I crouch down again and lick straight up along her pussy, drinking in the sweetness of her.
“Oh my god,” she says. “Ahhh,” she moans.
I suck air in in-between gritted teeth relishing the taste of her and only thinking of having more.
My tongue meets her lips again. I flatten it making it wider and lick up again, eliciting an even deeper moan and goose bumps popping up everywhere on the back of her hamstrings which are now locked firmly in the grasp of each of my hands.
I line my tongue up with her hole and flick it back and forth before entering her with my tongue. Her body lunges forward causing her to almost lose balance before my hands shoot up, grabbing her hips and bringing her closer to my face and my tongue even deeper inside of her.
I stand up quickly and guide us the few steps over to the couch as we waddle with our pants down around our ankles. There’s no time to remove them because every second wasted is a second I can be where I want to be more than anywhere in the world.
Inside her.
“Now you’re going to really get it bad girl,” I say, bending her over the couch and lining my cock up to her opening.
“I’m ready, officer. Punish me!”
I reach back with my hand and bring it down hard on her ass, sending her body forward before I bring her back into position.
She moans again and I slap her ass a second time, this time slapping her ass with the back of my hand as I bring my hand back.
“More!” she says.
I deliver slap after slap watching her ass jiggle each time our skin makes contact with one another.
Then I slap her again, but this time I leave my hand in position, squeezing her ass hard. It’s like her ass and my hand were meant for each other.
I can feel her wetness on the head of my cock as my hand kneads her ass and my head starts spinning from all the ecstasy.
“Are you ready for your punishment?”
“I’m ready.”
“What are you ready for?” I ask, trying so damn hard to hold back. Oh how I want to slide my dick inside her right this fucking minute.
“I’m ready for you to punish me, officer.”
“How am I going to punish you? Tell me how.”
“You’re going to slide your cock inside me so deep I won’t even be a able to make a sound and you’re going to keep doing it until I come all over it at just the moment you fill me with your explosion letting me know exactly who the authority figure is.”
“You’re right. I’m an authority when it comes to pleasing you…to fucking you…to watching you as I make you come.”
“Make me come.”
It’s too much.
I guide my hips forward entering her and watch as her head turns sideways and her mouth opens, but nothing comes out, just as she said. Complete silence.
I pull out of her ever so slowly feeling her walls clench the entirety of my shaft. She’s so tight it’s a surprise I didn’t pop on the first thrust, but I didn’t get in deep enough. I have to have more of her first. To feel more of her before I own her. Before I make her mine.
I guide my hips forward again and watch as she buries her cheek against the top of the couch, trying to use it as leverage as she shoves her midsection back into me, but she hasn’t taken enough of me yet for the front of my hips to make contact with her ass. What she’s itching to feel is exactly what I want to feel. The slapping of my hips against her ass.
I slide my dick back and in again, quickening the pace. Then again and again and again, until I’m lost in the moment even deeper.
I’m thrusting inside her with reckless abandon now sending her forward with each thrust. I need more leverage and I want to get deeper still so I reach up with my hands and knife my fist in-between her hair pulling her back towards me.
She growls fiercely in between clenched teeth causing my moans to intensify and deepen even more.
This isn’t a role-playing fantasy anymore. This is completely primal and I’m the biggest predator in the jungle as I devour her with my dick.
I hear the legs of the couch slide across the floor before rising up and slamming down again. How are we generating so much force? And then I hear glass break and quickly notice a picture has fallen off the mantle.
A frame I can fix. This memory will last a lifetime.
But I’m not going to be able to last much longer. Her tightness. Her moans. The feeling of her hair in one hand and her ass in my other has got me ready to explode.
“I’m gonna come!” she yells.
“Fuck!” I moan and just as I feel her juices explode onto my cock I explode deep inside her, arching my back and pushing myself even deeper inside of her to make sure my swimmers have the best chance of fertilizing her and spreading my genes onto the next generation.
My abs and chest find her back as I wrap a hand around her, feeling her sweat mixing with mine. It was quick but damn our heart rates went high in no time flat.
I feel her body heaving underneath mine as our bodies gasp for air trying to replenish the oxygen we just lost.
I feel my knees weaken and I pull out of her and collapse onto the floor behind the couch, taking a moment to look up at her bright red ass. It’s red from my hand, but more so from the power of my hips.
