Greg had taken Ansley's advice when another body turned up. He hadn't been able to get her off his mind. Things with his wife were rocky at best. He'd contemplated asking the mysterious woman to dinner, but every time when went to phone her, something held him back.
It was early when he returned home from the crime scene. His wife was still gone. She hadn't been home in over a week. His anger put rational thinking far from his mind.
"Hello, Detective." She answered the phone.
"Dinner?" He blurted out before his courage left him.
"I'm not really in the mood to eat, Greg. Is that why you called?"
It hadn't been. Eating had been the last thing on his mind. "Not really." He hesitated.
"Ive got things to do, Detective. If you're not going to tell me..."
He cut her off quickly, "I've been thinking about you. I'm not interested in eating."
She was quiet for a moment. Her silence worried him. It felt like he held his breath until she spoke. "I'll text you my address. Be here in an hour." She hung up then.
His heart was racing. What had he gotten himself into? He worried if he should show up.
She had know exactly why he called. It had been her intention when she wrote her mobile number on the back of her card. They had Greg and most of Scotland Yard on surveillance for months now. She had grown interested in him, and she always got what she wanted.
He knocked nervously on the door to her flat. Once he entered he knew there was no going back.
She opened the door. His mouth gaped at the sight of her. She was in a flowing, red dress. The spaghetti straps slid loosely down her shoulder. The neckline was low and the slit up the side showed more of her thigh than he expected. She stood back, welcoming him in. No sooner had the door closed did he push her up against it, her leg slipping up his. Their mouths melding together.
He had on hand on her thigh, the other holding her hand to the door. His nerves had left his body. She was pressing her body against his, grabbing his hair with her free hand. His hand was slipping further up her thigh eventually feeling the absence of her underwear.
They parted, breathing heavily. He backed away from her, holding her hand tightly in his. He lead her through the double doors to her bed.
He stopped at the foot of the bed, spinning her around. He moved her hair and kissed her neck, searching for zipper to her dress. He watched himself pull the zipper slowly down, exposing her back. He trailed kisses down her spine.
He turned her back around, their eyes meeting. Desire filled both of them. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and watched as the dress fell to the floor. He took in the perfection of her body.
She kicked her pumps off before moving closer to him. She stripped him of his jacket and pulled his shirt over his head. She kissed his neck as she undid his belt, pulling it free from his pants. She moved back to his mouth with hers while she rubbed slowly over his pants on his growing erection.
He pulled her into him, pushing her breasts against his chest. He could feel her elevated heartbeat.
"You're beautiful." He breathed between kisses.
She had unbottoned his pants. She pushed them down and she lowered herself, kissing his chest, stomach, and finally she reached the bareness of his pelvis.
She teased the head of his cock with her tongue, eliciting a quiet moan from Greg. She took the length of him in her mouth, gently and slow at first. His hand was in her hair again.
He allowed a few more moments of this before pulling her back up to his mouth.
Their movements were like dancing. Soon he was pushing her down on the bed, crawling over her. Kissing his way up her legs. He pushed her legs apart, exposing her womanhood. He kissed it lightly, flicking his tongue over her clit. He inserted two fingers into her while toying her clit with his tongue. Her moans were music to his ears.
Her hands and legs were keeping his head in place as her body bowed.
Once satisfied, he moved himself up, positioning his throbbing manhood on the opening of her vagina.
Their eyes met for a moment before he entered her fully. She threw her head back, closing her eyes and moaning loudly. Their bodies melting together, he planted more kisses on her exposed neck, moving down to her nipples. He was thrusting into her hard while working her clit with his thumb and forefinger. He wanted to make her scream. He wanted her never to forget him. He rolled to his back, never leaving her, pulling her on top of him.
She put her hands on his chest, pushing herself up and down faster and faster. His hips meeting her every movement. Her back bowed as pleasure coursed through her body.
He was so close, but he didn't want this moment to end. He was released when he felt her tighten around him.
Her body collapsed on top of him. He kissed the top of her head.
"Shower?" She asked almost breathless.
He felt that the moment had ended as quickly as it began. He wasn't disappointed though. Far from it actually. He also knew he wasn't going to miss an opportunity to see her body longer. "Yes." He answered. He picked her up and placed her on the bed beside him. "I'll start it." He said lifting himself off the bed. Upon entering her bathroom, he found a garden tub partner with a glass door shower. He began running a bath of hot water.
He returned to her room and lifted her off the bed and into his arms.
She smiled at him. Her smile was intoxicating. He stood her up, lowering himself into the bath, motioning for her to join him.