Unable to stop himself, he dove for her mouth. He plundered her full, sweet, lips, her soft, delicious, tongue. His hands wrapped around her, sliding over the thin silk material covering her back and weaving into her hair. She was so sweet, so soft, so close. His head swam in a dizzy flush of white hot want as he explored her freely.
It took everything he had to break their kiss but he managed to gather his senses. His head fell to her shoulder as his arms slid away from her, slapping limply to the counter. “Still resisting me, huh?” Her husky voice rasped against his flesh as her breath caressed him warmly. “All right, I’ll try a little logic.” A slight huff left him, as he shook his head weakly into her shoulder. “According to most movies, widely accepted social convention dictates that the first sexual exchange,” he whimpered at the sound of her raspy silk voice saying the words so casually, “happens at the end of the third date, correct?” She waited patiently for him to respond. All he could manage was a nod as his hands betrayed him, finding their way to her hips and massaging her firmly. It was her turn to moan and the small noise echoed through him. “The way I see it, we’re on our third date now.” At this, his head snapped up.
His eyes, steamy and filled with barely restrained passion, pierced hers, as he asked, “What?” His voice was thick with want. Smiling, oh so cruelly, her little fingers began slowly slipping his shirt buttons free.
“Well, our first date was the night we spared, do you remember it?” Another button popped lose and all he could do was grunt. “We had dinner together, Chinese take-out, off the clock, and then we engaged in a mutually enjoyable physical activity. It was even complete with the mandatory awkward first kiss.” He shivered remembering the moment in the elevator when he had pressed his lips to her forehead. Another button loosed itself as her hand moved down to the next one. The increasingly revealed flesh of his chest was now home to her face, nuzzling against him, while his fingers sank into her hips.
“And the second?” His voice had become breathy and hopeful as his resolve slowly disintegrated under her touch.
“That date saw us having a picnic in your car. Then you took me on a surprise day trip to a romantic little coastal town. It came complete with a stroll down a shop lined street and a ‘meet the family’ moment. Not to mention the, almost standard, more aggressive physical exchange.” She had finished his shirt and was tugging it free of his pants. Her hands were hot and frenzied as she slid the fabric from his shoulders. He didn’t fight it, letting the shirt fall from him. He was eating this up. She had thought it out and the realization that she was successfully seducing him was thoroughly enticing. Letting go of his hesitation completely, he was now nuzzling back, pressing his face against her neck and hair, running his lips over her satin ivory flesh and reveling in the shiver that followed him. He groaned and grumbled in his chest with every brush of her fingers.
When her greedily little hands began tugging vigorously on his belt, he whispered, “Slower, Liz, slower…” He want to saver every moment of this. He had been dreaming about it for days and now that it was happening, it was a million times more incredible. His hands traced the waist band of her robe and when he clasped the ends of the cord and began to tug it lose it was her turn to whimper. Enthralled by her reaction, he nibbled on the flesh of her shoulder as he pulled the belt free. The front of her robe gaped slightly as the cord drifted to the ground to pool atop his discarded shirt. As he squared his shoulders to watch his hands lay the silk drape open, he whispered seductively, “What about the movie?” into the hollow where her slender shoulder met her fragrant, delicious neck. As the robe slid free of her body, he moaned, almost painfully. She was beyond anything he could have imagined. Her ivory flesh was soft and warm and as his eyes moved over her, a ripple of passion followed, leaving her in a full body blush. “Jesus Christ…” He swallowed down the lump in his throat as he devoured the sight of her. Her plump breasts heaved with her fevered breathing. Below their rise and fall was her narrow, in-swept waist that gave way to the delightful bubble of her rear end and a small triangle of delicate, auburn curls. He pulled the robe free of her shoulders as she freed his trousers. Both garments rustled and hissed as they were let fall to the floor. She flung her arms around his neck, hauling her flesh against his, writhing and brushing her body over his for the sheer pleasure of hearing the growl it produced.
Sliding her fingers into his hair and pulling him to her mouth, she murmured, “Fuck the movie,” before she took what she wanted.
