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Waking early the next morning, she stretched and moaned against the aching soreness in her nether regions. Never the less, last night had been the most erotic evening she'd ever experienced, she wouldn't change it for the world.
Still naked, feeling slightly icky since she was still covered in bodily fluids, she pulled on another short robe and left her bedroom to hunt down a cup of strong coffee before she jumped in the shower. She almost snorted to herself. It wasn't like she needed to rush, she had no where to go.
She padded down the carpeted hallway to the kitchen and was surprised to find her lover leaning against the counter, fully dressed, his own cup resting in his talented hands as he looked out of the window.
He must have been deep in thought, because he jerked when she leaned up and kissed his cheek, before catching himself and cupping her jaw, smiling softly at her before capturing her lips. She moaned against his mouth as he swept his tongue inside of her briefly before pulling away.
"Good morning, stud. What has you so deep in thought?"
He shrugged, his dark eyes intense. "Just...thinkin'."
She raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Oh no, I'm getting deja-vu. You plus thinkin' is never good."
He sighed lightly, cupping her jaw and giving her another soft kiss. "I'm supposed to protect you. It's my job. Why can't I protect you from myself?"
She scrunched her nose in confusion but didn't answer him. He could practically see the cogs turning, so he elaborated. "Last night, hell, every night...baby, I-damn-I didn't think. We didn't use anything."
She let out a snort and put her hand on her hip. "Little late, don't you think, lover?"
"You're not helping" He ran a hand over his smooth head. "I get within a mile of you and I can't think straight. I can't help myself. I'm sorry, doll. If any-"
She raised a finger to shush him. "Stop panicking, Derek. We're fine. I'm on the pill. I thought you knew...it's not like I'm allowed to go get it myself, is it?"
He sighed again, relieved, and wrapped his arms tightly around her, nuzzling her hair. "How are you feeling this morning?"
She smiled saucily at him. "Umm, I'm feeling sore and well fucked. A stud crept into my bedroom last night and stole all of my womanly innocence." She winked at him and he felt the stirrings of arousal beginning again. Of course, that could've been the incredibly short robe she was rockin' this morning. Truth be told, his prick was a little chafed too, much to his surprise. Didn't stop him wanting to do it all over again.
"Wait, wait, stole all of your womanly innocence? Your memory is skewed, darlin'. Must be all the pleasure addling your brain. I distinctly remember you handcuffing me to your bed and having your wicked way with me. I feel kinda used." He smirked at her to show he was playing. She fluttered her lashes up at him coyly. "Yeh? I could use you right now...in the shower. Preferably naked, soaking wet and...hard."
He grinned down at her and pressed a hard kiss to her forehead, anything more and he would be following her down the hall, getting caught be damned. "Get your sexy rump into that bathroom and get in the shower before I spank you, you teasing little minx. It's almost 9, time for shift change. Besides, if I come in that shower with you, you'll get out dirtier than when you got in it. Go."
He smacked her lightly on the ass as he watched her go. Suddenly, she turned back to him with a wicked grin on her face. "I'll go, but just so you know, I'll be thinking of you the whole time."
He almost choked on the sip of coffee in his throat before he spluttered. She'd already gone, giggling down the hall. "Temptress!"
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The next 3 months continued in much the same fashion. He became her best friend, as well as her amazingly talented lover. She giggled, although he was still extremely active in that area too. Just last week, they'd had a hell of a good time while one of the other Agents was just a few feet away on the other side of the wall.
He'd arrived half an hour early, much to Jameson's obvious relief.
"Morgan, man, thanks. It's Jasmine's birthday tomorrow and she's only just told me what I need to get her. I can't find it anywhere! I've gotta call a couple of places and see if I can locate one I can pick up after shift tonight, otherwise I'm screwed!"
She heard her boy toy chuckle lightly and she could picture him shaking his head in amusement. "Man, you are so fuckin' whipped. She's leading you around by the balls, Jameson!"
His fellow Agent merely glared and Morgan left him to it, instead focusing on his usual walk around the apartment to check and double check the security. He'd just checked the hall closet when he heard a slight creak from behind him. Hand rising discreetly to his glock, he swung around slowly, and sucked in a breath when he saw his woman leaning seductively against the bedroom door frame, her succulent curves on display for him as she moved towards him in her birthday suit.
"Damn, baby girl. What the fuck do you think you're doin'? Jameson's in the other room."
She quirked an amused eyebrow at him, clutching his shirt in her hands. "You'll have to be quiet then, won't you, Agent Morgan?"
His mouth pursed in disapproval of her use of his second name, but he shook his head none the less. "We're not doing this right now, Penelope. You'll have to wait half an hour until he's gone."
She pouted up at him, her eyelashes fluttering as she lifted her hands to cup the heavy weight of her breasts in her hands, using her thumbs to brush across her aching nipples. They'd sharpened into points and she hissed as she pinched them between her fingers, rolling them. "But, Derek, I'm so wet. I need you now, I need your big, hard cock slamming inside of me to take the ache away."
He groaned, unable to resist her at the best of times. He had no hope in hell when she was naked, sopping wet and begging for his cock. He pulled her towards him, kissing her hot and hard as he reached between them to unzip his pants. He reached his long fingers inside and pulled his dick out, stroking it a couple of times for good measure before lifting her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall.
Gripping his length again, he positioned himself at her entrance, pulling her down onto him as he thrust home. He stifled both his deep groan and her squeal of pleasure by smashing his mouth against hers. His hips hammered against her as he fucked her, deep and hard.
Her voice was a mere whisper against his ear. "Umm, fuck, hot stuff, yes, fuck me. Ohhhh. What was that about Jameson being led around by the balls? Seems to me, you're not far off it yourself."
He let out a quiet, deep groan, thrusting inside of her harder. "Fuck. You have no idea how good you feel, so tight, so wet, always so fucking horny for me. You can lead me around by the balls any time you want, darlin', as long as I never have to stop fucking your sweet little pussy."
She tightened around him, covering his cock in her juices as his dirty words pushed her into a mind bending orgasm so intense she missed his, as he groaned into her neck and thrust rapidly into her, before collapsing against her and then pulling away sharply when he heard Jameson coming down the hall. Tucking himself back into his pants, he zipped himself back up and stepped out to converse with him, leading him back down towards the loving area and away from the naked devil leaning smugly against the wall, well sated.