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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 18:31:04 GMT
Emma? WHO'S EMMA? I ONLY SEE YOU She expressed how glad she was that he had convinced her otherwise. He tended to be quite stubborn -- he supposed to a fault really. But this certainly wasn't something that he was ever going to regret being insistent on. He was far too engrossed with her at the moment to feel guilty for convincing her of this. Besides, she too was saying how enjoyable the experience was. So he was going to make the most of it, unsure if she would allow herself another night like this one. He only knew that tonight wouldn't be the only time he asked her, or wanted her.
"As am I," he said in between breaths, revealing his own enjoyment in this. She then moved her lips against his ear, telling him that he was already giving her what she wanted. The sensual way she spoke, and moved . . . the way her hands raked over his back and then his chest, the way her lips touched the side of his neck . . . well, he wasn't sure he was even the one who was in control anymore. Not with all she was making him feel. He turned his head toward her neck, kissing and teasing the skin, uncaring of any mark he left on her. Hell, he hoped someone found out. He hoped someone noticed. He no longer cared about denying his pleasures for the sake of a woman who had no desire for him. The woman underneath him right now did, and he wanted to enjoy that, bask in that, and take full advantage of it.
"Am I?" He asked teasingly, against her neck, as he stopped his actions once more, enjoying the tease of stopping long enough for that feeling of being close to the euphoric ebb away. "You don't have any idea how desirable you are, do you?" He asked somewhat rhetorically, in a voice hardly above a low, harsh whisper. He was just speaking, he knew that, but his words also held some truth to them. She was so utterly desirable.
For there was a reason he sought her out tonight, and not just any other woman. His hand previously exploring her body, moved to grip one of her hands, pressing it against the bed next to her head, his fingers curling in the spaces between hers as he held it down. Unable to deprive him -- or her -- of that peak of euphoria anymore, he thrust inside of her, harder, stronger and filled with more purpose as he began a steady rhythm which soon quickened, his desperation to reach pure ecstasy rather evident in his ravenous actions.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 17:59:58 GMT
It's Always Nice TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION Hook immediately turned his attention to Rumple when he revealed himself, speaking his sarcastic words of what he owed this pleasure to. Perhaps sarcasm was an understatement. Though they had proved they were capable of being civil, that in no way meant they were anywhere near friends. So Hook wasn't surprised at his sarcasm. Funny how far along the two of them had come. Hook didn't bother to answer the man's question, for he then went on to explain that he was working on something to help find Anna. Killian moved closer to the crocodile, intrigued though he played it casually of course. Despite all of Rumple's flaws, he was undeniably powerful and this time, he appeared to be putting his powers and knowledge to good use.
Ah, but that was the operative word: appeared. God knows what went on inside that man's head, and Hook didn't -- nor would he ever -- trust him. Near the end of his explanation, he spoke of how he needed help in this matter; how he could use his -- wait, did Killian hear that right?! expertise and skills. It caused Hook to smirk in response. "You must be desperate if you are seeking my expertise and skills," Hook stated, amused by Rumple's words . . . mainly because he had never heard him say such things to him before.
"In fact, that's probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me, crocodile," he added with feigned flattery. He was returning the favor of being sarcastic. Now standing in front of the Dark One, Killian decided to take the words a little more seriously. Because Killian did genuinely want to help where and when he could. "What exactly is it you need my help with?" He inquired, feeling skeptical with agreeing to anything before he heard the terms. Especially when it came to Rumpelstiltskin.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 17:45:53 GMT
It's Always Nice TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION Everything was just about ready. Killian had to do the final inspection as he liked to be the one to walk around and ensure everything was in tact before they set sail. Besides, he never knew how long it could be until they found land once again. The enchanted wood on the ship certainly helped keep it strong and durable; perhaps it was what made the Jolly Roger a coveted and desirable ship to most others . . . especially in the pirate world. As he walked around, looking over every inch of the ship that he had well memorized. This was his home, his life, and he intended to take care of it.
