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“I look like a fool in this atrocious thing.” Killian grumbled, spreading his arms to show off the monstrosity that was his Christmas sweater.
A metallic green tree next to a sparkling snowman, all on a background of bright red. The sleeves and trim were red and white stripes, reminiscent of a candy cane.
Emma wore a matching sweater.
“You, however, look like a present just waiting to be unwrapped.” Killian's eyes moved appreciatively over Emma’s form. “Why don’t we stay in love? I can guarantee you will have a lot more fun than at Dave’s and Mary Margaret’s ugly sweater party.”
“As tempting as that offer might be, we did promise we’d bring the dessert to the party. So you’ll just have to wait a little bit longer.”
Emma had been kind enough to bake butter rum mocha sandwich cookies with caramel filling.
Killian had helped a little, at least, when he hadn’t been squeezing her butt, kissing her neck, or licking batter off of her fingers.
Emma was amazed that none of the batches had gotten burnt, with the amount of times she had surrendered to Killian for a quick thrill.
Killian seemed to have amazing self control, the way he would pull out of Emma long enough to get a hot pad and take out the cookies. While that batch rested, he would slip back into Emma and continue their dance until her toes were curling.
Ever the gentleman, he had insisted on cleaning the kitchen while Emma had a soak in the hot bath.
Of course, he had eventually joined her. And had insisted on washing every inch of Emma’s body. Taking an extra long time on her most intimate areas.
On the way to the party, Emma noticed Killian kept taking his eyes off the road and looking at her.
He gestured to an area on the side of the road where there was enough space to park the car, and the foliage would cover the windows. “I would love to take a quick moment and show you how incredible you look. I promise not to ruin your makeup. There are other places on your body I could ruin with my lips.” He smirked.”
“Easy tiger, I know you all too well. We pull over and we’ll never make it to the party. So how about I give you a preview of your Christmas present instead.”
Emma had the forethought to pack her lipstick and hairbrush in her bag and to do her hair in a simple manner by just letting it flow down. She needed to get Killian to the party and knew he would stall them if she didn’t have a way to occupy his mind.
Or rather, his manhood.
“Keep your eyes on the road.” She whispered intimately in his ear and her fingers expertly undid the fastening of his pants.
“Bloody hell, Swan, your mouth is a miracle.” Killian groaned as Emma's lips surrounded his member. It took great effort not to allow his eyes to drift shut. Especially when Emma pressed her tongue to a particularly sensitive area that sent the best sensations through him.
His knuckles turned white from his grip on the steering wheel. He wanted to bury his hands in Emma's soft hair. Her blonde head bobbing up and down over his groin was a difficult temptation to resist.
“I'm going to lick your sweet clit all night, I swear it.” He vowed.
Emma didn't bother to answer. She stayed focused on giving Killian’s organ attention.
Just as they were nearing Mary Margaret and David's driveway, Emma sucked with all of her force and Killian exploded into her mouth.
Swallowing it down and licking around the area, she then reached into the glove compartment for the napkins stored there.
Allowing him to regain his composure, Emma cleaned Killian up and refastened his pants.
Using the vanity mirror to reapply her lipstick, Emma caught Killian looking at her with intense adoration.
“Do you think you'll be sated till we get home?” She asked him with a smile.
“Not even close, love.” First chance I get, I'm pulling you into an empty room and putting my head between your thighs.”
The way he said it, Emma knew he was fighting with himself to not do it right then and there.
Giggling, Emma quickly grabbed the cookies and hurried to the door, with Killian right behind her nearly instantly.
Waiting for the door to open, Killian took the opportunity to place his hand on Emma's ass and give it a firm squeeze.
The door opened and Killian immediately put on his persona of being a respectable gentleman.
Only Emma knew of the scoundrel that waited just beneath the surface.
The only hint of existence being when Killian growled quietly in her ear, “The moment we can leave, we're going home. I plan to open my present tonight.”
The blatant hunger in his eyes, and the way he was staring at her, told Emma she was the present he planned to open.
A shiver of arousal went through her, and she calculated when would be a good time she and Killian would be able to leave the party.
Unfortunately for Emma and Killian’s labidos, they were dragged off in separate directions.
