In bed Gina closed her eyes and thought about her new partner's body pressed up against hers in the bathroom at the station. She wondered if he would ever think about her in this way. She wanted to comfort him but at the same time devour him too. His cologne waft through her body like pepper spray, making her weak to his male defenses. She wanted him. Her hand traveled down her stomach to the warm and wet place between her legs. Her body jerked with each movement. She wanted him. She stopped, picked up the phone on her nightstand and dialed the number.
“Come over now,” she said simply before hanging up again.
Just a half hour later she answered the door in her thong and small tee shirt. She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him in the bedroom. She wanted him. Gina undressed him, listening to the buttons as the fell to the floor. His dress pants unzipped and down around his ankles. She pulled her shirt up over her head and rubbed his chest.
“What is wrong?” He asked, his eyes wide as he took in every inch of her body.
“I want you!” She declared out loud for the first time, as they both fell back onto the bed.
His cock was pressed against her leg, growing with every second passing. She never wanted someone so bad. The room was dark, the bed soft, his body hard on top of her. They touched and teased, their lips caressing and sucking, biting on each others. She grabbed his hand and lead it down between her legs. She was wet, and it made him gasp for air feeling her wetness on his fingertips. His hand slid easily from the lubrication. She moaned as they continued to tease each other. He slid his hand out, spreading her legs at the same time and with one swift motion, they both moaned as he entered her.
She let herself go. She allowed him to use her body because at the moment she did not want to feel nothing but the pleasure that making love offered her. She wanted to feel wanted and loved, whether he did or not. He moved well, his warm breath on her neck sent a stinging sensation down her body. She spread her legs as far as she could before wrapping them around his body, still hard up against hers. He nibbled her ear, and moan in to it almost as rhythmically as his movements were. Nothing to them mattered at this moment. The phone rang but they did not bother to stop. The clock ticked on the nightstand but they did not hear it. Only the sounds of their moaning kept them going. If one of them would moan louder they would move faster. Her body was contracting against his, his body pounding in to hers.
He slowed down, kissing her neck and traveling down to her breasts. He bit hard, as hard as he thought she could take. He wrapped his hand around her throat and pushed himself lower. He licked, he bit and sucked every part of her in. When he arrived between her legs, she held her breath. His tongue was hot against her skin. He darted his tongue in and out of her, he tasted, he devoured her as much as he could before rising and plunging back in to her hard. They made love until both of them were spent and even then they did not want to stop. She fell asleep in his arms, feeling vulnerable, a feeling she wasn't quite aware she knew how to feel. When she woke up in the morning he was gone. Had she just imagined making love to him? Did she lack so much self control that she could not handle herself in times of sexual release? Had she just made the worst mistake of her career?
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