by Dark Angel
"Hey, you know it's pretty late." I look out at the swaying trees.
"Yeah, I should go." He thinks I'm cueing him to leave.
"No, Leo.” I grab his hand. “I want you to stay with me. Please, stay the night." It's inappropriate to ask a detective to stay the night with you, but I've gone out on a limb and I wonder how he'll respond. There’s nothing more that I would like this evening than for him to stay with me and to continue to feel comforted.
"Yes, Elena, of course; I'll stay with you. I was just waiting for you to ask."
With that, he pulls me into a heated kiss, revealing unspoken words as the wind whips against the windows and the rain begins to fall. He only breaks the kiss to carry me to bed.
Leo
I'm lying next to Elena in her bed. The storm is raging outside, thunder crashing in the distance. The trees are bending so hard it looks like they might break. It’s not helping my train of thought to have such darkness descending outside.
I take in my surroundings. Her bedroom is decorated to the nines. She’s got great taste, another thing to love about her. Her soft covers smell like flowers or something. Everything about her smells good. Her hair is always so full, and her perfume just entrances me. She’s sleeping soundly, but I can’t get my mind off of this case. I just keep running the logistics in my brain, trying to find a way to keep Elena safe. What am I missing that means this stalker is still out there on the loose? I have to catch him. Looking at Elena, and how beautiful and perfect she is, I realize that I just have to put this guy away forever so that we can move on with our lives. There hasn’t been a day that I’ve been with her that I haven’t been on edge about needing to settle this case. There's no way I can sleep with all this on my mind. I will figure something out.
I decide to step into her bathroom so that I don't wake her when I call Bobbi. There are little bottles and decorations and shit that I think is so cute of Elena to have. She's got a couple bras and panties hanging around too, which I can't help but notice. I love getting to know everything about her life. This is so new to me because I’ve never cared about what a woman’s bathroom looks like. I must be whipped.
I call Bobbi and keep my head in the game.
"Hey, so what'd you find?"
"Nothing, man. The prints we got don't match anyone in the system so far. Also, we can't seem to find Darius; it's like he dropped off the face of the planet."
"Fuck, Bobbi. This isn’t good."
"I know, I know. But we've got a lot of manpower on this thing, and we’re pouring all of our resources into it like you asked. And we're gonna get ‘em, okay? It’s just a matter of time now."
"Yeah, right. If you say so." As if she can give me any guarantees.
"I did go ahead and interview Barry, even though he's not a prime suspect. I thought it would be wise to do it without you there."
"You have no idea how good of a call that was."
"He’s an asshole for sure, but he seems harmless enough. I know you two don't like each other, but he's not our guy I don't think. Don't worry, before you say it, I took his prints and his alibi just in case."
"Alright, that's good. But, Bobbi, come on, you gotta round up Darius. And think outside the box. I swear if this gets worse I’m gonna come down hard on everybody. If she gets hurt, Bobbi, I’ll just lose my mind.
"Okay, okay. I know. Talk soon."
I hang up and just as I do there’s a sound that I never want hear . . . Elena is screaming. Fuck! What now? Did something happen just as I was making a phone call?
I run into her room and see her in bed still asleep, sweat covering her body, and she's having a nightmare. I don't know what I can do to help. If only I could enter her dreams, I would and I'd make sure she only ever dreamed of me. I don’t want my woman suffering like this. She must be so upset about this whole thing. My reaction is total fucking caveman brain. Protect woman. Crush bad guy that hurts woman. But I want to soothe Elena, so I gently wake her so as not to startle her more.
"It's okay. It's okay, Elena. Wake up.” I shake her gently, wanting to pull her back to reality with me. “It's just a dream." I hold her limp body in my arms. She's terrified.
"Oh, Leo! You have no idea how bad it was. He was killing me, Leo. He was killing me!"
"Shhh, it's okay. I'm never gonna let that happen."
"No, Leo! He's gonna win. I can feel it. I might die over this thing, and then I'll never see you again. It’ll all be over for me,” she wails frantically.