He just so happened to see something out of the ordinary; a shadow, coming from one of the crates. Killian didn't let his gaze linger all too much, and nonchalantly walked to the other side of the ship. They were already starting to move away from the dock, so Killian would have to discover the source of this strange sight, and soon. He approached from the other end, while the intruder was looking forward, creeping up on her from behind.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He asked smirking, leaning against the crate, his elbow casually resting against it as he looked down at her, since she was on the ground and he was standing. It was a woman. A pretty little thing. Too pretty to be on a ship full of pirates. It was clear that she needed something. "A woman on her knees in front of me," he added, his words filled with lewd implications as his eyes slowly looked over her intently, trailing over every inch of her in a way meant to make any woman feel uncomfortable. There is much pleasure that could be had here," he added crudely, his smirk growing as he lacked any subtly in his words. Besides, he wasn't trying to be subtle; he wanted his intentions to be quite clear to her.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 17:33:58 GMT
It's a device for... TALKING, I DON'T BLOODY KNOW Elsa spoke of how it made sense that he was the one being inconvenienced by this infuriating device. "Aye," he said, agreeing with her latter words, particularly the innocent part. "Besides, I haven't broken it . . . yet," he added, enunciating the last word in his statement. He was ready to crash that thing to the ground, but Emma had given it to him. And when they were apart, it was the only way he had of contacting her. Besides, people here seemed pretty reliant on it. He hoped he never got to that point.
"I'm glad this amuses you," he said with a smile that was both sarcastic and slightly playful. He was of course not offended in the slightest; in fact, it was good to see her smiling. There were far too many tears in this place. Smiles and laughter was more seldom seen, thus far more needed. Not that he had been exactly known to be the man who brought a smile to someone's lips. But he was working on it; he liked to think he was more . . . reformed now.
She then spoke of how magic was consistent and that much was quite true. Technology apparently stopped working sometimes . . . hell, this contraption had a mind of its own. "Quite right," he agreed whole heartedly. "Even with this device, you have to bloody charge it every so often or it stops working." Who had the time for that?! And it was with strange prongs that you plugged into the wall. How bizarre was that?
She then expressed what appeared to be intrigue at his suggestion of witnessing something stranger tha n this. "Best believe it, love," he began to tell her. "You'll find something stranger every day in this place." He had been here for some time -- though not as long as others -- and he was still finding odd things. "Shall we?" He said, motioning with his hand for her to start walking as he did the same, leading her in the direction of their destination. "Even the food here is quite different," he added, making conversation during their walk. "Have you ever tried a French fry?" He asked, recalling his experience first tasting one. He had to admit, it was rather delicious. A highly strange concept but delicious non the less.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 17:07:42 GMT
fortune it seems HAS SEEN FIT TO SHOW US FAVOR Things were going relatively well for the pirate. Storybrooke would of course have some sort of crisis or another, however they often were victorious and he doubted that this particular instance would be any exception. Besides, he was feeling rather optimistic with things, and it was all because of a certain someone. He had been spending quite some time in her company, now that she had accepted him into her life as more than just some random pirate, and more than just a friend. In fact, he was just leaving her place now . . . well, hers, Henry's, Snows, and David's. Which certainly hindered any alone time he could have with her but it mattered not. One step at a time.
It was night and he was making his way back to the Granny's Bed and Breakfast. It was where he had been residing for the most part, since quite a few of them didn't exactly have the pleasure of a permanent residence. If he had found a way to bring his ship back, then he could have easily lived on that. Sometimes he slept on the bench at the docks to help him feel close to the water. How he missed that. Deciding half way to changed his destination, he made his way to the docks rather than the bed and breakfast. Perhaps he would just spend some time here; the sight, the scent . . . it was all such a strong comfort to the pirate and he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss it. Yet his reason for staying here definitely outweighed his longing for the water.
