Then, she thought about the outfit.
Yeah, there was no way he’d be able to say no. Cyra knew her husband.
Well, it was time. Approaching the doors, Cyra took a deep breath and headed in.
Tonight, Chris was in for one hell of a surprise.
God help them both.
As he sat at the desk, flipping through his stock reports in the paper, Chris swore he heard something from the other room. Pausing, he listened carefully to see if it was his imagination.
When he heard nothing, Chris wrote it off as nothing more than a creaking wall. Going back to the paper, the sound returned.
It was the morgue door opening.
He’d heard it a million times. The only thing was, unless one of his staff had returned, no one had access. Maybe a Blackhawk was on duty and needed his help.
There was a crash.
Like some tools hitting a metal tray.
Now, his heart was pounding.
Okay, if it was one of his bosses, they certainly wouldn’t be touching his equipment. To get any director to touch instruments used to cut into a body would take a huge miracle. To most of the staff upstairs, the morgue was too gross.
All the horror movies he’d watched came crashing back to him as he pictured some reanimated corpse wandering around his room.
The sane part of him knew there were no zombies, but still…
Being alone in the morgue at night was enough to screw with anyone’s mind.
Grabbing his cane, Chris headed toward the door, ready to defend himself against any intruder.
He started praying that whoever it was didn't have a gun. Logically, his brain was telling him no one could sneak into FBI West, but rationale was gone at this point as adrenaline began pumping through his body.
Pushing the door open, he noticed the lights were all off. Only the overhead emergency ones were on.
Now, he was in a panic.
Chris didn't turn any lights off unless he was leaving. One of his little idiosyncrasies was he hated the dark in the morgue.
While the dead didn't freak him out, the bowels of a morgue in the dark did.
Apparently, tonight had been a bad night to send everyone home. If he was going to be attacked, no one would hear him down in the concrete bunker.
Shit!
Pushing his door open further, he tried to think back to all the self-defense techniques Elizabeth had taught him. Holding his cane like a baseball bat, he headed out into the unknown.
Chris began praying he was all alone.
Cyra saw him, and it was hard not to giggle. “Christopher,” she said, watching him jump.
When he turned, there sat his wife perched on one of the lab tables. At first he didn't understand, but then he figured it out.
Thank God he was a smart man.
There she sat, legs crossed, on one of the metal exam tables. Only, she wasn’t dressed in normal clothing. Instead, Cyra was in one of his lab coats and very little else. It was left unbuttoned, and showed all her sexy girly unmentionables.
Chris’s heart pounded.
There was red racy lace, garters, and heels that would make a hooker drool.
Yeah, this wasn’t just a dinner visit.
“I missed you, Christopher,” she said seductively.
He started toward her, his body already reacting to what he saw. The tops of her breasts were like creamy mountains he couldn’t wait to get lost in, while her pale flesh called to him. Certainly he had to be asleep at his desk. If this was a dream, it was one hell of one.
“Cyra, honey, what are you doing here?” he asked, pinching himself to ensure he was awake.
She lifted a brow at his actions. “What do you think I’m doing here?”
He started laughing. “Well, I’m praying you’re dressed like that to have really raunchy morgue sex with me.”
She hopped down and started toward him. “Then, you’d be correct. I knew you were a really smart man, Christopher.”
Now, his heart began pounding.
He was so damn glad that he had sent the rest of his techs home. It looked like he would have something spectacular to help him pass the time after all.
“Cyra,” he murmured, as she stood in front of him. When she took his hand and placed it under the lab coat on her bare hip, he nearly lost his mind. All the circuits in his brain nearly fried at the feel of his woman’s flesh.
“I was all alone at home, and I figured you could use a lab assistant. You know, to take care of all the needs you may have.”
He swallowed, willing to play along. If Cyra was going to go to all this trouble, then he was obligated.
Yeah, who the hell was he kidding?
“I have quite a few things you can handle for me.”
As her laughter filled the morgue, she ran her fingers down his chest, right to his monogrammed belt buckle. “Well, Doctor Leonard. Where should I start?”
Oh, he had about a million places where he wanted her to begin, but the first was going to be his throbbing erection. Looking around, Chris tried to figure out how to do this. When the lights were out, so were the cameras. They were going to be safely unobserved.
“I want you so bad, honey,” he murmured, as her fingers began unbuckling his belt.
“Then, like any good assistant, I should fix that for you.”
He couldn’t think straight. Here was his sexy wife, dressed in red lace, ready to make his wildest fantasies come true.
Yeah, she could fix anything she wanted, starting with his body.
As Cyra unbuckled his pants, she got an idea. While doing it in the morgue was only mildly creepy, getting on her knees was past her comfort level. Yeah, she liked kinky not gross.
Who knew what was on that floor?
“Hop up here,” she directed, pointing at the metal exam table that he often used as his makeshift desk.
Without hesitation, he did just that. When his ass was on the surface, Cyra pulled him out of his boxers and began stroking him. Already, he was rock hard and incredibly aroused. Leaning down, she licked the tip of him, tasting the salty pre-cum starting to bead at the tip of his erection.
