“You know I have a thing for watching,” I teased.
Her beautiful skin blushed red, and she shook her head at me while an ear-to-ear grin spread across her face. Salem had a smile that could light up my darkest nights and calm every storm. I could come home from work dead tired and mentally worn out, and this woman’s smile could revitalize me.
“Oh, yes, I know how much you love watching me do things,” she teased back.
“I know you do. I enjoyed your video in the driveway.”
Salem’s smile remained on her face while she finished frosting the cupcake in her hand. She set the spreader down and turned around to present me with the cupcake.
“Special Agent Garrett Losche, I hereby proudly present you with this chocolate cupcake with vanilla frosting,” she playfully offered.
With the envelope in hand, I walked toward her and put my hands on her hips. Though my right hand still held the envelope, I was able to hook my thumb inside the waistband of her leggings. Tugging her closer, I kissed her sweet lips and dipped my tongue into her mouth.
“Mmm,” I mumbled as I tasted the sugared frosting in her mouth. I barely pulled my mouth off of hers to speak. “I’m surprised you have any frosting left to finish these cupcakes,” I teased.
“What? I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, Agent Losche.”
I laughed out loud as she attempted to sound innocent. I loved it when she felt playful and would smile and laugh.
“Don’t act all innocent, Miss Jones-Martinez. I think there is substantial evidence that the missing frosting has been in your mouth. And if you don’t fess up, I might have to bring you in for questioning.”
“I’m not afraid of your interrogation tactics, Agent Losche,” she teased back.
This had become somewhat of a power exchange game between us. When she was having a good day, she enjoyed playing the “criminal,” falling victim to the hard-nosed agent’s immoral interrogations.
The mood and tone for her days were unfortunately dictated by what kind of sleep she’d had the night before. If her night was riddled with nightmares, her next day was somber. She’d often sit quietly, sinking further and further into a depression. And I wasn’t very good at helping her. Unlike James, I didn’t know the right things to say to Salem that would help or make it easier.
I lowered my head and licked the frosting from the cupcake in her hand.
“Mmm. This is really good, baby girl,” I complimented her as my mouth found its way back to her lips.
Our sweet kiss escalated quickly into something much more heated. Salem’s tongue twirled around with mine, causing me to harden. While our mouths were glued to one another’s, I tossed the envelope onto the counter and took the cupcake from her hand, setting it behind her next to the other cupcakes. Our hands were now free to roam.
With my hands on her hips, I slowly inched them under her soft plaid button-down shirt. My hands connected with her bare flesh, and her hands raised my t-shirt at my waist in the back. Salem’s hands gripped my lower back and pulled me toward her urgently. Our kiss and our touching bodies caused the temperature in the kitchen to climb. I massaged her tits over her shirt, squeezing here and there.
As I pinned her between my body and the counter, I made sure she could feel my body’s reaction to her touch. I felt her smile against my mouth as I slowly started to undo the buttons on her shirt. Her hands pulled my shirt up, showing me that she wanted it off. I quickly obliged and parted from her lips long enough for me to pull off my shirt. With my upper body bare, Salem’s hands found their way to my chest. Her thumbs pressed against my nipples while her other fingers weaved through my chest chair, squeezing and lightly scratching my skin.
I opened her shirt and pulled the cups of her bra down, causing her tits to pop out. While my tongue continued to seek out every inch of her mouth in search of sugar, my hands massaged her breasts. My fingers rolled her hard nipples, and a needy moan escaped her mouth, spreading like wildfire within me.
Salem’s hands tugged at my belt, encouraging me to expose my aching cock. I helped her undo my pants, freeing my hard shaft. Her hands wrapped around my dick, and she began to stroke me at a painfully slow pace. I could feel her hand becoming coated with my pre-cum each time she touched the head of my dick.
Slowly, I pushed my hand down the back of her leggings and squeezed her ass cheek. It took me no time at all for that hand to slide around and cup her pussy.
“Mmm,” she hummed into my mouth, welcoming my touch.
While my left hand continued to roll and pinch her swollen nipple, my right hand played between her legs. Salem’s legs parted, silently begging for my touch. I pressed my palm against her engorged clit while my fingers rested against her wet pussy.
“Someone’s all wet,” I playfully said.
“I am. But it’s your fault,” she teased.
My pulse raced as the sexual energy between us surged. To tease her, I slid my middle finger into her center. Salem pushed her pelvis toward me, wanting more. I withdrew my finger and hand from her pants, then swiftly tugged her pants down to her ankles. I took hold of her hips and stepped on the crotch of her leggings so when I lifted her up they would stay on the floor. I hoisted her up and set her on the counter. Taking a step back, I took my shaft in my hand and slowly stroked it.
“Show me, Salem,” I encouraged.
Not only did watching her push every single one of my buttons, but in a way, I thought it helped her with her confidence. After being a sex object for Sebastian, I’d approached sex very cautiously with her.
She stared back at me with a playful gleam in her eyes as she leaned back and propped her heels on the edge of the counter. She parted her legs, and I spied the tiny purple satin thong.
