"Tell me I can have you, just this one night." He spoke simply, and she looked at him from the other side of the room. The air took on a new thickness as they stood there. Violet had on a yellow sundress and barely there sandals.
Andrew stood there with his white t-shirt and dark blue jeans, his light brown hair lying perfectly over his collar. It was only just beyond that length and it framed his face in the dim light of the room. His black boots made him two inches taller than his already enormous 6'4" frame that dwarfed her own as she stood almost 10 inches shorter.
Tonight was supposed to be about them working together undercover. She had tried her best to be the innocent girl that the killer was seeking. The monster had been after younger girls who were particularly innocent in their appearance and Andrew had convinced her that she needed to be bait. He always did ask her to help out on these excursions. She usually worked as backup in the office, doing research when he needed it. It was a role she enjoyed, being the agent who anyone could call.
Sure she had a crush on this man just like every other woman in the office did, but it was never something she intended to act on. But this case had been different. During this case, she had worked so closely with him in the field and then finally agreed to be bait. It might have been because his partner was busy, but it might have been more. All she knew was by the time they were driving over to the bar tonight, Andrew had been unable to look away from her. It was something palpable that had started with a touch or two in the first few days, and had evolved into pure thick tension by the time they reached the hotel tonight.
Now, that beautiful man stood on the other side of the room staring at her with his hazel eyes and he was asking the impossible.
"We shouldn't, you know that." She was breathing heavy despite no effort to do anything on her part.
"I know, but I can't stop myself anymore. If you don't want me, then I'll walk away. I'll find a way to bury it deep down. But if you tell me you're thinking the same thing, then let's just get it out of the way because I can't not touch you anymore." Andrew was so serious as he ran his fingers through his hair pulling it out of his face.
"I'm yours tonight." Her voice was even as she looked at him, but it was soft and he raised his head looking back at her.
"Say it again, Lita." His chest moved with his breath as she felt the air get thicker.
"I'm yours Andrew." His eyes trained in on hers and he stalked his way across the room. When he reached her there was a momentary pause before he slammed his lips onto hers. The electricity between them seemed to suck all the air out of the room and her world spun as she felt those soft pink lips.
His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him as his hand threaded through her hair. She whimpered softly at the feeling of being swept up by him. The man she had worked next to for so many years was now enveloping her vey being. His essence seeping into her pours as she took in the heady smell of sandalwood and sweat that poured from him.
As they continued to kiss, she relaxed into it all and let her own hands grab at him. One went into those soft brown locks of his holding them against his face and marveling at the softness that touched her fingertips. The other hand held desperately to his bicep where it flexed as he pulled her head against him.
He pulled back only a moment as he looked into her face, and then plunged back against her kissing her deeper this time. The meeting of their lips had become wet somehow instead of just a soft touching. They were now fighting to get as deep into each other as they could. Andrew pushed her back against the wall and used it to hold her up as he grabbed at the bottom of his own shirt. His lips were gone for only a second as the fabric was pulled off and discarded.
Her hands moved quicker now finding his body and caressing over the tight skin of his chest. The softness of his chest hair sending tingles down her fingers to her very core. He groaned as she brushed over his nipples with both fingers and took her mouth once again. His tongue begged for entrance, prodding at her bottom lip. She obliged letting the first light touch of it meet her own tentatively. The kisses deepened once more as they both moaned and held on for dear life. The passion between them was stifling and it made her wonder how much more she could take.
When Andrew pulled back, he smiled and wrapped his arms around her lifting her from the floor and holding her to his own body. He walked over to her hotel bed, and then sat down pulling her up and against him. She paused before surrendering again letting her eyes watch as her fingers trailed over his body, his eyes shut lightly taking her touch willingly.
His hands drifted up the sides of her dress, over the fabric reaching her armpits before sliding to the back and easing the zipper down. She plunged her mouth onto his sliding her own tongue inside to resume their wrestling even as his calloused fingers eased the straps of her dress down her arms. She let the dress fall around her and then felt the warmth of his embrace pull her against him.
Standing between his legs now, she was the perfect height to hold his face and get lost in what their mouths were doing. Andrew's hands explored her frame as she held on. He brushed lightly over her sides and stomach before caressing down over her panties and then grasping the back of her legs pulling her up and onto his lap. She accepted the invitation and hopped up.
"Your skin is so soft." His words were a whisper as his lips left hers and he trailed them softly over her jaw. The slight touch was enough to send goosebumps flying over her as she held on. When he reached down to take her neck, she leaned back giving him access. His lips parted slightly allowing him to plant slow wet kisses on her skin before raking his tongue in lazy patterns over it. His mouth burned a trail on her flesh as it went down to the top of her bra before he grabbed her left breast and sunk teeth softly into the flesh that lay atop the cup of fabric.
"Oh Andrew, yes." She sighed and felt his hands lace back into her hair pulling her face down so she looked directly at him.
"I've wanted you since the moment you walked into that office, wanted to touch you, taste you, but most of all hear how you sound. Please, don't be shy like you usually are tonight. Let me hear how I make you feel." His voice was low and thick as he spoke and it made her pussy water. He was right; she usually grew shy around people, only opening up when she was drinking. His eyes burned into her as they stared at each other.
His hand moved around the fabric before him before undoing her bra with a quick movement. He peeled the straps down slowly leaving those same goosebumps in his wake. Her breasts fell heavy from the bra, her nipples hardened with excitement and the sudden cold air on her burning skin.
"So, beautiful, you're so beautiful Lita." He mused almost to himself before plunging his mouth onto her right nipple. His tongue swirled around the flesh and then he sucked it into his mouth. She moaned at the sensation and felt him respond with his own. His other hand kneaded her left breast as he lavished attention on her. She felt her pussy engorge as he worked on her, felt the muscles in her lower abdomen start to tighten as he moved. His hand and mouth like magic started to send waves of pleasure to her core.
