had learned today. “After you do this for a while” Steve said as he sipped beer from a frosty mug, “you’d rather work with a female cop. He looked around guiltily, as if to see if one of the younger bluesuits in the bar had heard him. “They’d rather talk than fight, and when they pull their guns, people
Cassie smiled, but she was watching Virgil. He had been ready to go for the big guy this afternoon, but he’d been patient as well, allowing her to handle the situation. That she knew she was perfectly capable of handling it was not an issue; what was remarkable was that Virgil had trusted her to know what she was doing instead of responding to the macho bluster of the big guy. This man was working some kind of magic deep inside her. She squeezed her thighs together trying to hold back the heat.
He held her hand as he walked her to her car. Nightfall had begun, and the other guys from the shift had fairly depleted the parking lot. She leaned back against her car and put her arms around him, not wanting to be seen, but not really caring either. Her heart thudding in her chest, she raised her lips to his and pulled him closer. She closed her eyes as his lips touched hers gently, nibbling lightly at her lower lip. He sucked it into his mouth as she moaned, letting go as she felt his hardness against her belly. Her hips moved against him, rubbing against the length of his cock. The kiss seemed to go on forever, but his patience did also. She felt his hands under the windbreaker she wore in summer to hide her off duty gun. Sighing into his mouth, she willed his hands to move from her back. Her breasts ached to fill his questing hands, but he moved slowly anyway, rubbing his thumbs against the hard, flat surface of her belly. She made herself slide down, feeling his thumbs at the underside of her breasts, her nipples thrusting against the thin fabric of her sports bra and showing clearly through her tee shirt.
He made no attempt to hurry, still kissing her thoroughly. His lips touched her throat and traced a path up to her ears. “Dammnit” she whispered harshly in his ears, “what do I have to do, rip your clothes off and rape you in the parking lot?” She gasped as he leaned into her, rubbing the tip of his hardness between her parted legs. His hands, hidden by the windbreaker, moved to her firm breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples.
“I have to teach a class tonight in about twenty minutes” he said. “This has been a long time coming, and I won’t settle for a quick fuck and a shy goodbye.” His mouth came back to hers as he continued to push his swollen cock against the damp spot on her jeans, her legs parting more and her breath coming in short gasps. “When we finally make love, I want to savor every inch of you. I want you naked on clean, sweet smelling sheets with your hair spread over your pillow. I want enough light to see you in all your glory. And I want more than anything to see you wanton. Just you, me, and the night.” Her hips jerked against him as she came, shuddering in his arms, her hands clenched tightly against his chest.
“No one has ever talked me into an orgasm before” she told him. “Bastard.” She nestled in his arms, feeling warm and safe as she had never before been in her life. He laughed low, and deep in his chest. “Tomorrow night?” he asked softly. “No” she told him, “come over after your class tonight.”
She took a long soak, doing her nails, her toes, shaving her legs, and on a whim, her pubic hair. She put fresh sheets on her bed and put every candle in her house in her bedroom. She opened her windows wide and let the cool breeze freshen everything naturally. She had hunted the wine store over until she found a bottle of 1996 William Fevre Chablis Les Clos, which she had heard was one of the best; it was open and breathing in the kitchen. A tray of cheeses, breads, and fruit sat beside it. Everything she could think she had done to make the evening perfect for them. She had even resurrected an old stereo album that her parents had loved on hot summer nights when they thought she was asleep. It was by some group called the Mystic Moods Orchestra, and it began with the sound of a rain shower. She smiled as she remembered the sound of the rhythmic banging of their headboard against the wall. At the time she was a bit repulsed that her parents were still “doing it” but she now knew they had been very much in love.
Virgil knocked softly at the door at nearly nine o’clock. She literally floated to the door and met him wearing only a filmy peignoir straight out of some adolescent boy’s wet dreams. It hid nothing, but it felt incredibly soft and made her look insanely erotic. She led him to the bath without a word, and slowly took off his clothes piece by piece. When she reached a new piece of bare skin, she kissed it softly and gently. When she had him fully nude, she knelt and mouthed his penis just enough to leave it quivering in the air. She stood and helped him to sit in the tub. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He tried to speak once but she shook her head…no talking. She gently and thoroughly washed him with a thick loufa sponge and dried him with a warm fluffy white towel and led him to the bed.
She turned off the lights, leaving the room aglow with the light from the many candles. She knelt on the bed and put her hands to the tie that held her peignoir together and then shrugged her shoulders. He lay on the bed staring up at her as if she were an angel, and tonight, for him and him alone, she was. She put her hands on the bed, leaving her on all fours. He reached for her breasts and tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down with just one finger, again shaking her head no.
She climbed over him on all fours, her shoulder length dark curly hair framing her face as she looked into his eyes. He whispered “I’ve been waiting for this.” She bent to kiss his lips, loving the taste and texture of them. She whispered against them “Do you have any idea how many times I have laid in this bed and masturbated thinking about this night?” she asked. He stared at her stupefied. She licked his chin playfully, “Do you know how many times I’ve cum when you touched me, or after we’ve been together?” She sucked at his neck. “Do you know how many times I have wanted you to tear my clothes off and fuck me even when there were people all around us?” Her tongue circled one of his nipples. “I have been in a perpetual state of horniness since the night we talked in the bar.” Her tongue traced a wet line down to his navel. Every time I change clothes, every time I am alone in my car I stick my fingers in my pussy and wish it was you.” “I even came rubbing up against the washing machine when I was doing the laundry last weekend. I’ve become obsessed with making love to you” she said. “And tonight I’m going to make you pay!” Her head swooped down and engulfed his swollen cock.
It was erotic and it was fun. She kept her eyes on his face as she licked and tickled. She sucked his balls into her mouth and slowly let them out again. She lifted the heavy sack, cupping his balls in her hand as she licked the seam all the way down between his legs where the seam started. She licked his belly while his jutting penis batted against her cheek. She halted her oral exploration occasionally to suck his hard cock into her mouth, taking him in as deep as her mouth would allow, damning the gag reflex that kept her from swallowing into her throat.
Over and over he reached for her, wanting to touch and taste her, but she insistently pushed him back, telling him his time would come. Her pussy was on fire, but she kept her hands on him. When it got to be too much for her, she spread her legs over one of his and gently rubbed her clit on his bare skin. She came twice like that, stifling her cries by stuffing his dick into her mouth. She had him trembling on the bed, his cock aching for her. She froze over him, her hot breath on the sensitive skin of his cock. She felt the trembling in him begin, and saw his ball sack start to hitch up and down. She blew lightly on the head of it and the cock began to jump as if it were being lifted in the air by an unseen hand. His cum began boiling out of the slit in the end, and she quickly capped it with her sucking mouth. She swallowed hard, pulling more of the sticky white stuff into her mouth. She kept it inside until it stopped jumping and his ball sack settled down. When he was through cumming, she let the softening cock fall from her lips. She stood quickly and brought the cheese tray to the bed and two stems of wine. She helped him to drink, he looked as if he’d just completed a marathon in summer heat. He tried to talk once more, but she quickly shoved a strawberry into his mouth, and handed him a piece of cheese to nibble. “You’re going to need your strength” she whispered to him. “That was for me as much as it was for you.” She reached under the bed and came up with a handful of silk scarves. “I can’t stay that still when you do that for me, you’re going to have to tie me down!”
