grasped it in one
hand.
Wired
with erotic intent, she dropped to her knees and rubbed her hands the length of
his shaft. After applying enough
friction to create static electricity, she took him into her mouth. She sucked him like a straw, as if she were
enjoying the richest, thickest chocolate malt ever. His inarticulate sounds of
pleasure pleased her and notched her need up several degrees.
After
Cecily brought him to the brink of orgasm, she withdrew, and he pulled her up
by one hand. He backed her to the bed
and they collapsed onto it, Daniel beneath and Cecily on top. She put her ass on his thighs and put one leg
on either side of him, knees bent at an angle. Cecily kept her arms outside of his legs as she lowered her pussy above
his rigid dick. She hiked her butt to
allow the deepest penetration. “Come
on,” she said.
“I’m
there,” he gasped. “I’m a fast learner.”
Daniel
thrust his hips upward as she rocked harder. Their combined rhythm evoked a carnal delight and Cecily slowed, afraid
she’d come too fast. She wanted them to
climax together and struggled to pace her actions. He matched her rhythm and the languid
movements heightened the intensity. He
convulsed under her and she let it go, embraced the wild, wonderful rush and
erotic spasms. His cock shot cum into
her with a magnificent blast and at the last moment they linked hands. She rocked with the momentum but after the
last quivering delight, Cecily couldn’t keep her knees upright so she rolled
off Daniel to lie beside him, sweat-soaked and still buzzing.
He
shifted position to face her and she curled around him, unwilling to break
their physical connection. She basked in
his body heat and relished his musky aroma. Cecily drowsed against him and when he slid into sleep, she
followed. Her questions would keep until
morning.
****
They
woke as the first light of dawn filtered through the darkness, shifting black
to gray. She awakened to meet his gaze,
steady and seductive. Daniel lay facing
her, propped upright on his left elbow. When he realized she was aware, he smiled. “So, ask me anything,” he said.
Cecily
gathered her thoughts and asked the things she wanted, one at a time, in random
order as she recalled them. “Okay,” she said. “You’re not on vacation, are
you?”
“No,
I’m not.”
“Then
you can check out of your cockroach motel and stay with me,” Cecily said with a
small grin. “Can’t you?”
“I
can and I will. Next?”
“How
long have you been an FBI agent?”
“Ten
years.”
Although
she felt like a prosecuting attorney with the inquiries, she continued. She had
to know these things. “What’d you do before you became a G-man?”
“Grew
up in Forth Worth, graduated from high school, and worked my way through
college to earn a criminal justice degree at Texas State University. I spent a couple years working as a cop over
in Shreveport before I joined the bureau.”
She
tried to do the math and couldn’t compute without morning coffee. “How old are
you, Daniel?”
“Thirty-four,”
he said. “I got my degree when I was twenty-one. I’m seven years older than you. Is it too old?”
How’s he know how old I am? Oh,
right, he’s got a file. Probably knows more about me than I do. And it doesn’t
even make me mad if he does.
“No,”
she replied. “Oh, hell, no—age doesn’t matter much once you get old enough to
drink, drive, and vote, does it?”
His mouth widened in a grin. “Guess not. What
else do you want to know?”
“Tell
me about what happened to Willard.”
“You
don’t know?” He sounded surprised.
“All
I know is what Nia told me,” she said. He looked blank. “Nia’s my cousin, ‘bout the only relative I’ve got left
I care about. She called, told me my ex
got gunned down on the front steps and someone heisted the jewelry. It had to be the stuff he kept in the safe at
the house,
hand.
Wired
with erotic intent, she dropped to her knees and rubbed her hands the length of
his shaft. After applying enough
friction to create static electricity, she took him into her mouth. She sucked him like a straw, as if she were
enjoying the richest, thickest chocolate malt ever. His inarticulate sounds of
pleasure pleased her and notched her need up several degrees.
After
Cecily brought him to the brink of orgasm, she withdrew, and he pulled her up
by one hand. He backed her to the bed
and they collapsed onto it, Daniel beneath and Cecily on top. She put her ass on his thighs and put one leg
on either side of him, knees bent at an angle. Cecily kept her arms outside of his legs as she lowered her pussy above
his rigid dick. She hiked her butt to
allow the deepest penetration. “Come
on,” she said.
“I’m
there,” he gasped. “I’m a fast learner.”
Daniel
thrust his hips upward as she rocked harder. Their combined rhythm evoked a carnal delight and Cecily slowed, afraid
she’d come too fast. She wanted them to
climax together and struggled to pace her actions. He matched her rhythm and the languid
movements heightened the intensity. He
convulsed under her and she let it go, embraced the wild, wonderful rush and
erotic spasms. His cock shot cum into
her with a magnificent blast and at the last moment they linked hands. She rocked with the momentum but after the
last quivering delight, Cecily couldn’t keep her knees upright so she rolled
off Daniel to lie beside him, sweat-soaked and still buzzing.
He
shifted position to face her and she curled around him, unwilling to break
their physical connection. She basked in
his body heat and relished his musky aroma. Cecily drowsed against him and when he slid into sleep, she
followed. Her questions would keep until
morning.
****
They
woke as the first light of dawn filtered through the darkness, shifting black
to gray. She awakened to meet his gaze,
steady and seductive. Daniel lay facing
her, propped upright on his left elbow. When he realized she was aware, he smiled. “So, ask me anything,” he said.
Cecily
gathered her thoughts and asked the things she wanted, one at a time, in random
order as she recalled them. “Okay,” she said. “You’re not on vacation, are
you?”
“No,
I’m not.”
“Then
you can check out of your cockroach motel and stay with me,” Cecily said with a
small grin. “Can’t you?”
“I
can and I will. Next?”
“How
long have you been an FBI agent?”
“Ten
years.”
Although
she felt like a prosecuting attorney with the inquiries, she continued. She had
to know these things. “What’d you do before you became a G-man?”
“Grew
up in Forth Worth, graduated from high school, and worked my way through
college to earn a criminal justice degree at Texas State University. I spent a couple years working as a cop over
in Shreveport before I joined the bureau.”
She
tried to do the math and couldn’t compute without morning coffee. “How old are
you, Daniel?”
“Thirty-four,”
he said. “I got my degree when I was twenty-one. I’m seven years older than you. Is it too old?”
How’s he know how old I am? Oh,
right, he’s got a file. Probably knows more about me than I do. And it doesn’t
even make me mad if he does.
“No,”
she replied. “Oh, hell, no—age doesn’t matter much once you get old enough to
drink, drive, and vote, does it?”
His mouth widened in a grin. “Guess not. What
else do you want to know?”
“Tell
me about what happened to Willard.”
“You
don’t know?” He sounded surprised.
“All
I know is what Nia told me,” she said. He looked blank. “Nia’s my cousin, ‘bout the only relative I’ve got left
I care about. She called, told me my ex
got gunned down on the front steps and someone heisted the jewelry. It had to be the stuff he kept in the safe at
the house,
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