Chapter 21: Chapter 21

DAN

She’s so damn adorable when she smiles. Those dimples of hers pop out, and it’s the cutest thing. She has this thing she does with her hair, where it falls in front of her eyes, and she tucks it back behind her ear with her finger.

When the light catches her face just right, her hazel eyes are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Walking into the restaurant and seeing her in a dress, I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying something.

I didn’t fully grasp how stunning she was until today. I mean, when I first saw her at the library, I was breathless for a moment.

“Can I ask you something?” I venture.

“Sure.”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“Are you flirting with me or just trying out a new pickup line, Detective?”

“Is it working?” I counter.

“I don’t know. The night’s still young,” she replies, a sexy grin playing on her lips.

We chat for another hour, steering clear of the case. My right hand rests on her thigh, and her hand covers mine. She flashes me that smile again.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask.

Lynn lets out a heavy sigh. “I have a boy—ex-boyfriend,” she corrects herself, and I slowly retract my hand from her thigh.

“Look, it’s been rocky for over a year. We haven’t been intimate in months. We don’t live together. We’ve been trying to fix things, but from where I’m standing, it’s pretty much over.

“I want to be upfront with you because, being a detective, you would have found out eventually.”

She takes my hand and places it back on her thigh.

“Ask me again?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I lean in slowly as she moves closer. Our lips brush lightly—hers are soft and warm. I pull back slightly and look at her.

She has her eyes closed, biting her lower lip. I lean in for another kiss, this one lingering.

Then I feel her tongue brush against my lips, asking for entrance. I grant it, and she slowly intertwines her tongue with mine.

Her breaths are shallow, escaping through her nose. She pulls back.

“I just met you today. I have butterflies in my stomach, good ones. I have this rule about not sleeping with someone until after the fifth date,” she says, her gaze locked with mine.

“I understand,” I reply.

“No, you don’t. I want you. I’m twenty-eight years old, and I feel like time is slipping away. I want to live a little,” she says, signaling the waitress. “Can I get another shot?” she asks.

“Make that two,” I add, and the waitress nods before walking away.

A few minutes later, the waitress returns with two more shots.

“I have to ask this question,” she says.

“Okay?”

“If we do this, can we still be friends and work together on this?” she asks, gesturing at the files on the table.

“I think we can,” I assure her.

She exhales in relief at my answer. We raise our shots, clink glasses in silent agreement, and down them.

“All right, then, pay the tab, and I’ll clean up here,” she instructs.

I slide off the stool and head to the bar. I pay the tab and glance back to see Lynn tidying up, a big smile on her face. I return to her, extending my hand, which she takes.

“Where…” I start to ask, but she cuts me off.

“My place. I’ll be more comfortable there if that’s okay with you?” she asks.

I nod. I hold the door open for her, and she steps out. She hands me the files at my car.

“I’ll drive my car, and you follow.”

“Sure thing,” I agree as she leans in and gives me a quick kiss.

I follow her to her apartment. I park next to her and leave the files in the car. I lock my door as she waits for me. I take her hand as she leads me to her apartment.

She quietly unlocks the door and gestures for me to be quiet. I see her friend asleep on the couch. We tiptoe past her.

“Zoey’s out,” she whispers.

I recognize her from the bookstore.

Lynn starts to giggle. I mouth the words, ~What?~

She points at Zoey. Zoey’s hand is in her panties, and she’s snoring loudly.

Lynn takes my hand and leads me upstairs to her room.

I close the door behind us as Lynn steps up to me, wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me passionately.

I wrap my arms around her waist and deepen the kiss. She accepts it and her breaths become heavier.

After a few minutes of kissing, she raises her arms. I lift her dress over her head.

Her breasts fall free from the dress and bounce slightly. Her eyes are closed, and I can see her nipples hardening.

I lean down and gently suck on each nipple. She lets out a soft moan.

“God, it’s been too long,” she murmurs.

She looks up at me as she starts to unbutton my shirt. I cup her breasts and give them a gentle squeeze.

Her breasts are beautiful and full, probably a D-cup, shaped like teardrops. Her nipples are round and begging to be sucked on.

She pulls my shirt off my shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. Maintaining eye contact, she starts to unbuckle my belt.

She undoes it and works on my zipper. She kneels down and pulls my pants down. I step out of them.