Arriving at his new destination, he seated himself on the bench and just stared out into the vast water. The moon added a certain beauty to the sight, and he just took it all in. It was so peaceful. So serene. So -- his head abruptly turned behind him as he could have sworn he heard footsteps. The night air was so silent, and well, Killian was sensitive to sounds . . . especially when he felt someone was following him. He rose to his feet, turning around. "Who's there?" He questioned, his voice strong with authority which came with his high ranking position as a pirate. "Show yourself, you coward," he further demanded. Yes. This person was a coward for skulking around in the late hour without revealing themselves. And now, Hook was ready for them.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 16:31:01 GMT
It's Always Nice TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION Hook had enjoyed a rather wild night at the tavern the night before, which, wasn't exactly a rarity for the pirate. He often sought out a tavern whenever they reached land and last night had definitely been the right choice. He had not woken up alone, and was fortunate to leave his rather pleasurable company before she awoke. The sun had just risen and well, he had tired her out quite a bit. He did however, have to wake up his passed our crew mates, and not doing so in a gentle manner. It involved some kicking, and most often, throwing bucket fulls of cold water on them. Either way, it was effective as they all woke up and returned to the Jolly Roger.
As they made preparations to set sail, Hook went to his quarters to change into a fresh blouse, fresh trousers and pulled on his long coat atop. He went over to his table, looking over a map. While he didn't always plan their destination point, he wanted to see where they had gone and where they need to go. He was still searching for his vengeance. And there were still many places to look. With that determination in mind, he quickly went back to the main deck. "Prepare to set sail, lads!" He called out, the crew responding with cheers and ayes. He went up to the steering, and a smile crept onto his lips. While he did have a grand time the previous night, nothing compared to the open sea as this, was his true home.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 16:16:23 GMT
Right Now WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT Fire alarm? What was that? He didn't ask. He only knew that her cooking would have still been by far, better than some of the poor excuse for food he'd had in the past. She also gave him permission to spoil her, something that he would indeed do any chance he got. She was not one who enjoyed the spoils of riches and gold though; with her, it had to be about sentiment. About something that money could not necessarily buy. But all this was set aside as the two shared this intimate moment. She responded to the kiss, and as she pulled away, whispered the same words in return. They were enough to make his heart swell with so much emotion, that he would hardly be surprised if it burst.
He had not wanted her to feel forced to say the words, but they fell from her lips so effortlessly. To know that he was the man she fell in love with and confessed this to . . . well, how could he possibly even begin to express what this meant to him? She meant everything. She was his everything. He just looked at her affectionately, everything he could possibly say in this moment seeming inadequate. Thankfully, she broke the silence and offered words of slight teasing. "Aye," he responded quietly, but with words were sure, confident, not a trace of doubt or hesitation in his mind. He needed to try to collect himself so that he didn't look like some dumbfounded fool . . . even though it already may be too late for that.
He doubted he would ever fully break out of this state, but he finally found the words to speak to return her own. "But I may need some convincing tonight," he added with a playful smile, completely joking of course. He didn't need to think twice about her answer. Despite his tease, he still felt the need to properly assure her that this was what he wanted. She was what he wanted. "To wake up beside you every morning, and fall asleep at your side every night, would be the greatest honor," he told her sincerely. He wanted her to be the first person he saw when he woke up and the last he saw before he went to bed. And now, she was allowing that to happen.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 15:44:06 GMT
you would make ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN She said his name again, and he wondered if she knew just how much it drove him insane with pleasure to hear her call out for him. Each sound she made and in each place their skin touched . . . this entire experience was unlike any other. How could he possibly be with another after this? For now, he wanted her and only her.
The selfish and possessive thought was unsettling, though he once again didn't dwell on it. Not right now. He knew that time would come when he was left alone with his thoughts. But for the time being, he was completely focused on her. Especially since he was reaching that point, and he could feel her body reacting the same. As he throbbed inside of her, he felt her tremble and move and he couldn't withhold himself any longer. With one particularly strong thrust and grunt of sheer pleasure, he finally found his release, spilling himself inside of her.
He couldn't move, consumed and numbed with the euphoria coursing through every fiber of his being. His chest heaved, strongly inhaling and exhaling as he attempted to catch his breath. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, relaxing his shoulders over her, yet not wanting to pull out of her yet. He feared he would loose that feeling of being complete if he withdrew from her . . . and he wasn't ready to let her go. Would he ever be ready? The daunting question once again, was one that would be later considered. For the time being, he just wanted to bask in this pleasurable aftermath.
