Constance leaned back on her palms and allowed him to undo her buttons. When his long fingers made their way down the whole role, she saw a smile flicker across the agent's mouth when he finally caught sight of the curves of her breasts. He slipped the dress over her head, leaving her in her slip. She couldn't take this game he was playing any more, and began to strip his suit jacket off of him. He started to resist, and she sternly looked him in the eyes.
"Give and take, Aloysius. I don't know how you've done it before, but I know I want to do it differently. I show you, you show me. Give and take." She bit his lower lip seductively, and he shook himself out of his jacket. It amazed Constance that seeing him in just his pants and button up was practically X-rated. As his hands worked their magic over her breasts, she began slowly (trying to keep her patience) unbuttoning his white shirt. It gave her such a thrill to be removing the clothes of man she's pined after, a man who was normally so aloof, so against physical closeness. And yet here they were.
Pendergast took one of her nipples into his mouth, and the sensation was almost too much for Constance to handle. She grinded against him, mentally begging him to take it further, to speed this up. He was so meticulous in everything he did. Finally she managed, with shaking hands, to undo the last button of his white shirt, and slowly pulled it off of his shoulder to reveal his body. His pale torso was such a shock in comparison to the black of his pants. Her eyes roaming over his body, she noticed the many scars that covered it. There was a large one in particular over his ribcage. When she placed her hands on his body, it startled him so that he bit down too hard on one of her nipples, causing her skid back from him with a whimper.
"Constance, I'm so sorry! It's...been a long time since I've been in this situation. Every time you touch me, it's startling." He stared into her eyes, his own filled with fear.
"Aloysius, you need to relax. You know me. Please, trust me."
"I do. I trust you more than anyone else. I..." he trailed off, breaking eye contact, letting the hope in Constance's heart deflate. She thought, for a moment, he was going to say that he loved her.
"Then show me you trust me. Relax. Stop fighting me." She placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him in for a deep embrace. This time she slid her tongue into his mouth, exploring it. He let her hands roam over his shoulders, and, to Constance's great surprise, grabbed one of them and urgently brought it to the front of his pants. He swelled at her touch, and let out a long moan. He began pushing into her hand, his thrusts becoming more urgent. Just as his movements had become so quick she thought he would finish, he abruptly stopped, pulled away from her, and placed his palms down on the dresser. He sheepishly looked at her, a small, boyish smile on his face. So, he had almost finished there. Constance was glad he refrained himself. Like he said, it only gets better.
Shaking with delight at this, Constance allowed herself to smile deviantly at him. Taking this as a challenge, Pendergast pushed her slip up to her hips and caressed the smooth fabric of her panties. She bucked towards him, urging him to go further, to stop teasing. He really was damn good at manipulation. He swiftly slid her panties off under her slip, and, bending down, slowly and teasingly licked her. Every fiber of Constance's being went into overdrive. Diogenes had only hinted at this act, never allowing her the pleasure. She glanced down and saw Pendergast's smooth skin, not as harsh in this dim light. She could see the muscles in his back working as he moved to taste every bit of her. She reached down with her hand and let her fingers roam through his smooth, blonde hair, pulling at it lightly. Her pleasure increased and his tongue began working more frantically. Just as she was about to go over the edge, he stopped. She caught on to his game.
"Give and take, I believe you said," he whispered, the molasses of his words spilling off of his magnificent tongue. He smiled devilishly at her. He was challenging her.
Constance wrapped her legs around Pendergast's hips and flung her arms around his neck, removing herself from atop the dresser and onto his body. She bit his lower lip and eagerly grinded into him, happy to feel he was just as hard, if not harder, as he was earlier. A low moan escaped his throat, and he peered at her through hungry, silver eyes.
"Put me on the bed. Now." Constance decided that she was going to try to run this show. Challenge accepted, Aloysius.