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Angels and Devils
He was an angel, the perfect detective. The perfect gentleman. Kind, caring. Sweet. That was until, she came along. Dressed in black, dark, sexy, scary, distracting. She was the devil. And she brought out the devil in him.
It started off small. They would be on a case together, a stakeout, or crime scene investigation. She would make a joke and make him laugh, or she would say something or do something to distract him. She would joke around back at the precinct, making his reports late or sloppy.
Then, as time went on, Things got more intense. Soon, she was flirting with him, things would get more physical. To the point where his girlfriends would bore him, because they did not give the spark that she gave.
Then one day, things escalated to the point of no return. They were in Shaw's bar, celebrating the cracking of a case which they did not believe could be solved. Both were tired beyond belief, but so satisfied. They were about 7 drinks in, when she made a move.
He had gone off to the bathroom, and when he came out, she found her waiting outside the door. He had opened his mouth to say something. When she pushed him in to a wall. In that glorious moment, she pressed her soft lips to his and kissed him with passion he had never felt before.
The sparks that flew in that kiss could not be compared to the biggest fireworks display. His whole body was on fire, burning with need and built-up lust. She pushed him back in to the door, her hands working on picking the lock, which at the time he did not notice, but thinking back on it later, he realised was actually rather impressive that she was able to pick a lock, behind his back with her eyes closed.
None the less, no more than 20 seconds later, the door flew open, and the pair backed inside. Once against the back wall, she picked herself up to wrap her legs around his waist. He was not one to deny her, especially not in this position. She brought out the devil in him. But he loved it.
She rocked her hips in a blissful way, and he felt his already engorged member grow impossibly hard for her. Aching with need and desire, she matched his lust. Her kiss grew sloppy, as all her focus was the movements of her hips against his.
Her hands made quick work of his shirt, hands toying at the fabric, pulling the material from his broad shoulder. Slipping down his body. She exposed his chest. While not quite at Terry's level of muscular. Jake was deceptively attractive. She always loved how she was one of the few to witness such masterpiece.
Desperate for some relief, he took control. He spun them and pushed her against a wall. With the support behind her, he released his hands and ripped her shirt from her body. Buttons flew off in all directions, but that was the least of their worries.
He made quick work of detaching her bra and throwing it too, to the floor below, His hands teasing the nipples of the hard globes that now resided in his hands. His hands were cool to her hot skin, and her nipples pebbled as he rolled them between his fingers. She moaned a breathy moan and threw her head back as pleasure ran through her like white hot poison.
His lips drifted to her ear and kissed along the outer shell. Blowing softy against the delicate skin behind, she shuddered as the feeling went straight to her core. His lips kissed down to her neck, sucking softly on her pulse point, kissing up and down, nibbling on her ear lobe.
Her hips were driving him wild. Only encouraged by his lips. She moaned his name, and begun to rock her hips with insatiable vigour. He knew what she wanted. He brought his hands down her body to the top of her hipbones, fingering the fabric of her jeans. She kicked off her shoes, and then stood on the floor. Detaching herself from him.
He made quick work of undoing her jeans, letting the fabric pool by her ankles. He dropped to his knees in front of her, pulling down the soft fabric of her lace thong, which he now realised matched the bra he threw away earlier.
He pulled the fabric down, and swiped a finger of her hot, wet core. She moaned his name lightly. Feeling encouraged by her attitude, he brought his tongue down across her slit. It was hard with the angle he was at, but he could latch on to her clit easily. He suckled lightly.
"Jake" She moaned, slowly. Desperate. His mouth worked magic on her she craved. She was sodden. He could taste her. He wanted nothing more than to swallow every drop of her. He loved how she tasted. His lips dropped to her inner thigh. Kissing softly. She moaned, rocking her hips, trying to get her back inside her.
He stood, kissing her again. Letting her tongue taste herself from him. He gave her one more kiss, then spun her round, so she was facing the wall. She heard the faint zip as he unzipped his zipper. The fabric of his jeans slipped down his thighs, and he kicked them off. Followed quickly by his boxers.
She could feel the heat of him against her. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling them back as he slipped inside her. He filled her so deliciously as stretched her out to her limits. She threw her head back as he begun to thrust. So deep, positioning himself at the angles she craved.
She was in a state of ecstasy. She needed him. There was no end to his pleasure, as his hands, still on her hips, helped her by thrusting him, matching it by rocking against him. Her breathing quickly grew erratic as he increased his pace.
Not being able to contain her moans any more, she started moaning his name, low in her throat as he brought her to the edge and left her there. Teasing her. Desperate to hear her beg for him more, louder.
He felt her start to tighten. Not ready himself, he pulled out, and spun her round, once more. He flipped her over, and pushed back into her once more. She bit her lip as he did. He made sure to hit her G Spot from this angle, and thrusted into her beauty without giving her time to adjust.
He pounded with such passion and desperation; she could feel herself drawing closer to the edge. He kissed her deep, to muffle her scream, as she came undone around him. Her climax coaxing his own.
Coming down from their shared high, he slipped out, and reluctantly put her down. She leant against the wall; afraid her knees would give way under her. He placed a hand around her waist and kissed her once more.
She was the devil. She brought out the worst in him. But he loved it.