Killian was recruited to help the guys set up tables and chairs, while Emma was dragged to the kitchen to arrange the food on fancy platters.
Then their return to each other’s side was delayed further when David and Liam practically demanded his thoughts on a call made during a game.
“Those refs are either blind or they’re being bribed.” Liam accused.
“Cameras don’t lie, the other team clearly fouled. Those refs should have called it.”
Neither man noticed that Killian was barely paying them any attention. His eyes mostly stayed on Emma.
“Killian looks like he wants to devour you whole.” Ruby grinned. “I'm honestly surprised the two of you are not in bed right now, twisting together like a pretzel."
“I had to promise him that we would spend the rest of the week until New Years in bed if he would stay for a few hours at the Christmas party. I didn't want to have to explain to Mary Margaret why I couldn't bring my butter rum mocha cookies this year.”
“That would have been kind of awkward. “Sorry MM, but my boyfriend has me in bed and my legs are too shaky to leave.”
With Killian, that was a real possibility. The man seemed to have a need to make Emma weak from orgasms.
“The way he’s staring at you right now, he looks like he’s about to pin you to the nearest service and ravage you.”
Emma looked up and sure enough, Killian’s intense stare left little doubt about what was on his mind.
Putting an end to his conversation by simply agreeing with both men, Killian briskly walked over to Emma.
Taking her in his arms, he whispered in her ear, “Once you get some food in you, I am whisking you away. You can retrieve your dish after New Year.”
As much as Emma loved spending time with her friends, Killian’s erotic promises were a hard temptation to resist.
Still, it was fun to tease him.
“Don’t you want to stay for the white elephant gift exchange?”
“Do you think I care about the ridiculous items everyone brought when I know what you’re wearing underneath that hideous sweater?”
Emma pretended to be scandalized. “Were you watching me get dressed, you naughty boy?”
“You bloody well know I was. And you know I saw you slip on those panties that are nothing but string. If I reached into your jeans, I could snap them off of you right now.”
Pressing his forehead to hers, he nearly moaned, “I need to get my hands on your bare flesh, and hear you scream out my name when I take you to the heights of pleasure.”
Killian’s words made liquid heat flood Emma’s nether regions. She was almost tempted to let him take her right then and there.
Luckily for Emma’s sanity, and sense of decency, Mary Margaret announced that the white elephant gift exchange was cancelled.
“I’m afraid the two border collie puppies David got me decided that all of the silly items were their chew toys.”
“They’re not trained yet. It’s my fault for not putting the items up where the puppies couldn’t get them.” David said, coming to the defence of his true love and their new dogs.
No one was upset. Most everyone thought it was pretty hilarious.
Emma and Killian saw it as fate allowing them to leave the party without the questions or knowing looks.
Not wanting to be rude, Emma and Killian did offer to help with the cleanup, but were shooed away.
“Leroy and them can help clean up, since they’ll be taking the leftovers home with them. You two go enjoy the rest of your Christmas Eve. And remember, you’re welcome to stop by anytime.”
Giving a quick goodbye to Liam and David, Emma and Killian headed out to enjoy their own festivities.
Killian was tempted to push the cat past its speed limit, but he wanted to get Emma home safe. He also didn’t want their enjoyable activities to be delayed by them getting pulled over for speeding.
He let out the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding when he finally got their vehicle parked.
Using one arm to wrap around Emma and hold her tightly to him, he used the other to unlock their door, and once entered, shut it and locked it back up again. Sealing himself and his Swan safely away to have a very Merry Christmas Eve.
The two wasted no time getting their ridiculous sweaters off.
Admiring the view before him, Killian said, “There is something truly erotic about a woman wearing a little bit of fabric over her breasts when she is in jeans.”
“You think there is something erotic about everything I wear, especially when I’m not wearing anything at all.”
“You have a point there, love. I could spend an eternity admiring you in any way of dress, or undress.”
Pulling her to the bedroom, Killian showed Emma how he had made up the bed while she was getting ready.
“How did you find bed sheets with mistletoe all over them?”
“I ordered them custom made months ago.”
“You didn't have to go to all of that trouble. It's not like we need incentive to have our lips all over each other.”
“It's more festive this way. Plus, I get to kiss any place where an image of mistletoe lands.”