How could a woman make him feel this way? Was she even aware of what she was doing to him? His lips lightly kissed her neck where he was currently resting his head, still trying to catch his breath and still trying to understand what had happened for that, truly was an earth shattering experience. "Bloody hell, Swan," was all that came out in a breathless, deep voice as his voice held a slightly husky tone due to their actions. He hadn't even thought of the words. He couldn't think of anything right now. He just wanted to continue to feel her body pressed against his, feel the warmth of her center, and taste her skin. He felt addicted and feared the moment she left him . . . the first real fear he had since quite some time.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 15:27:48 GMT
Right Now WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT She told him that he looked amazing and he gave an arrogant smile. "I know," he said with joking arrogance. Once he was inside her apartment he could get a better view of everything. He walked up to the table as she put the flowers in a vase and fill it with water as she explained that there was no occasion, but that she had wanted them to have a nice dinner. Furthermore she said that she had tried to cook something. That brought a smile to Killian's lips for he knew that it was not a frequent occurrence for her to do this . . . and he immensely appreciated the effort and sentiment. He also liked that they were ordering in rather than going out. It was more intimate. Gave them more time to spend alone together.
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad, Swan. Nothing made by your hands could be," he said flirtatiously. Besides, he was used to eating all sorts of rubbish food throughout his adventures in the other realm. He highly doubted her cooking was even remotely near the same poor standard. Besides, he wanted her to know that he was grateful for the attempt. It meant more to him than he could say. She urged him to have a seat and he pulled out the chair for her first so that she could sit before he took his own seat across from her.
She was certainly right about that; there was an abundance of food. His attention was shifted however when she said she had a gift for him. "You really are spoiling me, love," he said with a teasing smile. "But by no means do I want you to stop," he added more jokingly. He proceeded to open the small box, revealing a key. He just stared at it for a moment, for her words were perfectly timed along with the revelation of the gift.
"I was wondering if you wanted to move in with me." He just stared at the key, as if he was in some sort of daze. He knew her better than to think this was some odd joke . . . he also knew that she wouldn't offer this, unless she was completely certain. Which was why he would not ask if she was sure. In fact, he didn't know what to say right now. All words seemed to flee his mind as he just looked at the box and seeing what it symbolized. He was unsure how much time had passed until he looked up at Emma.
"Come here," he requested softly. As she rose to her feet and came over, he gently pulled her toward him so that she was sitting on his lap on a side angle rather than directly forward. He took a few moments to just look at her, his lips curving into a soft smile to match the tone he had just spoke in. Words could not fully describe how much he loved her and this . . . the key, the question, everything . . . it meant the world to him.
He made no attempt to guard his expression and wanted all his love and adoration to be known to her, for right now, words were clearly failing him. His hand went to her cheek, gently caressing it as he continued to lightly smile, his eyes filled with emotion. He had held himself back for quite some time, knowing he shouldn't say those words that could scare her off. That he should keep them to himself, and show her through actions rather than tell her verbally. But right now, in this moment, he couldn't resist. He was only so strong and with what she had just asked him . . . he wanted to -- needed to -- make his feelings known to her.
"I love you, Emma Swan," he told her, using her first and last name. Despite the fact that he most commonly referred to her as the latter, he wanted to use her full name now, to add sentiment and sincerity to his words. He wouldn't even be upset if she didn't return the words; her actions spoke louder. Giving her that out should she need it, he leaned forward, his lips touching hers as he kissed her softly yet passionately. It wasn't an overly heated kiss, but one that matched his words expression his eternal and unconditional love for her.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 14:36:23 GMT
you would make ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN Feeling her move with him, encouraging him, well it only further fueled his actions. Though this was obviously their first time being together, it could have been one of several; for their bodies fell perfectly in sync together. Moving with such ease and compatibility. He found himself utterly entranced by her, and he was unsure as to what the reason was. All he knew was that this wasn't just physical . . . whatever he felt for her was seeping into his heart . . . and that was extremely dangerous. Yet right now, he made no attempt to dwell on it or think too deeply. He was far too engrossed in their current actions; in her.
