"Want to go for lunch?" she asked, nodding toward the door.
"Sure."
We headed out together and Angelina nudged my elbow as we headed down the street. "What's wrong?"
"Accidentally catching a serial killer doesn't feel as good as I thought it would," I told her and she chuckled.
"Maybe one day, you'll purposefully catch one." Angelina wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "It's still good work. You chased that bastard for nearly a mile."
"It was worth it." I let her dote on me, and leaned into her.
"How's Mira?"
"She's amazing." Just the mention of her name brought a smile to my face.
"Maybe one day you'll invite me over to hang out with the two of you." She poked my cheek and I chuckled.
"What are you hinting at, Angie?"
"We never hang out outside of work anymore. Let's fix that. Bring her to Jimmy's."
"Bring my sophisticated, gorgeous girlfriend to a gross, smelly dive bar? No way."
"Aw, c'mon. She'll love it."
I grumbled, shaking my head at her. "I'll think about it."
"You'd better."
Angelina and I shared lunch, then spent the rest of the afternoon pushing paper to wrap up our part of the serial case. In between paperwork and reviewing old cases, the FBI interviewed me again for a play-by-play of the serial's arrest. Walsh participated in a news conference, but I managed to avoid that kind of exposure.
Friday couldn't come soon enough and when it did, I found my apartment filled with a bunch of young adults. Eleanor had Riley and Finn over while Robert and Daniel invited their friend Dorian to play videogames. The noise level alone drove me to distraction, and after a shower and a quick change of clothes, I leaned over the back of the sofa to announce my presence to the crew.
"I'm going to Mira's, y'all. Robert, you're in charge of the minors. Put that soon-to-be social work degree to good use."
"On it, Beej." He saluted me and I chuckled.
"Ellie, you need money?" I asked but she shook her head.
"Nope. I'll just use your Uber Eats app if we need food."
"Excellent." I laughed at her. The rest of them stared at the television and occasionally shouted at Mario and Luigi whenever they crashed their go karts. "Behave yourselves. Call me if you need me."
"Love you," Ellie called over her shoulder.
"Love you, too, nugget. Bye." I smiled as I headed toward the door, grabbing my overnight bag on the way. The amount of happiness and contentment in these kids filled me with joy. They had a safe space here, what more could I ask for?
Mira's apartment smelled of clean laundry and fresh air. I found her sitting on the balcony, a cup of coffee held between her palms while she cozied up in fluffy socks and floppy pajamas. I bit my lip, holding on to my smile as I enjoyed the way her hair cascaded over the back of her well-worn bath robe. She didn't expect me tonight, and that was the best part. Her phone sat on the small table beside her, and a sudden gust of wind high above the streets blew her hair from her face. She sipped her coffee, gazing out over the Seattlescape, laden with red, white, and green twinkle lights, Christmas bows, and shoppers pounding the pavement below.
I didn't want to scare her, but I wanted so badly to surprise her. I pulled out my phone, and sent her a text that said nothing more than, You're so pretty. She set her mug down, a smile breaking across her stoic expression when she read it. With her alertness, I snuck up behind her and wrapped her up in a bear hug then pressed my lips to her cheek right away. A soft gasp left her, and she pulled her knees up to her chest, but only for a fraction of a second before she laughed while holding my arms.
"Honey," she squeaked. "You scared me."
"I know." I kissed her face a dozen times and then her neck. "Was it worth it?"
"Yes!" Mira laughed, her toes curling when I tickled her. "Hi."
"Hi, baby." I finally made my way to her lips and caught her in a warm greeting. She stroked my cheeks while smiling through the kiss. "Surprise."
Mira's perpetual smile brought strokes of joy to my heart while she caressed my face as if she'd never seen anything quite like me before. I kissed her fingers, then moved around her chair to crouch in front of her, my hands on her waist.
"You're so pretty," she tossed back, rubbing her feet against my legs. "I thought you had to work late."
"The meeting with the FBI was shorter than expected and when I went home, my house was a very occupied college dorm. And I figured, what better place to be than with my love on a Friday night." I leaned forward and kissed her stomach. "So here I am."