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She was delicious, luscious and completely his. Digging his fingers into her scrumptious hips, he lifted her against him. Her legs tightened around his waist as their kiss became furious. His bed, he desperately needed his bed. Moving clumsily, unwilling to release her mouth for something as ridiculous as being able to see, he found his way to the door and it was she that flicked the apartment light off. Sliding into his dimly lit room, he tossed her playfully backwards onto his massive bed. She giggled huskily as she watched him shed the remaining barrier of his briefs. Leaping onto the bed with excitement and anticipation, he rolled on top of her. Pressing the hard length of his body against the soft seductive length of hers, he found her mouth again as his hands roved over her, eagerly learning every satin inch. When he cupped her supple breasts firmly he felt the violence of her shudder. He was sure that she had never been touched the way he was touching her now, and the thought sent a wonderfully possessive thrill straight through him. Smiling against her mouth wickedly, he began to move down her body, running his lips along her jaw and down her neck. He lingered there to run his tongue across her collarbone, causing her to arch teasingly against him. It made his manhood twitch against her thigh.
As he traced his lips across her shoulders, he felt the slim strength of her fingers wrap around his length…oh god, she’s touching my cock. Very though nearly made him climax. He couldn’t fail her now, not after everything that had passed between them. “Nuh, uh, uh.” He tisked her teasingly as he gently tugged her wrist, freeing himself, and lifted her arms over her head. Holding them there lightly, he took the peak of her breast in his lips. She nearly screamed at the pleasure of it. Devilishly, he squeezed the firm tip lightly with his teeth before sliding his tongue across it, around it. Then he tugged, sucking the peak deep into his mouth and her whole body convulsed. Freeing the first breast, he moved across to the other, showing it the same attention he had shown the first. Her reaction was just as powerful the second time and he felt her thighs fall open under him. Still teasing her nipple, his free hand slid lower, across her abdomen and, as the tips of his strong fingers slid into her folds, she growled at him like a wild animal and began to rock against his touch.
“Now, Matt, please!” Of course he thought about it. After all, he had wanted to since the day they met, but not yet. He wanted to tease her as she had so infuriatingly teased him. His mouth drifted lower down her abdomen and her slight quiver turned into a series of full body shudders. “No, Matt don’t…” But her plea fell on deaf ears.
Using her own words against her, he grinned up at her from just above her apex, “I know what you need…” She tensed in anticipation as he kissed her. She arched and writhed against his seeking tongue. “…because I need…” His hot breath tickled her curls as he returned to devouring her. He flicked and stroked her slickness with his devilishly clever tongue, reveling in the way she came apart at the touch. With each moaning gasp, his plunder deepened, until she began to rock with him, moving and encouraging him. His arms slid around her hips, holding her firm bottom steady as he drank her in. He growled against her as her fingers sank into his hair, pushing him further into her, as her body racked with the impending climax. Feeling the shudder coming, he gave her one last lingering lick and she broke apart. Her body went rigid and shuddered as she moaned his name. As the wave of pleasure eased she fell back against the bed panting, her folds swollen and pulsing with need under his lips as he kissed them gently.
He kissed
her thighs, coaxing them farther apart, then began his journey back to her mouth. His tongue tasted her glistening flesh, then found her throbbing nipples again. He eased higher, milking her demanding need with each gentle caress. As his lips found her mouth again, the tip of his manhood bunted against her swollen, pulsating apex. She mewed and arched against him, but he paused. “Liz, I promise I’ll go slow…” Her fingers, still twined in his hair tugged him back to her mouth as she arched again, but this time she immediately rocked her hips back, forcing him into her. She was warm and wet and oh, so, tight. He panted into her mouth with the pleasure of it. “Shit…” The muffled curse was coated in ecstasy as he began to push farther. Slowly, just as he had promised, he charged into her, inch by inch. When he finally found himself fully seated, he lifted his head to gaze at her, wanting to drink in the moment she was truly his. The faint blue of the moonlight lay across the bed, giving her glorious face an ethereal glow that heightened his sudden fear. He saw tears on her cheeks and tensed.
