Nothing is more difficult than updating a story that has been on hiatus for a year and three months. I apologize for the long wait. Just recently these two decided to get their freak on and demanded that I update or else they would keep me awake. This chapter is rated "M". And yes, there will be one more.
You Get It Up
His mouth went dry. Dave swore he had swallowed his tongue.
"Do you like what you see?" Em stepped out of her slacks. If the stupefied look on her partner's face was any indicator, she would bet her year's pay that the answer was yes.
"And if I don't?" Dave challenged, but his voice cracked. Twice he tried to clear it.
"I think you're lying." Em cupped her breasts in her hands. "I think you like it." Her eyes were half closed from ecstasy as she fondled herself. "I think that you would trade places with me…if you could get up from that chair. Mmmmm."
Dave shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Was it him or did the temperature in the office increase by fifteen degrees? He resisted the urge to grab a folder and fan himself, but when Em's hand dipped inside the cup of her bra and teased her nipple, he almost went over the edge.
"Do you want some of this?" Em purred. "Don't you want to know what it would be like to touch them?" She took a step toward him. "Taste them?" She unfastened the front clasp to free her breasts. The bra fell to the floor. Three more steps, she was standing in front of Dave stark naked as the day she was born.
"Touch me." Em took Dave's hand in hers and guided it to her breasts. Hesitant at first, Dave held the pure white globe in his palm. "Hmmm." Em closed her eyes as he tweaked the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The hardened peak invited him. How could he resist?
A jolt of electricity shot thru her when Dave closed his mouth over the perky, rose coloured nipple and suckled. The brush of his goatee against her sensitive skin made Em's blood run hot. Her thighs clenched and released as Dave increased his torment of sucking, nibbling, caressing.
"Ohhhhh," Em moaned softly, her fingers weaved in Dave's hair. She thrust toward him so he could take more of her. "Yes," she purred when his hand snuck between her thighs and stroked her. Her hips undulated as he tried to push her over the precipice. But she wasn't going to go that easy.
Pulling back, she took pleasure in his groan of frustration. Pressing a finger against his lips, Em cut off his protest. "You've had your fantasies about me." Her finger trailed from Dave's mouth, down his neck to his dress shirt. "This is my turn. So, sit back and enjoy."
With deft fingers, Em released each button and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. "Better. Much better," she purred and leaned down to kiss him. As their lips met, her hands were busy trying to remove the rest of his clothing. Grabbing the edge of his t-shirt, Em pulled it over his head.
"What are you doing?" Dave demanded breathless and excited. But he lost his train of thought when Em trailed her lips along his jaw, down his neck, before closing her mouth over one of his nipples. A weird bit of electricity coursed thru his body and he closed his eyes.
Intoxicated by his cologne, Em concentrated on loving Dave with her mouth, but her hands continued on their journey downward. Reaching the belt on his jeans, Em blindly released it and fumbled with the button on the waistband.
"Seriously?" she muttered against Dave's skin. "You wore the button fly jeans today?"
"Is that going to pose as a problem?" his tone held amusement.
"Never," Em returned saucily. Quickly she unfastened the buttons on the fly and parted the material. "Oh," she breathed, her body going hot and her thighs clenching tightly. "You have been a bad boy, Dave Rossi," she reprimanded, her hand grasping his length. "A really bad boy. You need to be punished."
Tantalizingly slow, Em licked Dave's mushroom tip, her eyes locked with his. She licked again, followed by gentle nibbling. She took pleasure in the way he took in a sharp breath, so she did it again and again, each time becoming a little bolder. Wrapping her hand around him, she licked his mushroomed tip as though it was an ice cream quickly melting in the sun. Her tongue and hand worked in tandem.
"Fuck," Dave groaned as Em increased her strokes. He tried to read her next move, but her sly smile gave nothing away. He nearly died when she took the full length of his erection in her mouth and loved him. Almost forgetting to breath, he tried to concentrate on something other than the way her tongue was stroking him. "Em…" Her name was all the energy he had left. She was killing him!
Pulling him out of her mouth, Em trailed her tongue from his swollen mushroom tip, down the rigid length of his staff, to the base. Burying her face, she breathed in his musk and opened her mouth to complete loving him.
Dave's eyes rolled up in the back of his head. He considered himself an expert in the field of sex and lovemaking – God knew that no woman ever left his bed without being fully and thoroughly ravished – but Emily Prentiss was showing him a new trick. Fisting his hands in her black locks, he held on for dear life as her hand and mouth tried to bring him to completion.
Pulling Em's head up, Dave leaned down and kissed her hard and fast. His body was throbbing with need to be inside of her. Cupping her breasts, he fitted them around his swollen cock and thrust forward.
"Do you like that?" he growled and thrust again.
"Do you?" she shot back.
"Oh yeah. I do. A lot." His thrusts came faster. "I'm going to cum," he gasped. His hips began rabbit like thrusts. Her warm, sweet mouth wrapped around him, halting any chance of ending the torture.
Em pulled back. "Oh, no, you're not. This is my fantasy, and it's over when I say it's over." She blew gently on the swollen tip. The cool air made it jerk twice. "Here I thought you were the FBI Lothario with the water cooler reputation," she purred, shaking her head with disappointment. Her hand still stroked him. Gently, slowly.
Grasping her shoulders, Dave stood up. "I'll show my reputation, sweetheart!" Pressing his mouth to hers, he forced her lips open with his tongue and let it mate with hers. Her whimpers of excitement barely reached his ears as he pushed his jeans and boxers down.
Pressing the hard length of his erection against Em's flat belly, he let her feel his desire, while one hand caressed her breast and the other found the small pink nub of her womanhood. Expertly, he flicked his finger until her hips undulated and she moaned low in her throat.
"That's it, baby," he spoke against her lips. "Come for me. Faster." He dipped a finger in her wet folds to test her resistance. Finding none, he inserted a second finger and thrust deep. He took pleasure from her gasp of surprise, but the sweet torture continued.
"Ooooh," Em groaned as her body kept up with Dave's hand. "Don't…stop…" she panted. Sweat rolled down between her breasts, and her body was on fire, but there was no stopping the orgasm sweeping over her. Tighter and tighter the coil became until at last it snapped.
Crying out, Em's body tensed, then jerked spasmodically once, twice, then relaxed. Resting her head on Dave's shoulder, she tried to catch her breath. "Fuck. Oh fuck." She lifted her head. Her brown eyes were shining with the afterglow of reaching the summit by someone other than herself.
"Well, what do you know," Dave chided. "Emily Prentiss has a potty mouth." He pulled his fingers out and licked off the juice. "And she's pretty wet, too."
Em's eyes narrowed with defiance. Taking Dave's hand, she licked his finger clean. "So, what are you going to do about it?" she challenged.
Grabbing her hair in his fist, Dave yanked her head back, then delivered a punishing kiss. Eyes blazing hotter than the temperature in the room, he scanned Em's body. "Turn around," he ordered.