"I'm so happy that you're here," she said, her eyes twinkling with the reflection of the city lights as she stroked my hair away from my face. Her body relaxed in the chair when I stroked her thighs.
"I'm happy to be with you. I brought a second surprise in the form of Chinese food because I figured you hadn't eaten and were living off coffee." I nodded to the mug on the table beside her phone. "Turns out I was right."
She laughed softly, nodding as she ran her fingers through my hair. "You were."
"Mhmm." I nudged her shirt up and kissed her bare stomach this time, and tugged the waist of her pajama pants down a smidge to kiss lower. She writhed under me, though I could tell she tried to hold back. "I think your skin missed my touch."
"It did," she said, biting her bottom lip after tucking my hair behind my ears. "It's been without you almost a whole week."
"Worst week ever." I kept on kissing her, allowing my affection for her to spill over. I urged her pants down her hips, and she let me do it without fuss. "No panties, baby? I'm impressed."
"Billie," she laughed out my name, and there went her lip between her teeth as she glanced to the balconies on the same level as us. With the curved shape of her building, we couldn't see much of our surroundings.
"I just can't wait a second longer." I urged her pants off, and left her naked from the waist down right on the balcony. Her entire body shuddered and her nails, now much shorter than they used to be, dug into my arms when I caressed her hips while kissing around her navel.
"My God." She closed her eyes, her legs trembling around me as I licked and nipped my way toward the apex of her thighs. No protest followed and I offered her clit a kiss before a gentle flick. A gasp left her and she gripped a handful of my hair.
"I think you like that," I whispered against her overheated flesh. My body ached with want, and my nethers throbbed with desire. I wanted her so badly and it was all I could think about. My skin hungered for hers, for the shivers her touches caused me.
"Yes." She gulped, dropping her head back against the chair as she slouched when I urged her hips forward.
"I want to see all of you, baby." I slipped my hands behind her knees, lifting her legs and draping them over the arms of the chair. It left her completely exposed to me and the whipping night air that occasionally lashed at us.
"Billie." She gasped, her face turning bright red as she nudged her shirt down an inch. I kissed the place where her fingers met her belly before diving for her saturated folds that glistened for me. Mira squirmed, her hands in her own hair the second I lapped at her. Soft moans escaped her while I worked her silkiness with fervor.
Nothing soothed me more than Mira. Nothing in my whole life equated to how she made me feel, and knowing that I could please her in a way no one else ever could, brought me great joy. She was my everything, and I wanted her to feel good always.
She rolled her hips toward my mouth, and her eagerness had me shivering with ache for release just the same. Pleasure overtook her in record time, and she arched her back, a deep, guttural moan leaving her ruby lips. Her legs trembled, her stomach twitched and I knew I had her where I wanted her. I used my fingers to rub her clit in quick firm strokes side to side, and she cried out, her toes curling as I lapped at her entrance.
"Billie, I—" She shouted through her explosion, and I leaned to the side as a gush of sweetness left her core. Her fing
ers tore at her hair, her face bright red as I worked her through her release. The chair shook beneath her with the intensity of her trembling, and I dropped down to devour her again, taking every bit of her for myself. She grabbed my hair, holding my face to her pussy when I poked her entrance with my tongue, before returning to her firm clit. A second climax tore at her and she bucked her hips against my face, riding me through it. I took her how I wanted and how she enjoyed.
Her quivering body finally released, and she let go of my hair to cover her face. I stroked her thighs, kissing my way up her pussy, over her pelvis, then back to her belly while we both attempted to catch our breath. I helped her lower her legs, then hugged her around the middle, my chin resting on her chest.
She lowered her hands, returning my hug best she could while a glazed, content expression overtook her features. I buried my face against her, breathing in the scent of her fabric softener while reveling in the comfort of her embrace. We stayed like that while Mira ran her fingers through my hair.
When I looked up at her again, silent tears streamed her cheeks and it brought a lurch of worry to my gut.