She comes up on her tiptoes and launches herself over the top of the couch and on to the cushions. It’s a hilarious sight, especially considering she’s still handcuffed.
I can’t help but burst out laughing and she quickly does the same.
“Let me uncuff you,” I say. “Just as soon as I can stand.”
“Take your time. I want this feeling to last forever.”
CHAPTER 10
May
Three weeks later
I’m worried about you. Can we meet?
I look down at the message on my phone and I almost want to cry. I want to type back my true feelings.
Yes! But let’s not just meet. Let’s spend everyday together for the rest of our lives.
But I don’t dare type that.
Because I don’t know how many more days I’ve got left. These last few weeks have gone by so quickly. Everything worked exactly as we could have hoped except for one thing. The biggest thing.
We had real feelings for each other and we both knew it.
As much as I wanted to spend all my time with him I couldn’t. It just wouldn’t be fair. I was already piling up a stack of immature actions and decisions so high it’s a wonder he still spoke to me at all.
First I asked the most honorable man I know to do something dishonorable.
Then I lose my virginity to my ultimate guy in my ultimate sexual fantasy without telling him I was a virgin? Telling him after wasn’t the same. And the way he looked at me when I told him that. It was like he didn’t ever want to let me go.
And that’s the problem. It’s not fair to get involved with him like this when I don’t even know what’s going to happen with my own life, or lack thereof. He says he doesn’t want to focus on the future, just for us to spend the days we have together. But what if I’m just wasting his time? When he’s spending time with me he can’t be out finding someone who’s a better long term prospect than I am. But he swears I’m the only long term prospect, and when he says those things it just hurts even more.
And it’s not just the mental, but the physical aspects too. The first time we had sex was unprotected. I knew it was a time of the month when I wasn’t likely to get pregnant, but still it was selfish and ridiculous. It was like my body was telling me to try and reproduce especially considering I didn’t know if I was going to have another opportunity.
But there’s no way I can have surgery if I’m pregnant.
Every part of me was telling me to be with this guy 24/7, but there was something inside me that spoke to me just a little bit louder that told me I can’t. It’s not fair.
And here he is still trying.
And to make matters worse tomorrow we fly together to New Yo
rk to meet with Doctor Schmidt. The plan is he’s going to take a look at me again and run some tests and more than likely I’ll have surgery before the end of the week, quickly followed up by treatment.
All paid for by Steven’s insurance. How that got approved I still don’t know. I know he must have made calls and risked even more than he’s already risking, if there was anything else to risk.
He was risking it all for me and I was so grateful I was almost ashamed. And scared. Scared that I’d finally “got” the man I always wanted, but something told me the time we were going through was just too emotional. Plus it was never supposed to be real in the first place. If I pull through then okay, we can see about it then. But not now. I need to go through this by myself as much as possible.
I laugh in-between tears. “By yourself, huh, May? As if he hasn’t been with you every step of the way.”
And has he ever. Without him I don’t even want to think about where I’d be at right now. But I don’t have to think because I already know.
No options. No hope. No future.
But thanks to him all those no’s are yeses.
He’s made the impossible possible.
Now let’s just hope Doctor Schmidt can do the same.
And if he can then maybe, just maybe, this fairy tale can become a reality.
CHAPTER 11
Steven
I’ve been pacing the hallway for the last thirteen hours. I haven’t eaten a single thing or drank a drop all day. My stomach is completely in knots.
And I’m not even the one who’s being operated on.
I sit down in a chair and bury my head in my hands.
I look up and see a cardboard sign asking for donations. What I wouldn’t give now to make sure she makes it though okay. I don’t even want to think like that! I bury my head in my hands again.
Just some news. Any news. Anything good that is. Just give me some hope.
Now I know what it feels like for some of the families of the victims of the crimes I’m working on. I felt like I always knew but I guess I never really did. Not until I was here in that hospital waiting to see if the person close to me pulled through.
And close to me isn’t even the right word, but I don’t want to think like that. I just felt like she was pulling back these last few weeks. I just wanted to spend time with her, but she wouldn’t allow it. I tried to force myself into her life but she just hid. I can understand. I would have done the same thing, but I just wished she could learn to let me in when times get tough and not to push me away.
She’s been through a lot in her life already. Sometimes it’s okay to lean on other people. I want to be that person she leans on. That rock. That lighthouse in the middle of the night when she’s lost. Shoot! I’ll be that lighthouse in the day. Navigating the streets of L.A. is hard whether it’s high noon or pitch black at 3 a.m.