Feeling his body go rigid, she smiled at him. “I’m not hurt, or afraid, Matt, I’m happy. Oh, so very happy, right now. Please don’t stop.” To prove her point, she pulled his mouth back to hers as she rocked against him, causing his length to recede and enter her again. While this was her first real sexual encounter, she was no stranger to the sensation of being entered, though he was a fair amount bigger than her favorite toy. His tension waned as he began to move within her. His slow retreat and return grew more feverish and soon he was pumping into her with little hesitation and all raw need. She was on fire and desperately wanting, aching for more. She found his rhythm and rocked with him, increasing his forceful taking of her body. Her hands roved over his gloriously strong frame, studying every muscled ripple, every taunt tendon. With each thrust of his narrow hips she grew closer to another climax. Her fingernails dug into his broad shoulders as she began to whisper in his ear, little sinful things that she had always wanted to say but had never had someone worthy of hearing them. As if unable to deny her what she craved, he slammed into her, shattering her against him. The force of her climax clinching around him brought on his release and he bucked hard against her as he filled her.
Utterly spent, he fell beside her, weak and quivering. They lay, side by side, a tangled mass of limbs, bathed in moonlight, and panting raggedly. She was filled with joy as her body still pulsed with the pleasure he had given her. As his arm slid under her shoulders and pulled her against his glistening chest, he whispered something against her hair. She shuttered at what she was sure she had heard. Pressing her lips against the rapid heart beat along his neck, she demanded in a sultry, raspy voice, “Say that again.” His arms squeezed her as his breath caught, but his fingers clasped her chin and brought her face up to look at him, eye to eye. He was smiling lazily at her, flushed with satisfaction.
“I said, I love you, Elizabeth Cord. Beyond reason, I love you.” She felt the tears welling up in her eyes as she plunged into his mouth, her tongue delving deeply into him as he returned her need. She pulled back and gave him the most magical, wining smile.
“I love you too, Matt. More than I ever thought possible. I think I’ve loved you since that day in the gym, when I couldn’t help but hug you.” She kissed him again, slowly and passionately. As they moved over each others mouths, she felt his manhood twitch against her, still firm and throbbing. Some primal, wickedly instinctive, part of her took over as she rolled over on top of him. His breath quickened as his hands squeezed her hips in anticipation. She clasped his length between her folds and rocked over him, watching greedily as he head pushed back into his pillow. Sliding farther forward, she felt the tip slide into her and he gasped, his body going rock hard in an instant.
She whispered heavily, “Call me Mara,” as she impaled herself. She sat back on him, straightening her finely arched spine, pressing her hands down on his firm chest for support, before she began to move her body. She had taken horse riding lessons in high school and, just now, she was finding the technique exceedingly effective. His body writhed and shuddered as he moaned the nickname she hadn’t heard in nine years. Only her parents had called her Mara, and she longed to hear it again from the mouth of someone who loved her. He didn’t disappoint and she arched over him, milking him with an expertise she should not possess. She felt his hand spread possessively over her stomach and then, as his thumb slid between them, rubbing firmly against the most tender spot on her entire body, she shattered. The orgasm was so fierce that she almost fainted, arching and twisting dramatically above him. His shot rang out in response to hers, as he filled her again. When the shock of it had settled, he pulled her down to him and wrapped her up, her dark red hair surrounding them like a blanket. In the growing night, enveloped by their shared warmth, they kissed and cuddled each other until sleep found them, twisted together and blissfully happy.
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Matt woke slowly. His lids were heavy and his mind still cloudy with sleep until he felt her shift slightly beside him. Liz, his beautiful, and surprisingly aggressive, partner was sleeping in his arms, her head on his chest, her body stretched against him, and her leg draped seductively over his. The feel of her, and the memory of their night together, their confession of love, made him warm. Shifting his head slightly he caught sight of his alarm clock. 5:28 am. Still early. He could make love to her again, maybe twice, he thought wickedly, and still have time to get ready and go to work before eight. Then he had another thought. It was Friday and he usually took Saturday off, even though he hadn’t planned to with the serial killer still at large. He could call in sick, play hookie and hold her all day long. After what she had been through he was positive no one would think twice about her taking a few days to rest.