His eyes practically rolled back into his head at the sensation of her tongue played with the head of his dick.
As she teased him, Cyra loved listening to Chris moan her name. It fueled her on, making her want to drive him further into the lust.
“Oh, Cyra, honey!” he hissed, as her mouth began moving over his erection, trying to push him over the edge. There was something so erotic about his wife’s head in his lap, as she milked his body for all it’s worth.
He shook, trying to stay in control, but he was losing this battle fast. When her fingers wandered into his boxers, stroking his balls, Chris knew he was doomed.
“Honey,” he murmured, fighting the need to pour down her throat. “If you don’t slow down, I’m going to explode. I’m only human and this is really hot.”
She paused from her oral assault, only to stare up into his eyes. “I want to taste you, so cum for me, Christopher.”
He watched as she went back to work. His heart was pounding, his palms were getting sweaty, and his wife’s mouth was luring him to the edge. When she added her hand to the stroking, he didn't have a chance.
Leaning back, he braced his hands on the table ready for the imminent eruption.
“Oh, Christ! I’m cumming, Cyra honey!” He exploded in a mind blowing wave of heat. Everything poured from him in a hot gush of fluid. It felt like the first time she ever gave him a blow job. Then again, every time was pretty damn spectacular.
“Oh shit!” he muttered, as his body shook. While her mouth milked him dry, Chris was turned on by the way she lapped at him, not missing a single drop.
After releasing him, she licked her red lips and took a step back. “How do you feel?” she asked.
Chris laughed.
“Well then, let’s see if I can get you to be a little more serious, shall I?”
; When she dropped the lab coat, and it pooled at her red heeled feet, his heart skipped. “Cyra,” he warned, as her hands began skimming her flesh. When they cupped her full breasts, he found himself enthralled.
“Remember that case we worked with the strippers?” she purred, turning around.
Chris stared at her red lace thong. “Uh huh.”
“Well, we didn't get to have any fun that night. So, here’s your own personal morgue strip show.”
That got his attention. “Cyra! You can’t get naked in here! What if security does a walk through?”
She didn't care.
In that moment, it was all about getting some kinky sex with her doctor husband. “Then, you better get me off, and fast,” she purred. “I’m staying until we both have some fun.”
He nearly fell off the table.
Someone had to be watching porn when he wasn’t around. Gone was his demure wife, and in her place was some amped up sex kitten.
Again, not that he was complaining. His Cyra could bring it on any time.
As her hands went to the back of her bra, he couldn’t breathe. She pulled it off and tossed it to him.
Chris’s mouth watered. There was his wife, topless in his place of employment. His eyes tracked from her breasts, to Cyra’s erect nipples, and then to the really erotic heels. His brain was going haywire.
“You’ll just have to fuck me with the thong on, Christopher. If I take off my garters, it’ll ruin the effect.”
He stared at her in shock. He was pretty sure he’d never heard her mutter that word before, let along use it in a sentence.
Who was this woman?
He’d been married to her for three months, and never once had she called their lovemaking that.
“Cyra, are you feeling alright?” he asked, as she stalked toward him.
Maybe this was a pregnancy hormone thing. He’d have to ask Callen and Ethan later. It wasn’t like he didn't love it. He just didn't know what to expect next.
“Lay down, Chris,” she ordered, pushing him to his back. Cyra was glad he went easily. She’d hate to get rough, but right now, she wanted to feel him buried in her body.
Chris obeyed, watching his wife climb up on the metal table to straddle his body. “Holy shit! If this is all a dream, it’s the best wet one ever!”
She laughed. “It’s not a dream, Christopher.”
“How do I know?” he asked, as she sat across his hips and began unbuttoning his dress shirt. As her fingers roamed, he could feel the wetness from her body rubbing against his erection. Already, he was hard again.
This was the pinnacle of sex experiences for him.
Cyra leaned down and kissed him. She drove her tongue into his mouth, plundering as she tried to devour him whole. At the same time, her fingers explored his body, tweaking nipples and grinding against his erection. When he shook beneath her, she broke away.
“Did that feel like a dream, Christopher?”
He started laughing. “Before I married you, I would have to say yes. Now, I’m not so sure.”
Well, if he wanted something dreams were made of, she could give it to him.
Turning, she backed up until she was sitting over his face. “I want to feel your tongue buried in me. Fuck me with your mouth.”
His erection twitched at her crass sentence. It was so unlike her, and that made it hotter than hell. Reaching up, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down. If his Cyra wanted morgue room kinkery, so be it.
With the tip of his tongue, he teased her clitoris. When her moan escaped, it urged him on even more. Chris practically dove in, lapping at the dewy wetness pooling there. She was sweet, delicious, and all his. With long strokes of his tongue, he gave her exactly what she wanted.
Cyra began shaking.
Pausing, he spoke, “I love the way you taste, Cyra honey. I could do this all day long. I love eating out my wife.”
She gasped. Granted, her words were pretty racy, but she never expected him to respond.
It made her even wetter.
“Make me cum, Christopher. I need it.”
His body hardened even more. In his head, he could picture his wife on her knees, and his face was buried in her pussy as she moaned his name.