"What's the matter, baby?" I leaned back on my heels, brushing her tears from her cheeks. She shook her head and urged me back into the hug. I hugged her properly then, kissing her neck and shoulder while she squeezed me. "You're okay. I have you."
"I know," she whispered after a sniffle.
"Let's go inside so I can cuddle you." I took both of her hands in mine and she nodded.
Her legs wobbled when she stood, and I led her to the sofa where I pulled her into my lap. She straddled my thighs without hesitation and curled up against me. That position seemed to soothe her and I slipped my arms under her robe to stroke her back while she pressed her lips to my neck.
My worry for her didn't cease until she sniffled and leaned back to look at me while caressing my face, lips, and neck in delicate strokes.
"What is it, baby? Why are you sad?" I rubbed her arms, then turned to kiss each of her palms.
"I'm not sad, love. Relieved." Her breath hitched and I lowered my hands to massage her legs.
"Tell me why?" I asked, brushing my lips over hers.
"It's been nearly a week since we…you know, because of work and not seeing each other. It was our longest time apart since we've been together. And you just…wanted me. You want me," she said, more tears trickled down her cheeks, but she smiled. "All of me."
"Yes, baby. I do want all of you. All the time, in fact." I kissed her gently and the reality of her emotions rested in my understanding. "I want every bit of you."
"Yeah." She sobbed once, her breath hitching while she spoke. "I'm not used to being desired."
"And loved, Mira. You're not used to being loved." I cupped her face in my hands while brushing away her tears. Heat rushed my cheeks with emotions that tightened my throat. "I love you. I love who you are. I love how you look. I love how you make me feel. And I love making you feel good."
She nodded, closing her eyes as if absorbing all of my confession. "I love you, too. I love all of those things about you, too."
I pulled her back into a hug and she held me tight. "You're very special to me," I told her, blinking away my own tears at that point. "And I'll always treat you as special."
"I love loving you," she whispered, her lips against my neck as she slowly relaxed against me.
"Ditto, baby. Ditto." A soft sigh escaped me as I settled into holding her, the two of us mushy messes on her sofa.
When we calmed down, she leaned back and wiped her face, a smile curving her lips.
"Know what else I love?" I asked and she shook her head.
"I love how I made you gush so hard when you came after barely eight seconds of my mouth on you." I grinned, hoping to add some levity to the moment.
"Billie!" Mira squealed, but she laughed through it, covering her face in a bout of shyness. "You do that to me so much."
"I love it." I chuckled and rubbed soft circles on her naked belly. "So do you, I think."
"I never expected having an orgasm would be so easy." Her stomach fluttered under my fingers. "And I'm so horny all the time."
"You relax now and you trust me. Your mind turns off. It didn't before," I surmised, wagging my brows at her which made her smile. "I love that you're horny all the time, too. I'm absolutely horny all the time. I wasn't like this before either. A little but not like this."
"Yeah." She nodded her agreement while laughing. "It's…so nice."
"It is." I urged her arms over my shoulders then unbuttoned the front of her pajama shirt slowly, one at a time. "Is there anything about sex that you like more? Or less? Anything you'd like to try?"
"Um…" She paused, her expression thoughtful. "Nothing that I've thought of, but I'd like to try anything with you. Everything we've done so far has kind of been a surprise…"
"Has it?" I smiled at her cuteness, and the innocence that accompanied it at times. When her shirt hung open, I palmed her breasts, running my thumbs over her pert nipples.
"Yes." She tossed her head back right away, before she gave my sweater a tug. "Take off." She helped me out of it and my bra followed as I attempted to catch up to her nakedness. I removed my weapon from its concealed spot at my hip, and she unfastened my belt before releasing my pants. I wriggled out of them while she leaned off me for a moment, then kicked them with my panties to the floor before she sat back in my lap. "Better." She sighed softly, scooting closer so that our stomachs touched. I nudged her robe and shirt from her shoulders and it puddled on the floor with my clothes.
"I agree. I love feeling your hot, wet pussy against me." I grinned at her and she laughed.
