers to her cheek, lightly kissing along it, moving to her neck. Pressing his lips against her skin allowed any grunts emitted from within his throat to become muffled, as he pushed harder into her, picking up the pace to build a steady rhythm as each thrust moved him deeper inside of her, and closer to his release.

[marymargaret]

Belle gasped against him as he pushed into her again.  It seemed far too long since she'd felt the sensation of a man inside her.  With the threat of the Snow Queen she had little time for such carnal activities with her husband.  If she had, they certainly wouldn't have taken place on her desk in the library.  Her arms tightened around his back as he picked up his pace.  She felt something different with him than when she'd slept with her husband.  Killian's attentions made her feel as if a hunger were brewing inside her.

She tilted her head slightly as he kissed her neck, breaths coming quick and short.  She tried to move her hips into his though it was a little difficult on the desk.  "Please," she moaned against him, head resting on his shoulder.  All she could focus on was the pleasant stretch and stab within her each time he passed through.  

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

This was all quite the surprising turn of events. Never did he think he would be engaging in such a level of physical intimacy with Belle, of all women. Yet being with her in this way . . . well, it showed just what he had been missing. And he found himself finding a whole new level of enjoyment and pleasure with her. He couldn't quite explain it, nor did he want to in this moment. He just wished to continue to enjoy this time with her, unsure of when -- or if -- it would happen again. When she titled her head, he had more access to her neck which he took full advantage of. He teased the skin with his teeth and caressed it with his tongue, allowing the action to stifle any sounds of pleasure that would have otherwise been emitted. Hearing her plead sent a whole new sensation through his body, all the eager to fulfill this plea.

His vigorous actions intensified, as he became more desperate to find his release as well as have her reach her own climax. He had teased her enough and he knew that if they reached that peak together, it would only strengthen the euphoria that followed. So when he felt himself throbbing inside of her, he moves his lips to her ear, pressing his mouth against her as he spoke in a low voice. "Come on then, Beauty," he said teasingly, urging her to join him in the euphoric bliss as he could only hold himself off for so long. He didn't even know how long he had been thrusting inside of her as all time seemed to stand still. Hell, the world seemed to stand still. What he knew was that for once, he would be selfish; he wouldn't gain all the pleasure and leave her so close to the edge again without fulfillment. So he pushed inside her, each thrust stronger and deeper than the last, hoping that it would send her over the edge so that he could follow.

[marymargaret]

Belle knew she couldn't handle much more.  His vigorous pace was enough to drive her wild.  The fact that he'd worked her up ahead of time with his fingers and mouth made matters even more intense. She made a small noise of distress, her grip on her orgasm slipping.  His suggestion that she let go was all she needed.  She cried out as her muscles spasmed around his length.  Her arms tightened around his back where they were resting in response to the climax.  Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she tried to come down from the feeling of bliss.  She sucked in a deep breath in order to help herself calm.

She longed to feel him let go as well.  Vaguely she realized that he was in her unprotected.  She would be far more panicked if she wasn't already on birth control.  She and Rumpel hadn't chosen to have children yet, which led to her taking the medication.  It seemed that she'd never have them now that he was gone.  Carefully she pushed herself to answer Hook's thrusts, not wanting to leave him unattended. 

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

And there it was. He felt, and of course heard, her reach her climax and it was indeed a wonderful sensation to be felt and heard. He of course felt a sense of pride for being the cause of it and he would have voiced such a thing immediately, had he not been so preoccupied in finding his own release. Now that she had reached the height of euphoria, he no longer need concern himself in withholding his own. And people called him selfish.

He felt quite relieved when she allowed him to continue, as he wasn't too far behind. He felt himself throbbing inside of her, and within just a few more deep and strong thrusts, he let out a half muffled grunt as he found his release within her. The ecstatic feeling coursed through his veins, as he closed his eyes, basking in it. He breathed against her neck, his chest heaving as he quietly panted for breath. Who knew that being with Belle would be so . . . incredible. Then again, he had never even considered the thought, up until the point he kissed her. And feeling all that she had caused him to in these moments, well . . . there weren't any words to describe the pleasure that was currently surging through him.

His lips curved into a smile as he moved his lips to her ear, kissing the side of it before he spoke in it. "It's like I told you, love . . . " He began to say, as his lips dragged along her cheek. He moved along her skin until his lips hovered over hers. "I know how to pleasure a woman," he said with teasingly arrogance, before kissing her lips deeply. Though this time, it was not with uncontrolled passion. It was in the aftermath of their actions, ones that had been so enjoyable that he had not yet pulled out of her, allowing the feeling of being inside of her linger for as long as he could. Besides, who knew if they would ever get this opportunity again.

[marymargaret]

The noise he made when he came within her was enough to send a delightful tingle to the area between her thighs.  She sighed in delight as she basked in the aftermath of their coupling.  Her grip upon his back loosened slightly, her muscles turning soft.  It was far better than she expected.  Having never given thought to intimacy with him left her with no solid expectations.  Yet she was thoroughly satisfied by him.  Belle tried to sit up a bit more but found herself leaning against him, her limbs weak after the strength of her orgasm. 