What am I thinking about? What am I talking with myself about?
My mind is racing a mile a minute trying to fill in the blanks of what might be happening. I’m trying to stay positive, but as that damn hour hand keeps circling the clock it gets harder and harder. I haven’t even heard from a nurse. This is terrible.
I need to keep moving.
I spring up from my seat almost catching the doctor underneath the chin.
“Doctor Schmidt! Tell me something. Anything.”
“Steven I know you’re concerned, but do you want to have a seat first.”
“Oh no. No. No. No.” I say realizing he’s going to give me news I don’t ever want to hear. I raise my hands to my ears and cover them. I can’t hear this. Not now. Not ever.
I see his arms move toward my forearms but I move so he can’t touch me. He mouths something. I have to know what.
“Steven, please. Everything is going to be okay.”
“What?” I say.
“She’s okay. May’s okay.”
“She is?” I grab the doctor lifting him up off the ground. “She’s okay!”
I set the doctor down and give him a big bear hug.
“Tell me more, doc!” I say stepping back.
He tries to fight back a smile as he straightens out his eyeglasses and then his white coat.
“When we got in there we saw exactly what we expected, but somehow it wasn’t as bad or as big as we quite expected.”
“Had it spread?”
“It sure doesn’t look like it, but it’s better to run some tests next week before I say anything conclusive.”
“Right. Right.”
“But wow, is she ever a trooper. Not counting prep time we were working on her for over eleven hours.”
“Eleven hours?”
“My longest by far.”
“And you did it.”
“I think it’s more appropriate to say she did it. She’s got a lot of fight in her. And more importantly a lot of life left in her. I expect a full recovery in about six months and a long, life ahead of her assuming the tests we run confirm what we think.”
“Thank you, doc!” I say offering my hand for a handshake.
“Go easy on me, Steven. You’re a bigger guy than you might realize and you’re pretty excited right now.”
“Excited? I’m fired up, brother!”
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”
“Let’s do it this way then,” I say, grabbing the doctor and giving him a hug again. I don’t think I’ve ever hugged a man in my life and this poor fella’s gotten two in the last thirty seconds.
“Okay. Gratitude accepted,” the doctor says smiling.
“Thanks, doc. Can I see her?”
“Not tonight. It’s best if you go home and come back tomorrow around say…10 in the morning?”
“I’ll be right here at 10 a.m.,” I say pointing down at the floor. “Because I’m not going anywhere. I’m never leaving that girl’s side for the rest of my life.”
CHAPTER 12
Steven
Five weeks later
Today’s the day I’ve been planning for weeks. It’s time. Time to turn the page forever.
I head over to the police station but don’t make it quite all the way there. I pull into a diner a couple blocks down. All of us know it. The place practically keeps the entire station fed, especially at the strangest hours of the night and early morning.
When I push through the door I see the chief already sitting in the corner. He’s picked the best spot of course. I would have done the same, just as I did when I met May when she said she needed to see me almost three months ago.
And that’s the reason I’m here. Her. Us.
“Chief,” I say.
“Detective.”
“Thanks for coming.”
“No time for formalities, Detective Shield. There’s crazy in the air today. I’ve got to get back to the station asap before this town really goes nuts. I’ve got three minutes. Five tops if you pick up the tab.”
I smile. I’ve been smiling a lot more now that I’m so at peace with everything that’s happened.
“I wanted to talk to you about my retirement.”
“What is there to talk about? It’s already approved. You just need to ride it out another week and you’re golden. Nothing more to it than that.”
“That’s right except like a lot of the cases I’ve worked on I’m going to take a different approach.”
“Shield. There’s no other approach to take. I mean what else can you do?”
“This,” I say. I reach under the table and when I bring my hand back topside it has my badge in it. I place it on the table and slide it to the chief.
“Detective. Don’t push your luck. We’re not giving you your last week off like some sort of paid holiday. You have to ride it out to the end.”
“This is the end, chief.”
“No it’s not. You’ve got to finish. If you want your pension at least. I can’t believe you tried to get a free week out of me. You never struck me as that type.”
“Because I’m n
ot. I’m not asking for a free week. I’m telling you I served this city from my heart. I did it because I wanted to. I don’t want the pension. I don’t want the money.”
“Have you lost your freaking mind?”
“About three months ago.”
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