"Billie! That naughty mouth." She kissed it, shoving her tongue between my lips with vigor. I grabbed her ass as I held her to me, giving her a firm thrust or two to jostle her. She leaned back, running her tongue over her bottom lip. "Strap-on," she said. "I want to try that."
"Done." I chuckled while giving her nipples a tweak. "We can go pick one out."
"Okay. And maybe a vibrator…"
A grin broke out across my face. "Look at you getting adventurous."
"Only for you…"
"Who knows, maybe someday you'll develop a fetish and ask me to spank your tight glutes while my mouth is buried in your folds." I gave her ass another squeeze and a harsh shiver ran up her spine. "Or maybe you already know you like being spanked."
"N-never tried it."
"I could get kinky for you, baby." I flicked my brows upward and her cheeks flushed so fast.
"Teasing me." She smiled while tracing my lips with her index finger. "What do you like that's different?"
"Different, I'm not sure. I like when you make love to me. When you go down on me. And when you asked me to sit on your face. That was a surprise." I hadn't ever really spoken so candidly about sex before with anyone. Sure, I'd done stuff, but it was more out of passion or being in the moment rather than conscious decisions. Mira pinched my nipples between her fingers, and gave each a gentle twist that was so delicious it made my eyelashes flutter. "That."
"I knew you liked that. I noticed while you were sitting on me that you did it to yourself that one time…"
"I do like it." I gnawed on the inside of my cheek. "I love when you're a little, I'll say forceful, but I mean…I like when you take charge sometimes. When you just…nudge me about and do what you want to me. And when you hold me after."
"My braver moments…" A thoughtful smile parted her lips. "I'll have to be bold more often," she said, then gave me another nipple twist. My toes curled and my hips rolled toward her at the same time that a soft moan escaped me.
"Yes. I like when you're bold and when you're a submissive writhing mess when I please you," I confessed, allowing more truth to cross the space between us.
"Good thing because I love submitting to you and just letting you have me. I come so hard like that…" She leaned forward and kissed me. "And I also love taking you at my will and
making you shout out your pleasure."
I nodded, gulping as she stoked the fire in my belly that'd raged ever since I showed up and saw her sitting alone on the balcony.
"Sit on my face, honey?" Mischievousness laced her smile and the way she tilted her head to the side.
"Y-yes." I nodded, swallowing down the desire that had me shaking.
"I have an idea." Mira rose from my lap, tugging me with her, and then nudged me to turn around with my back to her. She hugged me from behind, her lips against my neck while she ran her hand over the front of my body. Her fingers tickled my clit, and my knees shook on their own accord. "Like that?"
"Yes. It's been…awhile."
"I can tell. No naughty forays into your own panties, baby?" Her fingers explored my folds with expert precision that always surprised me. I could feel my own slipperiness expanding with her urging.
"None." I reached back and stroked her cheek, my breath leaving me in quick puffs. "I'm gonna come if you keep that up—oh." I sucked in my breath, holding on to her arms when she drew circles around my clit before suddenly moving side to side in sharp variations the same way I did to her before. "Mira."
"Maybe I have a few ideas," she said, raking her teeth over my shoulder as she kept up the movement against me. The combined sensations drove me wild and I cried out when a deep, rolling orgasm erupted, sending waves of pleasure to the farthest recesses of my limbs. I moaned, my legs quaking as she held me up, stroking me through my release before gripping my pussy in a possessive grab. "Perfect."
"Mira." My nails dug into her arms as I panted.
"I like you soaked before I go down on you. I never thought I would ever say that to a woman. Ever."
"Oh my God." She had me shaking so hard I could barely keep myself upright.
She kissed along my shoulder and neck, before nibbling my ear. "On your knees," she whispered, urging me toward the sofa. I listened to her without a second thought, and knelt on the sofa, holding on to the back of it while my breasts grazed the cushions.
Mira kissed down the length of my back and each of my ass cheeks, before I felt her hair graze my calves. I looked down to watch her sit on the floor, then bend back to drop her head on the sofa. She held my hips in a possessive grab before lowering me down over her face. I nearly shouted the moment her lips met my core.
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