"Listen, baby, I’m with you all the time. I have this situation covered. My guys are all over it. It's what I do. He's never gonna touch you, okay? I'll always be there. You gotta believe me. You’re not alone."
I try to reassure her, but she just sobs into my shoulder. I let her weep. She needs to get it out. But slowly, I talk her down and she begins to soothe. I want to make the world right for her again. I want to put the power back in her hands. My woman should never be worried like this when I'm around.
"Elena, I promise you, I will put this thing to bed, soon. He will be locked away forever, and you will never have another nightmare again. Stay with me. It's okay. Just stay here in this moment with me."
She looks longingly into my eyes, and I can't help but kiss her. I kiss her passionately, wanting her to know that things will always get better. And, most of all, that I will always keep my promises to her. I am utterly devoted to this woman and because of that, this guy will suffer for what he's done. Of that I am sure.
Elena
I’m glad to be safe in bed under my comforter, away from the horrific nightmare I just experienced. The wind outside is picking up, and it probably will rain. On such a dreary and overcast night, I feel comforted by the fact that I’m safely inside with the man I adore.
Why am I letting this stalker get to me to the point that I’m having nightmares over it? I guess it’s seeped further into my subconscious than I realized. To have someone threatening me is no small thing, and I’ve known that, but I had no idea how far down the fear really went. It’s terrifying to think of leaving my house and having something happen. Leo’s promised to catch him, and I hope that is true. It’s the only way I can sleep soundly again.
Of course, having Leo stay the night with me helps. I’m sure if he wasn’t here, I’d be up all night, worried and looking out of the window for any possible signs of danger. This whole thing has been like a raincloud, hanging over my head and dampening the fun I could be having with Leo. I mean, trust me, he is fun. But when the fear of this unknown criminal rises in my chest, then it’s hard to forget what’s been going on.
Leo comes into my room with a tray of tea and two shots of whiskey.
“To take the edge off,” he says with a wink.
“Sounds good to me.”
He places the tray down on the bed, and I prepare my tea the way I like it with almond milk and honey. It warms me up and helps fear to subside. I’ve got to stop thinking about my stalker.
“To us—” Leo holds up a shot glass for me, and I clink it with his and let it flow down my throat. He’s right, it takes the edge off and calms my nerves.
What I’ve been through so far is traumatic, and I feel so vulnerable to the whims of some psycho. I don’t want Leo to see me like this. I wish he could just see my happy side. But my happy side has been gone as of late. In fact, the only thing I’ve been happy about has been Leo. And that is definitely worth celebrating.
“You make me happy,” I say. “In the midst of all this trauma, I’m glad I have you.”
He gives me that genuine grin, and I can see he’s pleased by what I’ve said. He plants a tender kiss on my lips and arouses my passion.
I’m grateful he’s being so good about all this chaos. After all, he is my detective. Most guys would’ve run from this . . . But not Leo. He’s barely left my side since everything began. This, I think, is the sign of a true man… Someone who will stay through adversity and not get scared away by it. In light of that, it makes me
want to pull him into my arms so that I can hold him tightly and breathe in his masculine smell. I love to hear the steady beat of his heart. He lets me cling to him, and the rise and fall of his chest comforts me.
“I want to catch this bastard, Elena.” He sighs in frustration.
“It’s all I can think about . . . besides you, of course.”
“Awww, thanks, honey. That’s really nice.” I can tell he’s discouraged that this mess isn’t behind us yet. I want to take his mind off things, but I don’t know how.
“I won’t be content until you’re safe.”
“I know, me either. But just being here in your arms makes me feel better.”
“It does?” he asks like it’s the greatest thing I could’ve said. I know he wants to fix everything.
“Yes! Of course, it does. You’ve been my strength throughout this whole thing. I’d really be lost without you.”
I sip on my tea and lean back on my soft, oversized pillows while Leo sits at the side of the bed. We look into each other’s eyes, talking into the darkness, with the crescent moon shining enough light into my bedroom window that I can see the rugged outline of his face.