Killian planned on spending the rest of the night between Emma’s legs.
Emma was more than willing and eager to let Killian do whatever he wanted with her.
Pushing her onto the bed, his skilled hands deftly unfastened her pants and pulled them off of her shapely legs.
“Yes, this view is much better.” He said with awe as he stared at Emma stretched out on the bed wearing the tiniest white bra and panties. Both of which had snowflakes all over them.
“Is this the view you prefer?” She said, then rolled over into her stomach, showing off her ass that had nothing but a thin string going down the middle of it. “Or do you prefer this view?”
Killian bent over her and licked a long stripe over a plump cheek.
Moving his hands over the flesh, he said, “I prefer both. And I plan to enjoy both lovely views tonight.”
Covering her body with his own, he tilted her head back to claim her lips.
Emma could feel Killian’s still clothed hardness cradled against her backside.
“Are you going to remove your pants? I need to feel you inside me.”
“Patience, love.” He whispered against her lips. “You’ll be getting my fingers and my tongue before you get my cock.”
“I’ve already had your cock tonight, remember?” Emma giggled.
“Aye, I remember, love. That’s why you deserve extra attention.”
Killian caught sight of their reflection in the mirror by the bed. Him wearing only his jeans on top of Emma wearing only a couple of pieces of fabric. He wanted to burn the image that they made in his mind for all eternity.
Keeping his eyes on Emma’s figure in the mirror, Killian slipped his fingers under the fabric covering her center.
“Already wet for me. Have you been needing me the way I’ve been needing you?”
“You know I have.” Emma answered with a breathy moan.
Killian found her little bud and slowly circled his fingers over it. Unable to help himself, he ground his clothes manhood against her in a similar rhythm.
“I’ve always wanted to make an angel come for Christmas. And tonight I want to make her come multiple times.”
Emma gasped as a sweet wave washed over her. Killian smiled at the sound and at the heat that flooded his fingers.
With his free hand he unclasped her bra and freed her breasts. Cupping a mound, he used his thumb to stroke her nipple while his fingers continued to circle her clit. Pressing his lips to her neck, he whispered, “I love watching you when pleasure takes you. A man can find paradise just by watching you climax.”
The second wave that hit her was stronger than the previous one and caused Emma to cry out in euphoria.
Reluctantly, he moved off of her then gently rolled her onto her back. Taking a moment to enjoy the vision before him, Killian deftly moved her underwear down her legs, then tossed them to the side.
Moving her to the edge of the bed, he pushed her legs apart, then knelt down, draping each leg over each shoulder.
Emma breathed heavily as Killian continued to stroke her swollen sensitive bud, but this time with his tongue.
“Your tongue is my second favorite Christmas present, after your cock.” Emma groaned out.
Instead of answering, Killian placed his lips around her clit and sucked hard.
Only Killian’s firm hold on her kept her in place when her back arched off of the bed and she cried out her third release.
A few gentle licks sent aftershocks of pleasure through her.
Her body feeling warm and boneless, Emma reached out to Killian.
As Emma pulled him over her, he took the opportunity to lick his path to her lips, stopping to mouth thoroughly over her breasts and her neck, before finally claiming her mouth with his own.
While Killian was busy with her neck, Emma took the opportunity to open his pants.
“Minx. Are you eager for my cock?”
“You know I am.”
Using her legs to get his jeans completely off, both Emma and Killian smiled at one another. Pleased to finally be completely naked together.
Stroking her hair from her face and looking into her eyes, Killian whispered, “Best gift a man could ask for, then took her lips, delving his tongue into her mouth as he slid himself into her wet hot core.
Killian’s hands explored all over Emma’s body. While Emma, completely blissed out, could only muster enough strength to splay her hands on Killian’s back.
With every pump, he vowed to stop worshiping the incredible woman beneath him. His aim was true. He found the perfect angle to ensure she continued to be lost in pleasure.
Bodies primed, they held each other tight as they reached ultimate release.
Wave after wave of pleasure pulsated from their core to wash over their entire beings.
Coming down from their high, they continued to kiss and caress one another.
Taking a moment of rest before resuming their night of passion, they whispered words of affection.
“Merry Christmas, Emma.”
“Merry Christmas, KIllian.”