The sounds she made brought even more pleasure to him, knowing that he was the reason she revealed her current enjoyment in such a way. He wanted to hear more of it; more of her. Even the way she said his name . . . he felt something surge through him at this single but sensual word. And it was not a common feeling for him to be so affected by a woman. All he could do was move deeper into her, building momentum as she met each thrust. His hand went from her waist to her behind, lightly squeezing her to feel whatever part of her he could.
He wanted to touch her; feel her, taste her. For who knows when they would have a moment like this again, and he planned to take full advantage. Time could have stood still or moved quickly. He had no idea. He only knew that he didn't want this to end, though he felt himself growing close to finding that height of ecstasy. And he wanted it to be with her. His lips kissed her deeply, fervently, unable to get enough of it. "Swan," he spoke against her lips, breathless and thickly laced with a mixture of need and passion. He wanted her to find that euphoria with him, but had no control of when he reached it himself . . . she just seemed to have that effect on him.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 14:13:39 GMT
Right Now WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT Things were going wonderfully for the pirate and the princess. Emma had gotten her own place, which allowed them to spend more time together, away from everyone else. Though even while others were there . . . there was still a comfort. It had certainly helped that the two of them were finally finding time to just, be together and get to know each other in ways that time nor circumstance had previously provided.
The level of domesticity was incredibly comfortable and Hook found himself spending more and more time here, with her. With the woman he loved. He knew he was in love with her . . . he'd known it some time ago. He'd not said the words though. He was well aware that he needed to move at a pace that Emma was comfortable with and he would not push nor pressure her to do anything outside of that comfort zone. But each day he saw her, each moment he spent with her, he fell more in love with her.
Tonight, he was going over to her apartment for dinner. He had brought a bouquet of flowers for the occasion, though suspected that this was just a casual dinner where they too advantage of the fact that Henry would be over at Regina's and Emma did not have to work. Just a quiet evening at home, which was often quite needed considering her line of work and how much chaos tended to befall Storybrooke. Dressing in his usual modern attire, he knocked on the door and soon enough, Emma opened it. Killian looked at her, surprised for a moment as his eyes looked over her, his lips slightly parting. When he finally snapped out of it, he softly smiled.
"You look exquisite, Swan" he stated, in awe of her beauty. While she always looked beautiful tonight she was wearing a dress and that was a rather rare occasion. He noticed in the background that she had also set up dinner in a rather . . . romantic way. Candles, a set table . . . was he missing something? He suddenly remembered the flowers and extended them to her as he stepped inside her home. "All this for me, eh?" He said teasingly, taking in the sight of the setting and the mood it created. "Is there an occasion I should be made aware of and therefore be asking your forgiveness for not remembering?" He asked, only half kidding because . . . well, this was certainly a surprise. A wonderfully pleasant one at that, but still a surprise.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 1, 2014 18:00:03 GMT
a woman AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU DESERVES MY FULL AND PROMPT ATTENTION She told him that he had better make it worth her while and he merely smirked, knowing that he would. Both with payment and with . . . well, experience. She took his arm and urged him to lead the way, and he easily did so, outside the tavern.
He could have gone to one of the rooms upstairs, however knowing that her bodyguards were downstairs and would most likely interrupt them . . . he had to make a wiser decision. So he went with taking her to his ship, which conveniently was not far from here. Women were often impressed with the Jolly Roger. He would have to find out if she was the exception and if so, then, he would find something else for her to be impressed by.
"Tell me, gypsy have you ever been on a ship before?" He knew that gypsies tended to be more land people, so he inquired as to whether she had traveled over the water. "If not, then tonight is your lucky night." They were not much further now. "For I am no ordinary pirate. I am Captain of the Jolly Roger," be boasted, proud of the reputation both he and the ship had gained.
"More commonly know as Hook," he added, with an arrogant smile. "Perhaps you've heard of me?" His words were meant to impress her and to also give her an idea of where they were going right now. A place where her posse would not so easily find them -- or so he hoped.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 1, 2014 17:40:07 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON;
NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE She agreed with his words about not giving a damn about what this Blue Fairy thought. It was clear that Tinkerbell valued her opinion and yet, Hook was trying to convince her to let the woman be; that she did not need to conform to fairy norms. She should just be herself, whoever that was. She then spoke of her tree house, and Hook raised an eyebrow in intrigue.
