Execution Style (Code 11-KPD SWAT 4)

It didn’t help that we’d slept in the same bed together nearly every night since the attack had happened.

It was pure torture to sleep up against his rather hot (and I mean hot literally and figuratively) body, and not want him.

“I want to say yes with everything in my body and soul,” I said quietly.

He let my hand go, and pulled me into his body, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we walked.

“But?”

I took a deep breath, and then let it out.

“I still have those dark tendencies. I still want it all.” I licked my suddenly dry lips. “I still want to be told what to do. I still want it to be rough. But I’m not sure I can handle it like that yet.”

My admission caused him to squeeze my shoulder in understanding. “Then we’ll work up to that. Whatever you can handle, I’ll give you. And until that time comes, you’ll be in charge, okay?”

His acquiescence of my fears left me feeling teary eyed. “Then yes, Miller. You’re what I want. You’ve been what I’ve wanted for a really long time, now. I just wished that other thing hadn’t had to happen in order to get you here.”

He kissed the top of my head before saying, “Me neither, honey. Me neither.”

Then we were back at our hotel, and saying goodbye to the others for the night.

It was when we were at our hotel room door that I started to get nervous.

If I was to ‘be in charge’ of all of our sexual encounters…was I the one to have to initiate it?

Miller must’ve sensed my unease, though, because he closed the door and flipped the lock before pulling me into his arms.

“Naturally, Mercy Me. Naturally. You just let it happen however you can, and I’ll take the hints, okay?” He offered.

I nodded and started stripping out of my clothes.

I was nervous.

In the six weeks since he’d last seen me naked, my body had changed.

I was a little softer around the edges, less bony and fleshier.

My breasts, although not much bigger than before, now had darker areolas.

My exercise routine had definitely slackened, and now my thighs had a little more jiggle to them than muscle.

But as I stripped off my clothes, Miller watched as if I was the most beautiful woman in the world.

His eyes flared as, first, my shirt came off, followed shortly by my bra.

He licked his lips as I kicked my shoes off, then started unbuttoning and unzipping my pants.

When I finally got to my panties, I turned around and bent over as I slipped them off my hips.

They fell to the floor with a soft wisp of fabric, and I turned to look over my shoulder, finding Miller at the edge of the bed, hands fisted in the pocket of his jeans.

He rocked backwards as I turned around and started to walk towards him.

His eyes were what gave me strength.

Knowing I could do this, I walked toward him and stopped when my bare toes touched the tips of his boots.

“I’m okay,” I promised, seeing the slight concern in his eyes once I got closer.

He smiled, lifting his hands to cup the side of my face. “I know, Mercy Me.”

I grabbed a hold of the blue t-shirt he was wearing and lifted it up and over his shoulders.

He had to hunch forward for me to do it, but do it, I did.

After his shirt was off, I studied the tattoos that covered his chest.

“Why this one?” I asked, running the tip of my finger over the eagle just under his heart, lining his rib cage.

He shrugged. “I liked it.”

I smiled.

That was a good enough answer.

“This one?” I asked, working my way down his torso to the anchor.

“That was the day I graduated SEALS training,” he rasped.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, following the tendrils of a Celtic design down into his pants, barely dipping my finger in past the waistband before I pulled it back out.

He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.

Trying to maintain his control, and keep his promise of letting me be in control, I was sure.

The man wasn’t made to be submissive, but he was giving it to me, making sure I was comfortable in what we were doing, and I was thankful.

Leaning forward, I ran my tongue over one of his nipples while I worked his belt loose.

I felt Miller move, and something hard hit on the bed behind him.

His belt popped free with a slap, slap, slap, as I unthreaded it from the loops of his pants, then tossed it to the floor with a loud clank.

Running my tongue around the outer edge of his nipple, and working my way inside, I slowly unbuttoned his pants, and pushed then down over his hips.

They fell heavily to the floor, keys and other things clacking against the floor as they dropped. My hands then went to work on his underwear, pulling them down.

I went with them, licking his belly all the way down, dropping to my knees as his dick sprung free from the confines of his boxer briefs.

“Mmmm,” I said, leaning forward and running my tongue around the outside of his cock like one would an ice cream cone.

He hissed but didn’t move as I studied the large cock in front of me.

The head was a dark, ruddy red from the amount of blood that was pulsing in his cock, filling it up so hard that it felt like a cement brick in my hands.

Leaning forward, I grabbed the back of his thighs with both of my hands, clutching them tightly as I took the length of him as far into my mouth as I could make it go.

His leg hair teased my distended nipples as I started to slowly work his cock with my mouth, pushing the head as far back into my throat as I could go before I pulled back.

On the fourth such instance of taking him as much as I could, he made a groaning growl of a sound, causing me to look up.