Holy shit!
He was out of control.
Now, it was time to take his wife along for the ride. Finding her clitoris hardened like a tiny pebble, he sucked it into his mouth, tormenting her unmercifully. The moans and whimpering coming from her lips urged him on.
Chris could feel her getting wetter and wetter, and that made him crazy. He loved the response she had to him. Moving his tongue in frenetic circles, he could feel her getting ready to break.
“Oh God!” Cyra moaned, dropping her head back as her husband continued licking. “Don’t stop!” she begged.
Chris couldn’t, even if someone held him at gunpoint. He was buried face deep in his wife and loving every second of it.
This was the best night of his life.
As she continued to shake, Chris used his teeth to nip her. At her breathy gasp, he shoved her off the abyss.
Cyra came so hard, she almost fell. The orgasm ripped through her, making her knees weak. Only her husband’s hands bracing her hips held her up.
When she finally caught her breath, she went to move. Only, he wouldn’t release her.
“No! I need more,” he murmured, diving back in.
Cyra couldn’t hog all the pleasure. Leaning forward, she took his dick in her mouth and began giving her husband some of the same pleasure.
His muffled moans filled the morgue room. With each stroke, she drove him closer to the edge of control. Every time he increased the pressure on her clitoris, Cyra sucked harder. When he fought to keep his hips from bucking, she knew he was in his glory.
Chris couldn’t think. He was so wrapped up in the sensation of his wife’s mouth blowing him, that his thoughts were a jumble. The only thing he could think was to make her cum again and again.
When his hands wandered, gently brushing her ass, Cyra gasped around his erection. It made Chris giddily insane. Something so taboo was turning him on. What the hell was he thinking?
When his wife began quivering again, he knew she was close. With one more lick, she exploded. When more wetness gushed from her, he lapped it up like honey.
Cyra rode his face through the orgasm. It was absolutely amazing. When she finally came down, she stopped her blow job and turned to face her husband.
“You’re such a wild woman,” he said, grinning.
Only one thing came to mind. She was going to wipe that smug grin off his face. As he continued laughing, she got into position.
Grabbing his erection, without warning, Cyra slid him home.
“Holy shit!” he hissed, his back arching as his very sexy wife sheathed him whole. “Please tell me that you’re not planning on teasing me,” he whispered, as she began moving.
“Oh, I planned on it.”
“Please,” he moaned, as she dropped down and ground herself against him.
Cyra shook her head, allowing the sensation to overwhelm her. There was nothing like riding her sweet husband.
Chris gripped the edges of the table as his wife used his body to get off. He could tell from the look of rapture on her face that he was going to be her hapless victim.
Funny, he was alright with that.
“Use me,” he begged.
His words made her want to do just that. While he fit her perfectly, filling her to the point that she couldn’t take any more, Cyra couldn’t stop if she tried. As she began the ride, she braced her hands on his chest. With each downward slide and upward stroke, she stayed focused on his face.
“Harder,” he muttered, as he lost the battle with his hips. His libido was in control as he began bucking up to meet her punishing strokes. When she complied, allowing her body to crash down on his repeatedly, Chris was in heaven. When she began tightening around him, Chris prayed to hold on. He wasn’t done w
ith his sexy wife.
Not in the least.
“Chris! I’m so close!”
He watched the blue of her eyes go blurry as he rode out the storm. When she shattered around him, Chris prayed he’d last a little longer. He’d always fantasized about one more thing, and he wanted to make it happen.
Collapsing on his chest, Cyra enjoyed the way he felt below her body. Her orgasm was so huge that she didn't know if he had joined her or not. When she finally sat up, the look on his face said it all.
Her husband was feeling out of control.
“Now, it’s my turn,” he stated, sliding her off his body. Following her to her feet, he leaned her over the cold exam table and took his place behind her. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said, running the tip of his erection over her ass. When she shuddered, he knew he couldn’t handle it. He was too far gone, but he let the fantasy fill his mind.
Instead, he guided himself deep into the slick wetness. She was hot, slippery, and ready for him.
Cyra gasped at the dual sensations of his hot dick entering her while the cold exam table was chilling her flesh. When he began furiously pumping himself in and out of her, Cyra could feel the herself getting dizzy.
Maybe it was wrong of him, but Chris was enjoying his wife like this. He was focused on her ass, picturing himself driving himself home there.
God help him, but he wanted her so bad.
Staring down, he watched his erection slipping in and out of her body. It was glistening with moisture, and Chris couldn’t wait to add to it. He wanted to see his own cum mingling with hers.
Grabbing her hips, he switched his angle, hitting his wife in just the right spot. As he began filling her again and again, he could feel her body shaking.
She was close.
He was poised on the edge.
“I just can’t stop fucking you, Cyra,” he muttered, loving the way she was making breathless gasps at his invasion. “I need this so bad!”
“Chris! I’m cumming!” she shouted, as he slammed into her body harder and harder.
“Oh God!” he shouted, letting go and exploding into his wife. He could feel the heat gushing from his body, filling hers. As he leaned over her, he rested his forehead on her shoulder.
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