"Treehouse eh?" He questioned with a smile. "Now this I must see." She was living in a treehouse?! How fitting for a fairy. "Alas, another theory that needs to be tested, regarding whether your treehouse is indeed more well suited for our rather vigorous activities compared to my ship." The last theory that had been tested as an oh so fun one. This one would be more enjoyable as well. "We'll have to explore that further," he added, and he was quite looking forward to it.
She then seemed to remember the current state of the Smee, realizing that she had knocked him unconscious. "Smee? He'll be fine," Hook reassured her. "He's probably made his way back on the ship. Lad didn't want to leave in the first place. He's a bit of a coward, but he's a loyal one." Meaning, that he would follow Hook, and accept any decision he made . . . or guest he entertained on the Jolly Roger.
She then assured him that the rum helped with the pain and he smirked at this, though it was at least good to hear that she didn't feel pain. Meant they could do this again soon. "Rum has a tendency to aid with all sorts of things," he stated confidently. "And often leads to rather, pleasurable outcomes." Like this. Lying next to her in the aftermath of their wonderful actions.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 1, 2014 17:04:17 GMT
Emma? WHO'S EMMA? I ONLY SEE YOU He felt her use her knees and feet push down his pants, and it proved just how flexible she was, and putting such flexibility to use. Once his pants reached his ankles, he did the rest and kicked them off, no longer having any clothing covering him . . . just as she did not have any.
Hearing the glorious sounds she made mid kiss, and the sensation it caused . . . made his already abundant desire, intensify. How that was even possible at this moment, he had no idea. He continued to kiss her with fervent need, continuing to enjoy her taste as he felt himself ready for her once more. It helped that he was already inside of her right now.
His hand went to her cheek as he continued to kiss her, his lower body pushing forward as he thrust inside of her, not bothering to take his time or be slow. What he did however do was stop when he felt her growing close, waiting for that feeling of being so near her bliss to ebb away. "And you said you didn't want this," he teased, speaking against her lips. His words weren't without truth, but he also wasn't saying this to ruin the mood. And he ensured his next words prevented that from happening.
"Best you tell me what it is you do want, so I can give it to you." To be wanted was . . . well, something Hook had been rejected of lately. He was not dwelling on it right now, for Tink was doing an excellent job of distracting him. He was however, longing to hear her speak of what she wanted; to hear words rather than just see actions. The combination of both, would be quite enjoyable to experience.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 1, 2014 15:43:46 GMT
you would make ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN He felt her legs wrap around him, adding pressure to their centers. It wasn't until he felt her stroke his already sensitive region, that it was becoming too much to bare. He sharply inhaled, sucking in a breath at the sensation of her touch down there. He was already aching so much for her, and feeling her touch him . . . intensified that longing all the more. He felt himself touch her center, as she seemed to be taking care of all the navigating -- ironic, considering he was the one that was a pirate.
Still, he had no complaints. He was rather enjoy this unique experience of the woman taking control like this . . . and he knew he shouldn't be the least bit surprised considering who he was on top of right now. He felt her shift her position to make it easier for him, and he could no longer restrain himself. He needed her, in every aspect of the word. Feeling her readiness for him, and obviously he was more than ready, he then pushed forward, entering her. The pleasure of being inside her was enough to cause him to heavily exhale as he breathed against her mouth. Her own moaning sound caused a rather pleasurable reaction through the kiss, and found himself longing to hear her again.
He waited a moment, giving her the time to adjust to his size and the feeling of him being inside of her, but alas, he could only wait so long. He pushed forward again, in a long drawn out thrust as he moved deeper inside of her. It caused another quiet, breathy grunt of pleasure, as he did it again. And then again. He was starting to build momentum as he also wished to savor this moment. His hand fell to her waist, helping her move against him and this new pace he set, though she clearly did not need his help. It felt incredible to be inside of her . . . and for the first time in a long time, he finally felt complete, not even realizing he hadn't been so for all this time, until now.
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