Execution Style (Code 11-KPD SWAT 4)

His eyes were positively wired, alight with need and want.

I raised my hands up, cupping his heavy balls in my hand, rolling them around slowly as I worked my mouth up and down his length.

His eyes stayed pinned with mine as I did so, hands on his head so he didn’t accidentally make me do anything I didn’t want to do.

Taking one more long, sucking pull, I released his cock with a loud slurp and stood.

Putting my hands on his chest, I pushed him until he was forced to sit.

Well, I say ‘force,’ but it was more of a ‘he allowed me to do it’ kind of thing.

I smiled as he finally sat, pulling his legs wider as he waited for what I was going to do next.

I didn’t disappoint him as I turned around and presented him with my ass.

He couldn’t resist touching, then.

He leaned forward, grabbing me around the hips as he guided me backwards.

He let one hand go to grab the length of his cock, aiming it upward as he guided me down.

Slowly, I was filled with his length. He filled me to capacity. I was so full I wanted to cry with the rightness of it.

I was so wet for him, and there was not a single thing on my mind but right here and right now. No ghosts of our pasts. No what’s going to happen in the future. Only the here and now. The way his cock filled me, and the sounds of our breathing.

“God,” Miller growled, finally letting go of my hips and running them up my sides, trying to contain himself once more.

I smiled to myself, and started lifting my hips out of his lap, riding him in a reverse cowboy position was different, and had my thighs burning in a matter of moments.

“I need your hands, help me,” I gasped.

He felt so good, and I couldn’t decide if I disliked the burn in my legs, over liking the burn in other places.

When his hands met my hips, though, and started helping me move up and down, I gasped. The flesh of my ass met the saddle of his hips in a rhythmic slapping motion as he helped me ride him.

“Oh, yes. Miller,” I groaned, feeling him hitting that spot that I knew would take me over the edge any minute.

His arm encircled my waist, pulling me into his chest until there was nothing between us.

This new position allowed him to get deeper inside of me, hitting a spot inside that made me jolt with the exquisite pleasure of it.

“Yes,” I hissed, slamming my hips down now. The tempo was no longer rhythmic, but raw and frantic.

I was working hard towards my own orgasm. So hard, in fact, that I didn’t realize what my frantic pace was doing to him.

His breath sawed in and out of his lungs as his abs tightened. “Hurry, I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.”

I let my hand snake down between our legs, finding the little bundle of nerves that was pulsing.

With the heel of my hand, I pressed against my clit, and let my fingers feel where we were joined.

He growled something into my back as he pressed his forehead against my shoulder, and tightened his arms around my waist.

I smiled, loving the feel of us together.

The entire thing was so erotic that I was tipping over that imaginary edge, and plunging down into the depths of my orgasm within seconds.

I screamed, yelling out my pleasure for all to hear.

He tensed, and I knew he was coming, even though I couldn’t feel or see it happening.

He fell backwards, pulling me with him. His head hit the butt of his gun, but he didn’t stop grunting and thrusting as he fucked me hard, working his orgasm out himself

The added wetness to our movements let me know he’d finished, as well as the way he’d fallen limp.

His limbs hit the bed as if he was exhausted, leaving me balancing precariously on his chest.

I move my legs up until my feet balanced on the bed on either side of his knees.

“I like this ‘woman on top’ thing. I could really get used to this,” he rumbled softly.

My face was tilted to the side, lying against his chest. His chest hair was tickling my lips as I smiled in agreement.

“You can be on top next time. I don’t think my legs could take another spin like the last one,” I said tiredly.

He snorted. “I like that thing you do with your hips.”

I was in agreement with that, too.

My pussy clenched just at remembering.

His dick, which had been soft inside of me, slowly started to fill with blood once more.

The sensation in and of itself was absolutely delicious, but also weird. It was a feeling I’d never experienced before, but I hoped I get to many times over, for the rest of my life.

He sat up and disengaged from my body with a wet, sucking sound. Then he rolled us until he was on top and between my legs once more.

When he slid inside of me once again, my eyes widened in pleasure.

Leaning forward and dropping down, he came to a stop when our lips were a hairsbreadth away.

I could feel his earlier release leaking out of me before he pressed back inside, our combined releases easing the way for his tunneling cock.

“What?” I panted, my arms going up and around his neck to pull him in closer to me.

He thrust slowly, in and out, until I was panting with the need for release almost before I could believe it.

He moved his hips only, looking into my eyes as he worked his dick inside of me. In and out. Oh, so slowly.

Tears slipped from my eyes as the sweetest and most delicious orgasm I’d ever experienced took over my body. Pouring into me like warm, melted honey.

The warmth suffused my body as he released inside of me once again, kissing me breathlessly the entire time.

I licked my lips.