She couldn't help but shiver when he spoke to her.  His lips left a trail of fire until they connected with her own.  She answered his kiss, not wanting their intimacy to come to an end.  Her head seemed to spin with the alcohol she'd consumed as well as the very essence of him.  Later she would wonder if this was a one time occurrence, and maybe feel embarrassed for doing such things with him.  For now she was too caught up in how he made her feel.

The brunette realized he hadn't pulled out of her yet, which she didn't mind.  It felt oddly comfortable to still have Killian in her.  "You did," she affirmed, reluctantly breaking their kiss to breathe.  "Although I didn't really doubt you."  She smiled at him, a bit of mischief in her gaze.

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

Killian continued to take in her delicious taste until she broke the kiss to speak. It allowed him to catch his own breath, not even realizing how short of it he was. Breathing was overrated anyhow. She confirmed that he had, and then stated that she didn't hold any doubt in his abilities to do so. It was the way she said the words, as well as the mischievous gleam in her eyes, that made him realize just how little he knew her . . . until tonight.

He smirked in return, a slight chuckle emitting from deep within his throat as he leaned forward to kiss her chin, unable to get enough of her, prolonging their intimate time together as much as possible. "You always did seem like a rather intelligent woman," he said with a bit of playful teasing . . . though his words weren't without truth. Belle had a strong reputation for being quite intelligent and wise, considering all the books she read. He didn't have to know her incredibly well to hold knowledge of that. But his current words had pertained to her not having doubted him, pointing out her intelligence for being aware of that.

"I must say, Beauty, I never knew you had this side to you," he continued to say, speaking aloud his earlier thoughts as the playfulness in his tone continued. His lips trailed down the front of her neck, nudging her head upward so that he could get a better angle. He then slightly moved his head back and once again, allowed his eyes to trail over her body, taking advantage of her unclad state. "And I have to admit, I rather enjoyed exploring it," he added on, his tongue running over his bottom lip as his lustful gaze continued to take in the perfect curves of her body.

[marymargaret]

Belle was rather pleased with the reaction she garnered from him.  She wondered if he'd ever thought her capable of such things with him, for she'd never considered him as a partner.  Up until recently she'd seen no one but her husband.  For a moment she wondered if he was taking his sexual frustrations over Emma out on her, though she didn't believe it to be the case.  He was far too tender, too considerate of her desires to simply be using her as a place to put his member.  

She blushed as he spoke of her, using the nickname he'd produced.  She rather liked how it sounded when he spoke it.  "I never knew either," she admitted.  She'd never been this amorous of a person before.  She wasn't sure what came next yet she didn't want him to stop.  She tilted her head as directed, feeling his eyes upon her.  His gaze along with his compliment reigniting the fire in her stomach. 

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

Hook's was rather enjoying letting his eyes take in their fill of her, and she seemed to have no objections about it either. Instead, she spoke of how she didn't know that she had this side to her either. The comment was enough to make to keep his expression in place, though he had to admit, that sense of pride resurfaced in him, for being the one that she discovered this side of herself with. To be the one to bring it out in her. It seemed that Rumple had a tendency to contain women; keep them from realizing their full potential and exploring all sides of them. The same had happened with Milah . . . she had been so much more than what she was with Rumple. And now, he could easily say the same about Belle based on what he had learned about her tonight.

"In that case . . . " He began to say, lowering his hook to her upper leg, letting the dull side of it drag along her thigh so that the cool metal touched her warm skin. "Seems gratitude is in order for allowing you to engage in this self discovery," he said with joking tease. Obviously, meaning showing gratitude toward him. He was of course teasing, but was enjoying the playful mood that the two of them seemed capable of maintaining. "Now what will my reward be?" He asked, suggestiveness in his voice, as his hook moved toward her inner thigh, while his eyes finally moved back upward to reset on her face.

[marymargaret]

Later, when she was sober and down from her sex-induced high, she would be somewhat alarmed at what he'd awakened in her in terms with her sexuality.  For now she was simply pleased and rather amazed.  Belle leaned back on her palms to keep herself sitting up as he trailed his hook over her.  She shivered at the feeling of the cool metal.  She knew he wouldn't hurt her with it, but it was a little alarming to see it so close to the most sensitive area of her body.  

As he teased her with the idea of thanking him she felt a blush bloom upon her features. "Name it," she said, eager to explore more with him.  "And I'll try my best."  Even in her half-drunk state she was aware of her bashfulness.  She'd never consider having, effectively, a one night stand with anyone.  It rather surprised her that she even chose to do this.  She glanced down at the hook near her thigh, moving her leg slightly.  It caused the metal to rub up against the tender flesh on the inside of the limb, her breath catching from the feeling. 

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

Killian smiled, rather pleased to see her reaction to his hook's touch as well as his words. The blush of her cheeks, and the way her body reacted . . . it was indeed rather encouraging. Just like everything she had done tonight was. He continued to gently move his hook around her sensitive region, slowly pulling out of her and almost immediately feeling the deprivation of being inside of her. As she leaned back on the table, he moved slightly forward. She was telling him to name the reward, stating that she would do her best. He had no doubts that she would, for he already found her extremely enjoyable and desirable tonight.

