The morning sun is streaming in through the white laced curtains with the sounds of birds chirping signalling that its time to get up and begin a new day as a detective to solve cases with a smile on her face knowing she'll be working with Hiroshi (fiance, Boss and fellow team mate).
As usual he's always up before her, showered, freshly brewed coffee sitting on the table within reaching distance from the couch that he's sitting on while waiting for me with a cigar in hand while reading the newspaper with a serious expression.
I walk through the lounge room with my usual lovey-dovey smile at the sight of him while saying good morning to him, with the same reply back flowing from the very same sweet intoxicating lips that i want to devour every morning.
Pouring the freshly brewed coffee Hiroshi specifically prepared for me, i couldn't help but get lost in my own thoughts about how much it would mean to me to have some hot shower sex in the morning before heading off to work together at least 3 times a week, i haven't confronted him about these arousing feelings i have had towards him for the past month because the thought alone lights a flame to my cheeks and my body aching for his cock plunging inside me vigorously leaving me wet.
I'm brought back to reality realising that i've unconsciously let out a moan loud enough to be heard from the lounge room. knowing this had me turn around in a panic hoping he didn't hear it, thanks to my unluckiness has it completely obvious from the look on his face that he definitely heard it loud and clear, i stumble upon my words having no idea what to say with a fierce blush on my cheeks all the way up to my ears " S-s-sorry, i-i um, urh" all i can think about now is rushing to the shower while trying to calm the very thoughts that are the blame for my arousal.
Still sitting there looking surprised and flustered while listening to my beloved fiance Elektra, whom is now in the shower, i am excited to call her my wife soon after being engaged for 6 months. My curiosity gets the best of me when i'm trying to come to some kind of conclusion as to what Elektra may have been thinking about, fully aware that something has been troubling her for a while now, all the sighing i hear that escapes her lips, how she would get so easily distracted thinking about something when we're working on a case.
By the time i have my mind made up on getting her to share whats been troubling her for the past month, Elektra is already out of the shower and dressed in her black cargo pants, with her pistol holster strapped to her right thigh, blood red long sleeve crop top with her favourite black belt that has the stunning golden buckle on it, her back revealing half the black tribal sword tattoo going down her nicely muscled tone back with 2 Black tribal Angel wing tattoo starting on each shoulder blade with both of the bottom angel feather tips reaching her hips on each side which leaves the perfect example of the most sexiest tribal back tattoo i've ever seen.
It must have cost her at least $1,600 to $2,000 to get the tattoo done and with her black wavy hair that sits at her waist makes my heart flutter with butterflies in my stomach every time i gaze at those fine features that make me question why she became a detective when she could have been a full-time model, movie star, recorded artist and a hip hop/salsa dancer.
Noticing my gaze upon her, she turns around obviously flustered over remembering whatever it was she was thinking so deeply about in the kitchen. I break the awkward silence between us "are you ready to go and meet up with the rest of the team?"
