Forgiveness | By : Emma-The-Savior-Swan Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 6489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Jefferson pulled away from Emma reluctantly to take a breath. She smiled up at him, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed. He rested his forehead against hers and her eyes slid shut. She moved her arms from his neck and wrapped them around his waist. Jefferson voiced his thoughts: "You are magic, Emma." She opened her eyes and giggled breathily. "You ain't seen nothin' yet." She asserted. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Grace isn't going to be back tonight, right?" Emma questioned. Jefferson lifted his head from hers but kept his grip on her hips. "Um, no...no, she's at that sleepover..." "Good. Now why don't you help me find your bedroom in this huge place?" "Emma - " "Save it. I don't want to hear that we shouldn't rush things. I don't want you to ask me if I'm sure. You're right. I'm drawn to you. And I'll be damned if I'm letting this stop here." Jefferson smiled and led her upstairs and down an ornate hallway. Another time, Emma would stop to wonder at the ostentatious and unusual decor, but presently, her focus was only on him. "Here we are." He said, opening a heavy, dark door. Emma strode into the bedroom, putting a seductive sway in her hips. Jefferson followed, captured those taunting hips, and spun her around to face him. He pressed his lips to hers once more, pushing his tongue against them, begging for entry. Emma acquiesced, parting her lips and allowing him to explore every bit of her mouth as her tongue twisted with his. He reached down to the hem of her shirt and tugged it off, breaking contact for the briefest of moments. As he went back to kissing her, Emma fiddled with his scarf. It finally fell to the floor and Jefferson removed his lips from hers. She knew the problem immediately. Emma reached up and traced the thick, pink scar with her finger. Jefferson sighed. She planted a tender kiss on his neck, right over it. He looked down at her self-consciously. "We all have scars. No matter what kind they are. They tell our story, Jefferson. Make us human." At that, Jefferson captured her lips again while she went to work on his vest. He divested her of her tank top and bra while she was still unbuttoning his shirt. She huffed impatiently and broke from him. "Why do you have so much on?" He laughed. "Let me help." Emma stood back and admired the sight of his overworked fingers deftly undoing the rest of the buttons of his shirt and then slipping off his undershirt. Once he finished, he looked up at her. Her chest was heaving and slightly reddened by the friction from his clothes. Her breasts, firm and pert, looked to be the perfect size for his hands. Her abdomen was flat and taught. "You're flawless." He breathed. Emma blushed. "Not so bad yourself." She complimented, her eyes raking over his toned biceps and well-defined abs. She moved towards him against and pressed her body against his. He moaned at the contact of her soft flesh on his lightly haired skin. He moved them next to the bed and then lifted her into his arms. "Jefferson!" She squealed in shock. He then laid her out, gently, reverently, as if she were a goddess. Her golden hair strewn upon the pillows, her breasts rising and falling with her shallow breaths, her sea-colored eyes shining up at him, he easily could believe she was one. He moved to the foot of the bed and slid off her boots. He crawled onto the bed and removed her jeans, then her panties. "Oh, Emma..." He couldn't find words to describe the beauty he beheld. She smiled and drew his body over hers, finding his lips for another kiss. His lips traveled over her cheek, and neck, and finally to her breast. He took one rosy, erect nipple into his mouth, laving his tongue over it and biting at it gently. Emma gasped and buried her hand in his hair, holding him in place. His hand moved to caress her other breast, and at this added sensation, Emma groaned. He then switched the positions of his mouth and hand, determined to give both sides equal attention. When he had finished that, he moved back up to her mouth, kissing her with unhidden hunger. She reached down to unfasten his pants and once she did, he assisted by slipping them off. Emma then noticed the highly impressive tent he was pitching with his boxers and tugged at the waistband. "You're not very patient, are you Emma?" "No. You've seen me. I want to see you." She told him. He didn't think it possible, but he became even further aroused by her desire to behold him. He pulled his boxers down and tossed them aside. Pride shot through him as he saw Emma's eyes widen. "God..." She breathed. Jefferson chuckled. He wasn't expecting her to reach out and take his erection in her hand. He groaned at the contact. "Emma..." She moved her hand languidly up and down his length. "Give me a second to...appreciate this. I sort of thought men like you only existed in romance novels." "You'll have plenty of time to appreciate it, Emma, but you don't want me getting too close too soon, do you?" She pulled her hand away. "You're right. I want to really feel you." "Do we need...?" Jefferson awkwardly trailed off, knowing that even if she answered in the affirmative, he didn't have any sort of protection available. Thankfully, she shook her head "no." He then straddled her, positioning himself at her entrance, feeling her juices coat his head. "You want me," he stated, sounding almost surprised. Emma laughed. "Of course I do." She replied. He smiled down at her, looking her in the eye as he entered her. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size - she hadn't been exaggerating earlier - and then began to thrust. He was going torturously slow. Emma bucked her hips to encourage him on. "God, Jefferson." She groaned. He kept a tight grip on her hips and picked up the pace. No words passed between them, only gaps and moans, cries of each other’s names. He could feel her walls tightening around him and knew she was close. He reached down and rubbed circles on her clit to help her along. "Come for me, Emma." He whispered in her ear. She did as he said, her body quivering as she fell down a rabbit hole of pleasure. He followed soon after, whispered her name again and again. His body relaxed on top of hers and he buried his head in her neck. Once their breathing had returned to normal, he rolled onto his side and pulled her against him, her back to his chest. "Emma." He said into her hair. "Beautiful, magical Emma." She simply smiled and pulled his arm around her waist.
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