Tonight is all about Burgess and her pleasure.

Chapter 3

Kim turned over in Hank's arms.

He was asleep. With a smile on his face. She liked it, that smile. And for a moment she wondered what he was actually dreaming about. Maybe about the past couple of hours? Of the uninhibited sex they had had? The kisses. In any case, Kim had enjoyed the last few hours with Hank very much. Today they had not experimented so much in bed - well the sex had still been breathtaking even if it had not been the caboose or golden arch, but just the good old missionary position. But today it was exactly what Kim had needed. And Hank too. Slow and sensual.

Actually, Kim should get up now, get dressed and go home.

Those were the rules.

Somehow, though, she couldn't do it. She didn't want to. Not now. Well, not since their night together had been cancelled last week. Kim felt like they had to make up for all of it - the sex they had not had last week. She had missed feeling Hank deep inside her. And his kisses on her skin.

And yet there was something that was driving her out of bed, now. Kim suddenly felt hungry – for food. So she grabbed Hank's shirt that was lying on the floor next to the bed and put it on. A moment later, the scent of his aftershave hit her nose. It felt as if he had pulled Kim into his arms, but it was only his shirt that the scent clung to. Kim smiled.

Quietly, she walked barefoot down the stairs.

In the kitchen, she made herself a sandwich. Anyway, she was in the process of doing so when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her body from behind. Hank's arms. Unnoticed by Kim, he had stepped up behind her.

"I woke up and you weren't there," he said, brushing a kiss on the crook of her neck.

"I was hungry," Kim explained, turning in Hank's arms so she could now look at him.

When he had woken up and Kim was no longer lying next to him, he had thought that she had already left, just like all the other Fridays before. But then he had seen her clothes, her bra, still lying on the floor next to his bed. And her panties. That's why Hank had gone looking for Kim.

For a moment he had leaned against the doorframe and watched her standing there at the countertop, barefoot, wearing only his shirt - Hank had simply had no other choice at that moment. He had given in to the inner urge. He had had to touch her right here, right now.

Sometimes, when Kim and he were on the precinct, he found it hard not to touch her. It was nearly impossible – to resist the urge. More than once he had imagined what it would be like if he pulled her to him right then and kissed her. If he pressed her against the wall and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Or if he stripped off her clothes and fucked her – right there in his office, on his desk.

That was one of his sexual fantasies - sex on the precinct. Sex with Kim. Hank felt himself getting turned on by the idea. Maybe he should finally voice it out loud and tell her. The thing he wanted for one of the next few Fridays. Having sex at the precinct. In his office.

But for now, Kim's appetite had to be satisfied. It was the kind of appetite that he felt too.

"I know something I can do, let's go upstairs, to bed, and I'll show you how I satisfy your craving," Hank murmured, letting his hand roam over her side. As he slid his hand under the shirt he felt that she was not wearing panties. Slowly, he let his fingers move between her legs.

"Hank, not that kind of hungry," and yet she allowed him to kiss her and touch her that way.

Hank's fingers stroked slowly up and down. He could feel the wetness on his fingers. He was responsible for this wetness. His touches and his kisses.

"God, you are so wet," he whispered. He couldn't wait until they were upstairs in his bedroom. He wanted her now. Hank gently pushed her backward until Kim felt the countertop pressing into her lower back. And then he pushed himself between her thighs as he stroked his thumb over the fabric of his shirt, over her nipple, until she stretched hard against him.

Slowly, Hank pushed the fabric of the shirt up and over her head. Hank looked at Kim for a moment. Jesus fucking Christ, she was beautiful.

He lowered his head and sucked one of the nipples into his mouth, while massaging the other breast with his hand. Kim could feel his hard erection pressing against her thigh. A moan escaped from her throat.

And a moment later, Kim suddenly found herself sitting on the countertop. Hank positioned himself between her thighs. He lowered his head again and placed his lips on the small hollow at her throat. He breathed another kiss on it. His hand settled on her waist - possessively. His other hand stroked over her belly.

"I want to taste you," Hank admitted.

Kim liked the idea. Hank was very talented - with his tongue. He had proven that to her more than once.

"Then do that, lick my pussy," she whispered in his ear.

Hank nodded. That's exactly what he would do. He kissed her on the mouth, then her neck, before lowering himself to his knees in front of her.

With his fingers, he pushed her thighs apart before lowering his head. He lathes his tongue along her inner thigh. Gently sucking on the soft flesh until a bruise appeared. He had marked her.

Kim gasped but still she managed to stay calm. Well, she tried to. Kim was so aroused - when Hank accidentally brushed his fingertip over her clit, she had a hard time suppressing a moan. Kim bit her lips to stifle the orgasm that was fast approaching. She didn't want to orgasm yet. She wanted to savor the whole thing a bit more - until the last moment. In fact, she would prefer to orgasm with Hank inside her. They had had sex here in the kitchen before. Hard sex.

"Hank," Kim moaned.

"Show me that you like it. I want to hear it. I want to hear you moan. How you scream my name when I make you come."

And then Hank lowered his head again. At first it was just a tease. Very lightly, he nudged the tip of his tongue against her clit before placing a kiss. Directly on her pussy. Tenderly he sucked on her labia.

Kim was glad she had shaved last night. The feeling of his lips directly on her skin. Unbelievable good.

"Don't stop."

Hanks tongue now swirled around her lips. And he began to find a rhythm, moving up, then down, he was trying his best to tease her. Gently licking her clit.

Often foreplay was cut short when they both had sex, but this time, Hank wanted to pleasure her. He wanted her to feel good. Satisfied.

„So good", he whispered and pushed his tongue inside her. Kim was arching her back, moaning.

"I am about, I, god Hank," Kim was barely able to utter a complete sentence.

She ran her fingers through his short hair, while he continued to suck her clit. Shortly after he pushed a finger inside her – touching her. Very quickly he had found her g-spot. Slowly he moved his finger inside her – in and out, hitting her g-spot. All the time he also pleasured her with his tongue, licking her clitoris.

"Hank, oh God," she moaned as her hips bucked up into his face. She felt the orgasm rolling toward her. But it never took him long to make her come, when he pleasured her with his mouth. Her groans and whimpers drove him to not stop until her orgasm took over.

"Hank, I. ., HANK", she screamed his name.

As the orgasm swept Kim away, Hank didn't slow down. He continued to lick her and nibble on her clit until the orgasm had completely ebbed. Then he slowly rose from the floor and pulled Kim into his arms.

Almost tenderly, he stroked a strand of tangled hair out of her face and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Let's go back to bed."