“I want you to know that I’m always thinking about you,” he says. “And I think about us.”
“You do? You think about us?” I say inquisitively.
“You’re not just some girl to me. I’m really starting to care about you, Elena.”
My heart skips a beat. “You are?”
“Of course! You’ve gotta know I worship the ground you walk on.”
This statement makes me excited. He thinks about us, as in long term?
“No, I didn’t know that. I mean, I hoped, but I didn’t know for sure.”
“Well, it’s true. You’re amazing.” His gaze is intense but wonderful as I can see he’s sincere. “You are so fucking gorgeous, but what I love is that you’re also so smart, and funny, and kind. You’re my angel, the whole package, and I never want to let you go. Okay?”
Tears well up in my eyes now, and he wipes them away with his thumb. “Don’t cry. It’s a good thing.”
“I know,” I weep softly. “They’re tears of happiness.” I try to laugh it off.
“Come on, tell me what’s really going on with you. I want to be a part of it.”
“Okay, well, it’s just that I’ve never met a man like you. You’re so strong and wonderful, and you give me butterflies, like, all the time. I never want to lose you. But I’m afraid because of everything going on. And I’m afraid because of my track record of not being lucky in love. And mostly, I’m afraid that you’re not real… that this is just some kind of momentary dream. What if you go away and this whole thing ends? I’d be devastated, Leo. I really would.”
He stares deeply into my eyes. “You will never lose me, understand?”
He seems intent on having me know this. “How can I prove it to you?”
“I don’t know.” Tears flow down my face.
“Trust, okay? Just try to trust what we have. I promise it’ll be okay.”
“Alright,” I say, trying to manage a smile.
He kisses me passionately as if this will let me know the depth of his feelings and that I will never lose him, as he has said.
The wind whirls making whistling sounds in the sky and the moon has disappeared, covered by the overcast.
“Trust me, Elena, please.”
He gets up and lights the candles around my room, so that the mood is very romantic. He plays some gentle music on his phone, and I calm down even more.
By the candlelight I see him more clearly now. He takes off his shirt and his pants and stands naked in front of me. His cock is fully erect and the sight of it turns me on. I move back against my pillows so that he can take the tray from my lap. He sits beside me again and begins to trail soft kisses down my neck. Very gently he raises my hands above my head and pulls my slip over my head to reveal my nakedness. My nipples are hard for him, and he toys with them. He gently licks and sucks my breasts so that my nipples harden even more under his tongue. When he’s got his fill of that, he makes his way down my torso.
“Trust me,” he says again. “You are the only thing that matters. I will keep you safe.”
He places little kisses over my flat stomach and gently bites the skin. He uses his large hand to uncross my legs, and he begins to finger me. I become wet for him, and he casts me a knowing look.
Slowly, he moves lower down my body and dips his head down. I stare at his full head of wavy hair and feel him take my clit in his mouth. He tongues me gently at first and then more aggressively he sucks on it, as if he wants to taste all of me. I feel his devotion as he commits to the task at hand. The sensation of his full lips makes me feel warm and pulsations start to move throughout my body. He’s circling and licking my most sensitive part, and I arch my back and raise my hips to meet him.
This gives him the cue to plunge his tongue into the depth of my pussy.
Outside the rain begins to fall and the thunderstorm rolls in. The candles flicker, and the music plays, but all the while Leo keeps pleasuring me.
His hands are under my ass so I’m propped up and he can have better leverage. He’s going down on me now in such a way that I’ve never had before. This is new to have a man show such affection for me like this. Normally, they kind of seem to do it out of obligation and it never feels right, and I usually have to fake an orgasm. Not here, not with Leo. He is very skilled and this is happening.
He moves his tongue back and forth over my clit, just tonguing it, and it feels too intense. I try to pull my clit back into hiding, but he flicks it out again. It’s as if he’s demanding my submission through this most intimate act. I’m willing to give it to him, but my body won’t respond. My body is getting too worked up and I feel that deep release that will make me explode.
