Meow, Meoooow.The black demon streaked by, batting a balled-up piece of tinfoil. Then, it started running around in circles before bolting down the hall.
“That beast is insane,” Stryker bit out.
Her laugh came easily. He could get damn used tothisEmerson.
He extracted himself and stepped back. “I’ve envisioned you naked for longer than I’ll admit,” he said, still staring into her eyes.
To his delight, she didn’t cover herself or say anything disparaging about her body. She stood there—a strong, proud woman—and let him gaze upon her near-naked form. He loved that she was comfortable in her own skin. She was more beautiful than he’d imagined.
“You’re a goddess,” he murmured.
He had to touch her, but he needed confirmation they were moving in the right direction. “Emerson—”
“I’m clean,” she replied.
“I want to touch you, everywhere. Are you good with that?”
She pressed her breasts against his chest. “Yes. Definitely.” She ran her fingers down his arms, pausing to appreciate his triceps and biceps.
“I need to taste you, to feel your pussy juices dripping down my face.”
“Yes, yes.” She gripped him harder. “Please.”
“Whatdon’tyou want?”
“All this talking,” she replied with an edge to her voice. “I will stop you or redirect you if I don’t like what you’re doing.” And then, she stroked his ass, his pubic hair and his hardening penis. When her mouth found his, her kisses were ardent, vicious and desperate. She nipped at his lip and tugged him toward the bed. They fell sideways onto the mattress.
In a flash, he was on top of her, kissing her mouth, her cheek, moving down to her neck. Those tender kisses and nibbles elicited a series of low, wild whimpers.
“You feel so good,” she whispered. “So, so good.”
He fondled her breast and teased her erect pink nipple with his thumb. She began writhing under him, her breathing jagged, her urgent fingers kneading his shoulders and back.
He moved down to kiss her breast, then took her nipple in his mouth, turning him hard again. The harder he sucked, the huskier her whimpers grew. When he slipped his hand between her legs, she turned into a beast, thrusting her hips up and groaning wildly.
“Fuck me,” she commanded.
“Not yet,” he murmured as he kissed and sucked her other nipple, and ran his tongue down her abdomen until he dropped it into her belly button.
“I’m dying,” she moaned. “This isthebest torture. You’re making me feel good, every- fucking-where.”
He liked this dirty-mouthed detective. She didn’t hold back, didn’t lay there, either. She dragged a pillow under her head and watched with heavy eyelids as he slipped his fingers between her warm, wet folds. As soon as he slid two inside her, she cried out for more.
Desperate to taste her, he withdrew his fingers and moved into position. She smelled like delicious pussy and he breathed her in. When he placed his mouth on her, she released a long, low whimper. “I love that.”
He lapped and circled her clit with his tongue, then licked the length of her. “Mmm, you taste so good.”
The dirtier he got, the more she liked it. She began gyrating her hips up and down, so he licked her harder and faster.
“Yessssss, I’m—” She began shaking while she cried out. “Commmming.”
A rush of wetness flowed down and he relished in her release while the aftershocks rocked her. Then, he gently stroked her while her tense muscles relaxed into the mattress. After she stilled, he rose up over her, cupped her pussy with his hand, and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his back and smiled at him. “You’ve ruined me for spite fucks. That was incredible.”
“That was the warm up. We haven’t spite fucked yet.”
“Oh, right. I can’t think right now.” Her lazy grin was a dangerous combination of beautiful and carefree. She was pushing all his buttons. This time, in the best of ways.
He eyed the assortment of condoms, picked one, and tore open the box. After covering himself, he planked over her. “Top or bottom, Detective?”