He laid there, debating the idea with himself, when he felt movement on the bed next to them. Smiling, he reach his arm over and petted the small dog. As they were drifting off to sleep, he slid from her to pull the blankets back and heard the whimper of the small beast. Bucky was too tiny, and the bed too big, for him to get up by himself. In the dark of the night, listening to the sound of Bucky’s helpless pleading, he decided that he would have to fish the small set of steps that had come with the bed out of the closet, but for now he leaned over the edge and hoisted the small beast up himself. After the dog assaulted Elizabeth to make sure she was alright, considering all the noise she had been making, the dog settled down on the empty side of the bed and passed out. Matt hadn’t let Elizabeth move even an inch from him. He had held her close, and she had been more than happy to use his chest as a pillow all night long.
Bringing his hand back, he began slowly brushing her hair over her shoulder. It was so soft and sweet smelling. The feeling of it slipping and sliding between his fingers was causing his length to harden and as the last strands slid free of her shoulder she sighed, her leg stroking over him. His breath rumbled lustfully in his chest as her hand began to move, brushing over the rippling muscles in his abdomen. He had thought her to be asleep until her descending hand brushed along his manhood, caressing him gently. “Ah, so you are awake, and apparently ready to play.” His raspy voice breezed through her hair as her touch strengthened.
“It’s such a nice toy.” She said, as her finger wrapped around him.
Through his gasp, he whispered, “And it’s yours, Liz.”
“Mara,” she corrected him. He could feel her uncertainty and inexperience as she hesitated around him. He reached under the covers and held her hand, guiding her motions. She seemed to revel in the intimacy of the lesson, sighing and kissing his chest as she stroked him. Once she had seemed to get the hang of it, he left her and moved his hand back to stoke along the length of her silky body.
Utterly content, and putty in her hands, he sighed, “Mara. Short for Marabella, I take it?” A shiver moved through him. She was a quick learner and the confidence his brief lesson had given her had led to experimentation.
“Mm-hmm, I went by Elizabeth at school and at church, but my parent
s called me Mara. I want you to call me Mara, too, but only when we are like this, if that’s okay.” She ran her fingers firmly around the head and his body tensed with pleasure. She giggled a little and did it again.
“All right, in that case, Mara, darling, would you do me a favor?” She smiled against him, stroking his full length.
“Yes, Detective Barrow?” He moaned slightly as she teased him.
“Ride me again.” As soon as he said the words she flung herself up, shuffling their bodies free of the covers, straddling his hips and sliding down over him. As she began to move he ran his hands freely over every exquisite inch of her ivory body, feeding off her sighs of pleasure at his touch. Appreciating the way her hips undulated gracefully, he mused, “Where did you learn to move like that?” He grunted gruffly as she popped her hips back, just to tease him.
“I was a member of an equestrian club in the Hamptons. Who would have guessed that learning western riding style would come in so handy.” Talking casually to her like this as they made love drove him crazy. The way her breath was heavy and labored, the seductive rasp in her voice, the sultry tone of her accent curling around her words, all culminated in him wanting it to last forever, but that was impossible. The rhythmic swirling, rocking, of her hips signaled his inevitable release.
Elizabeth must love seeing me flop with pleasure, he thought wistfully, as she moved. Each twist and flick of her hips caused an involuntary jerk to drive him deeper into his mattress. She place her hand on his over her breast and squeezed it tight. Easing his hand lower, she pressed it against her abdomen. Remembering the sinful way he had brought her to climax last night, he realized what she wanted as he slid his thumb into her. She moaned with the pleasure of it. “Just like that, Matt, just like that…” His touch grew firmer, thrilled at how open and honest she was being with her desire. As she rode him, he massaged her and they flowed together down a river of passion, climaxing simultaneously when it was more than they could take.
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