Leo increases his movements, and I grab his hair to pull him in deeper. He sucks my clit until finally, I can’t contain it anymore. I release a cry as he takes me to my climax. “Oh, Leo, fuck no! Fuck.” My muscles freeze, and time stands still. He looks up at me smiling and comes up for a kiss, where I taste myself on his mouth.
I try to wiggle out of his grip as the sensations in me are too great. But he kisses me and twists my nipples, taunting me for more. I breathe hard, trying to recover.
“That was . . . amazing,” I tell him. “I’ve never had a guy do that, you know, so well.”
He smiles proudly, and then he says, “Looks like you’ve been missing out, and we need to make up for lost time.”
Lightning kisses the night sky as the trees bend to the will of the wind, and I’m bending here to the will of Leo.
He inserts his big fingers into my now soaking pussy and begins fingering me again, gently at first and then harder and harder. He’s gonna make this last.
“I want to make you come again.”
“Wait, what? Leo, no, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Just focus.” He seems intent on making sure I experience the maximum amount of pleasure.
His fingers move with expertise, circling me inside, and pressing upon the deepest place inside of me. It feels so fucking good and this time I know I will come profoundly from my g-spot.
The sensations rise and fall as he teases me with his fingers. When he knows I want more, he lets up. When he knows I want less, he pushes for it harder. Each time he does this my sensitivity increases, causing me to want to come harder than ever before.
He twists my nipples with his other hand and with every turn the vibration in my body heats up. When I think I can take no more, he places his mouth upon my clit while continuing to finger me. This motion does it. A couple flicks of his tongue and I’m lost.
“Oh, God! Leo, fuck. No, no, no. FUCK!”
I come hard, my body trembling. I cry out for him to stop, but he fingers me until there’s nothing left and he knows he has me spent. I ride a high like I’ve never experienced before.
He comes up for air
next to me with a satisfied grin on his face as he looks at me. I moan and try to catch my breath. Beads of sweat trail along my stomach. My pussy is covered in cum.
“I expect you to do that every time,” he says, laughing.
“God, Leo,” I pant, breathlessly. “No. That was too intense. Too much.”
His eyes sharpen and he commands, “I’m always gonna be too much for you, so you might as well get used to it.”
I surrender with no energy left to oppose him. His arms wrap tightly around me in a hug, and his giant leg is swings over my entire body, making me unable to move but feeling safe and warm.
“I love being with you like this,” I whisper. “It’s like you’re big enough to contain all my stuff, all of my issues.” And it feels like that. With his body wrapped over me, I’m like a sponge soaking up his essence and his love. I just need him. He calms me down. He demands surrender from me, but I can trust him, and he makes everything better.
The rains whips against all the windows, and my senses are heightened after he satisfied me so much.
Through our embrace, I feel his hard cock at full erection. Shit. He wants to fuck me, and I want him too. At this point, I’ve come really hard, but I haven’t got what I want most from him which is for him to be inside me. My body is aching for it. I want to be fucked.
And he doesn’t disappoint because he soon recognizes that gleam in my eyes, and he gets on top of me. He takes my hands above my head and holds them there with one strong arm. His cock is so fucking hard, and it’s huge, and I imagine deep throating it. But that’s not what he does. Instead, he spreads my legs wide, and I help him because I want him to have full access to me. With his knees, he keeps me apart and then my fantasy is happening as he pushes his rock hard cock deep into me.
“Your sweet little pussy is all mine,” he says. “You better remember that.”
It’s a good thing I came before, because without the wetness this would probably really hurt. In fact, that was probably his plan all along… to get me nice and prepared and soaking with cum so that I could take the enormity of his dick without pain. Well, it hurts even with my cum dripping, wet and sticky, around him. The thought of his twelve-inch cock moving slowly in and out of me makes me even more wet, and I plan to come immediately.