She looks up at my briefs and lightly traces the outline of my erection. She coos at the touch.

I start to harden.

She tugs at the waistband and pulls them down slowly, and my cock springs free. I step out of my briefs.

Her fingers graze my ankles, then trail up my leg, stopping at my inner thigh. My cock twitches under her touch. She takes my semi-hard dick in her hand, pressing a kiss to the tip.

A moan escapes my lips at the sensation. She leans back, snags a pillow from the bed, and tucks it under her knees.

She holds my cock, studying it with an intensity that makes me feel like she’s committing every inch to memory.

Then, without warning, she takes me into her mouth. I moan again, the heat and wetness of her mouth sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

I want to be the good guy, to resist the urge to touch her head. ~I want to grab her head~, but I keep my hands to myself, instead reaching down to play with her breasts.

I tweak her nipples gently, and she moans around my cock. The vibration sends a thrill through me, making me even harder.

She takes my hands and guides them to her head. She pulls back from my dick, looking up at me.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind being told what to do. You can be a little rough with me,” she says before taking me back into her mouth.

She places her hands on my ass, encouraging me to fuck her face.

I start moving my hips slowly, careful not to choke her, then gradually pick up the pace.

After a few minutes, I gently pull her off me.

“It’s been a while for me too,” I tell her, looking down at her. “My turn.”

I lift her up and guide her backward until she’s sitting on the bed. I gently push her down onto the bed and kneel between her legs. I pull her legs up and start kissing the back of her thighs.

“Oh,” she breathes.

I trail my kisses closer to her pussy.

“Oh!” she exclaims, a little louder this time. She covers her mouth with her hand. I pause, and she looks down at me.

“Don’t you dare stop!” she says, grinning.

I chuckle at her words and return to my task, kissing the inside of her thighs before moving to the folds of her pussy.

She’s wet and ready for me as I run my tongue up her slit. “Mmm,” I moan, savoring her taste. She tastes like honey, and she fists my hair, pushing me closer.

“Lick me harder!” she demands.

I take her whole pussy into my mouth, my tongue working her clit. She starts to move her hips.

She holds her legs open as I use my hands to part her folds, revealing her pretty pink pussy. Her clit is hard and throbbing. I hold it between my top teeth and flick it with my tongue.

“Oh my god. I’m cumming!” she cries out. She grabs a pillow and muffles her cries as I watch her climax.

She tosses the pillow aside. “You. Inside. Now!” she orders.

I stand up, stroking my cock. “Do you…?”

“Top drawer,” she says quickly.

I open the nightstand and find a stash of condoms. I grab one while I’m still stroking myself.

“Let me,” she says, sitting up in bed. She takes the condom from me, takes me back into her mouth to get me hard again, then tears open the condom packet with her teeth and rolls it onto me.

“These are a little tight on you,” she observes.

“It’ll work.”

She lies back down on the bed, patting her pussy invitingly.

“Come on, big boy,” she teases.

I kneel on the bed and position myself between her legs. She watches me, her hands cupping her breasts. I start to move, and she guides me to her entrance.

“Go slow,” she whispers.

I push into her slowly, inch by inch. She watches me, her mouth open in a silent gasp. I don’t think she’s breathing. Once I’m fully inside her, she lets out a breath and nods at me to continue.

I lower myself until we’re face-to-face. She pulls my head closer and kisses me passionately.

I start to move, fucking her slowly. I slide my arms under her shoulders, our chests pressing together as we continue to kiss.

I pick up the pace, and she holds my head, looking into my eyes.

“Faster,” she urges.

“I don’t want this to end just yet.”

“Don’t worry, baby, there will always be more chances,” she promises, still looking into my eyes. “Together?”

“Together,” I agree.

I start to move faster, my hips smacking against her ass. Her mouth opens in a silent cry as she nears her climax. Now she’s making the O face.

I try to hold back, but she mouths the words, ~Let it go~.

“Now!” she cries out as she starts to climax, and that’s my cue to let go.

I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily, as she wraps her arms around me.

“Thank you,” she whispers in my ear.

I lift my head to give her a long, lingering kiss.

I clean up in her bathroom. When I return, she’s under the covers, waiting for me.

She lies on her side as I climb into bed, and she’s still naked. I spoon her from behind, and she takes my hand, kissing it before placing it on her breast.