Delanie’s sister, on the other hand?
“Dillan asleep?” I asked against Delanie’s mouth.
“Yes,” she said as her mouth moved down the length of my throat, touching her lips to the only available skin that my uniform allowed.
I flicked out the lights anyway, and the moment that I got close enough to the couch, I collapsed onto it with Delanie on top.
Her warm breasts pillowed against my face when I slouched down, causing a soft moan to slip free of my mouth.
“I want to taste them,” I growled.
She unbuttoned the three buttons on the front of her gown and slipped one of her breasts free.
I leaned forward and popped the nipple into my mouth, slowly circling the turgid tip with my tongue as I worked my cock free of my pants.
She lifted up to give me more room, pressing her breasts hard against my face.
I held my cock up straight and then guided her hips back downward.
She engulfed me in one smooth slide. Her pussy taking the entirety of my cock from tip to hilt.
She was so tight, hot and wet that my eyes crossed in reaction.
Her hands went to my face and she pulled her nipple away from me, only to replace it seconds later with the other one.
I sucked the peak into my mouth, flicked it with my tongue, and Delanie started to ride me, momentarily popping her nipple free of my mouth.
I didn’t know how this kept happening.
All I knew was that I’d seen her, she was staring at me as if she knew exactly what I wanted, and we were on her couch.
Her hot, voluptuous breasts were pillowing on my chest as she slowly rode my cock.
Up and down. Slow and easy. Exactly how I found that I liked it when it came to her.
I loved to feel her glide over me, pulling me into her body slowly so that I could feel every single inch of her more fully.
I wasn’t saying that I didn’t like fast sex with her. I just loved slow. Loved that this way, I could get lost in her slow, erotic descent and ascent.
I growled and sucked her neck, hands clenching on her hips as her wetness started to coat me fully. God, she felt like a slice of heaven that was all for me.
“Unit 21, this is dispatch. We have a 10-59 at 3883 Willowbrook Lane,” dispatch called.
I paused, knowing that I needed to respond or they’d keep calling.
And I really didn’t want anyone to say anything more, so I placed my hand over Delanie’s mouth, gave her a look that clearly said ‘be quiet’ and depressed the button on my mic. I kept Delanie moving, though, urging her on with my hand on her hips. A little faster now.
“10-4. Unit 21 en route,” I said.
I was proud of myself for not sounding breathless.
My balls were drawn up, and I could feel the edges of my orgasm flirting at the periphery.
“Touch your clit. I need you to hurry.”
She must not have heard, or if she did, she ignored me, continuing her slow erotic pace.
I couldn’t have that.
I really did need to go.
Which was why seconds later I flipped her over onto her back and started to fuck her harder, my hand going to her inner thigh where I stretched a finger out and slowly flicked her clit.
She gasped, her entire body jolting with the touch.
I grinned down at her.
“What’s a 10-59?” She gasped, her legs up by her ears as I took her hard and fast.
I didn’t want to say.
If I said, it might very well turn her off, and God, her pussy was clenching on my cock so deliciously that I never wanted to stop.
I didn’t answer and instead lifted my hips slightly and took her from a different angle.
She came then, hard and fast, pulling me right along with her.
It was only a few seconds later that I reluctantly pulled out and yanked her nightgown down so she didn’t make a mess all over her couch.
I leaned forward, pressed a kiss to her satiated lips, and stood.
Tucking myself still wet with both of us back into my underwear, then further into my uniform, I watched her.
“What’s a 10-59?” she asked again, not bothering to even raise her head.
I grimaced. “A murder suicide.”
When I left thirty seconds later, I knew that she watched me go the entire time.
And even though she was in the doorway as I got into my car, I refused to allow myself to look at her.
This was a really bad idea.
I shouldn’t have done it.
Yet, I couldn’t make myself regret it.
***
Delanie
As I watched him go, I knew that it would be our last time together.
There was something about the way that he refused to make eye contact with me that made me realize that we’d overstepped the imaginary line that he’d drawn in the sand. And to get me back where I belonged, he had to use his self-control to make sure we didn’t overstep again. Because it was more than obvious, when it came to Bourne Pena, that Delanie Davidsdottir didn’t have any.