"Perhaps I will grant you the liberty of coming up with something, allowing you creative freedom," he said with flirtation and a hint of intrigue as to what she could come up with. "Maybe something you learned from one of your books," he said, mocking her a little but it was all in good fun. He doubted she could learn such things from books . . . or well, most likely not the kind of books she read anyway. Still, words did not do justice. One had to experience to know of the intense pleasures that such activities could provide . . . just as they had discovered tonight in each others company.

[marymargaret]

The types of books she read weren't the ones that he was suggesting, though she did recall one.  When she lived in the Dark Castle Rumpel had given her access to his expansive library.  He didn't have much of a system and she'd taken to organizing the shelves in her spare time.  She'd come across a heavy leather bound book that had been illustrated with pictures that had made her face turn red.  She'd given into curiosity and had flipped through some of them before hurriedly putting it back on the shelf.

She'd led a rather calm, sexual life with her husband yet their relations hadn't been limited to him atop her.  "Perhaps we should switch positions?" she asked, a bit of a coy smile on her face.  "You can sit, if you'd like."  A gentle blush remained on her cheeks as she looked up from her lap to him.  "I'll be on my knees either way."  

It had been a weird experience at first but she believed herself to have gotten somewhat skilled at it.

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

Part of his reason for saying what he had, was to embolden her and allow her to let out all she had within her. Though he imagined that even know, he was just seeing glimpses of it. She was delightfully surprising and it was part of why he was currently so intrigued by her. Perhaps even enthralled by her. Her words then caused him to pause all action as he looked at her. He raised an eyebrow, as his intrigue intensified and transformed into something far greater. Switch positions . . . on her knees . . . "Bloody hell," he stated in a low voice, finding himself all to eager to comply with her suggestion. Now what did this rare Beauty have in mind exactly?

He moved up, pulling her up with him as well as he swiftly altered positions. He now half sat and half leaned against the table, moving her as well so that she was sitting on top of him in a straddled position with each of her legs on either side of his waist. He watched her intently, a mix of lust and curiosity in his eyes. Though he longed to feel her body pressed against his, he was far too distracted with her words to be bothered to remove his shirt or any other article of his clothing. "Is this better, love?" He asked, prepared to practically move in any position she asked him to. On her knees, eh. Now this was going to be most interesting indeed.

[marymargaret]

Belle shuddered at his reaction, finding it only strengthened the desire burning within her.  She was rather pleased that she managed to surprise him.  She gasped as he moved her, not expecting the movement.  She was tempted to move atop him and let him have her that way, but was reminded that she had to stay focused on her task.  Perhaps he would indulge her by letting her ride him later.  

She chuckled lightly at his question.  "It is," she assured him before dipping down to kiss him.  She pressed her lips to his, testing him by pressing a little harder.  Her hand dipped down to the apex of his thighs, hesitantly touching his length.  Whenever she did this with her husband it occurred before their actual coupling.  She'd never done so after they were finished, mostly because her spouse was older.  She was aware that males couldn't recover as quickly as their counterparts after sex.  But Killian seemed to be more virile, and she didn't think he would have much of a problem. 

Carefully she rubbed his length, adding a bit more pressure the longer she kissed him.  Once she was assured he wasn't flaccid she broke their kiss, smiling mischievously.  She moved down him till she was on her knees before him, face near his length.  One hand held him in place before her lips carefully wrapped around his member.

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

She assured him that it was, but he was hardly focused on her words as she kissed him. He immediately responded to the kiss, wondering if he would ever tire of the feeling . . . but already knowing the answer was no. His thirst for her was a constant, only quenched in this way, or well, any other way that his lips were able to touch a part of her. He had been so distracted in the embrace, that he hadn't noticed where her hand was wandering down to . . . until she touched him. It was enough to elicit a sharp inhalation of breath amid the kiss. Her soft touch against his sensitive region caused a whole new surge of desire and need to race through him.

But instead of words, his lips reacted to this need, deepening the kiss as a silent urge that he needed her all over again . . . as was any involuntary action his body took to demonstrate his aching need, evident in the way he hardened. Each movement her hand made against him just intensified his ache and he was half tempted to just push inside of her again to ease it. All he could do was let it flow into the kiss, coaxing her mouth open with his own to grant himself entrance. He was waiting for her to continue, but instead, she broke the kiss, leaving him short of breath and in need as he forced his eyes to stay open, following her as she moved lower on him. He wasn't daft. He was quite aware of where she was going and it caused his heart to beat with excitement.

The moment he felt her take hold of him between her lips, he could no longer keep his eyes open. He sharply inhaled, a trembling breath coming out as he squeezed his eyes shut. His head slowly moved back, his lips parting as no words came out. Only a groan of pleasure as he felt delirious from the sensation of him being in her mouth. His hand went to the back of her head, pressing her closer as encouragement. This was far beyond what he had envisioned for tonight and it was by far, a more than pleasurable surprise. "Belle," he breathed out, unable to control whatever words came out of his mouth, his voice holding a bit of a harsh rasp from all she was making him feel. "Bloody hell," he added in the same tone, his breathing becoming more strained as his chest heaved.