[Derek Anderson] The night had been quite pleasant and exhausting. Sporting event, sex, spa, lot more sex and eventually sleep in tangled sheets. They didn’t wake early that morning, the sky being overcast, it dampened the sun, leaving the city almsot a dull gray. Derek had slept soundly, with dreams he doesn’t remember but as he woke up slowly, he thoguht he knew the nature of those dreams. It left him..tensed.
Yawning, he opened his eyes slowly, scratched his cheek then much lower, turning his head to look at the naked woman beside him. He wasn’t sure, but he had a feeling the star of his evening has been present in his dreams. They were probably an extention of the good times they had. He got up, went to the bathroom for a moment, washed his hands and came back, watching Izzy sleeping form.
He knew she could be grumpy in the morning but that didn’t stop him from having an idea. Let’s test her morning mood. He got back in the bed gently and moved over her, lowering his head to kiss her butt, that tight, firm butt, teasing her hole with his tongue, making his way slowly between her legs to tease her some more.
If she odesn’t bite or slap him, then he knew that chances were they could do jsut about anything to the other and they’ll never complain.
[Izzy Montoya] 90% of the time, Detective Izzy Montoya is a light sleeper – the slightest movement or sound can wake her up, have her reaching for her gun, sleep instantly tossed aside for wide awake awareness. The other 10% of the time were after nights of self-medication (drunkeness) or, in the case of last night, an exhaustingly satisfying bout of marathon sex… When he wakes up, she’s still sleeping, flat on her belly with an arm thrown over him, the other tucked under her torso, tangled in the sheets. Her hair is a tangled mess spread over the pillow, over her face, as she breathes deeply… evenly….
He gets up, and comes back, and she still hasn’t moved other than when her hand fell to the mattress after he slipped out from under it. He’s known her to be grump in the morning, to greet the day with suspicion and irritation, until at least her second cup of coffee. He has also known her to be vulnerable, open – but that is far more rare…
This morning? Another side…
He crawls up over her, kissing her ass – literally – this slide of his tongue a moist heat over her skin… he teases her and she makes a sound, a soft gutteral moan, as her thighs part for him, allowing him to slide between her legs, to tease her more… she doesn’t slap at him, or bite him… but she’s not quite awake yet either… a soft sigh, and she spreads her thighs farther, giving him unrestricted access to anything he might want….
Without complaint.
So far…
[Derek Anderson] He was in no hurry this morning, teasing her slowly, her ass for a while, then her sex. His tongue slide over her labias, as her legs were spread, allowing easy access. She might not be awake yet but she definatly reacted well to his actions. His tongue pushes it’sway inside her fingers reaching under her to tease her clit. He shift slightly position so he could lick her better. She smelled and tasted amazing at any moment of the day.
He wondered how long she’ll stay with him today, maybe she’ll surprise him and actually spend it with him. Or after a few cofffes and breakfast, she’ll leave to do something work related.
He loved spending time with her, discovering all her facets, having fun or dealing well with all of them. Grumpy, bitchy, horny, open, vulnerable, normal girl..he had seen many, will probably see some more, until she gets tired and shut him out of her life.
When he feels her wet enough, he straigthen upand moving between her legs, slid his hard sex very slowly inside her. He placed his hands on eac side of her shoulders, leaning forward to kiss her shoulders, back of the neck, cheek, moving extremely slowly inside her.
[Izzy Montoya] She’s not fully awake yet, though her fingers curl into the sheets as he teases her, her back arching, lifting her hips into his seeking tongue, his teasing fingers… she turns her head, hair sliding across her face, covering her expression as she opens her eyes, just enough, to watch him over her shoulder for a moment… perhaps about to say something…
…perhaps not, as she closes her eyes again, buries her face in the pillow, muffling her soft moans as he works his tongue inside her, his fingers along sensitive skin…
He crawls up over her, and she changes the angle of her hips slightly, welcoming him as he slides deep within her, a little shiver of delight dancing under her skin at the touch of his lips to her neck, her shoulders…
fingers stretch and then clench into the sheets again as he moves so slowly, and she hides nothing from him, not right now, letting her soft moans and willing frame tell him all he needs to know…
[Derek Anderson] He let his warm breath caressing her skin, goraning slightly as he move inside her, feeling her welcome him, pushing herself against him. He doesn’t accelerate, moving very slowly, enjoying every seconds. He nibble at her neck, jawline, mouth moving to whisper into her ear “Good morning”
He leave a trail of soft kisses on her cheek, moving toward her lips, kissing her if she turn her head enough. He move his hands to cover hers and he pushes himself deep in her, as deep as possible. He wasn’t really making love to her thought it could seem and feel like it. He was just waking her up very sensually.
He didn’t know how long it lasted, feeling his pleasure rising slowly. He still kept it slow, unless he felt she wouldn’t reach climax that way. Eventually, he exploded inside her, filling her for the..well he lost count really. He let both of them come back from the edge and then gently covered her with his body, just kissing her shoulder and neck softly.
[Izzy Montoya] He moves his hands to cover hers, and she spreads her fingers, letting his fall between them so that she can close her hands again, fingers laced together as he moves within her… he whispers, and she makes a soft sound in the back of her throat and turns her head enough so that he can kiss her…
some may think it’s making love – but not Izzy. She doesn’t do love, she doesn’t do commitment. The closest was John, and there is no thought for anything, anyone else in that secret part of her…not that she knows of. Just because she hasn’t disappeared in the night, and allows him to seek her out for company more than any other fling… its not love.
This… this is sensual, it is sexy, it is something that tears at her senses and wakes them one b one, carefully and tenderly… a far cry from desperation of the night before, the animalistic power and passion, but no less thrilling as the sensations build, achingly slow, her body reacting to his in a very intimate way…
He keeps it slow, and even the climax builds subtly, softly, before exploding in the warmth of a thousand fireworks under her skin, deep in her belly…. her grip on his hands tight as she holds on through wave after rolling wave….
after, as she relaxes, and he covers her with his body, only then does she finally reply…. “Morning.”
[Derek Anderson] “Slept well?” He ask her, grinning. He stays over her for a moment, letting his sex become completly soft before moving out of her and laying on his side, watching her. One hand caressed her butt and back in a lazy way. He was still grinning, looking content. She knew she could satisfy him, she has seen him smile blissfully after sex, this morning was not an exception.
Even though he just came, even though they had wild sex late into the night or should it be early morning, he knew that he could just start over again, sex aching and still it wouldn’t be enough. He was addicted to this woman. It wasn’t romantic it was almost genetic. He craved her. Knowing her nature and his, and the world they lived in, he better take as much from those moments as he could before they stop.
“I think I could enjoy waking you up in this fashion or something similar quite often”he said, teasing her.
[Izzy Montoya] She peers at him through lowered lashes as he moves to lay beside her, watching her… she makes a sound that might be agreement to having slept well. She always does after a night with him. Sometimes it’s the only time she can sleep, exhausted, with muscles that quiver and complain in the most delicious ways, used and abused until all she can do is sleep and recover…
He looks content. She looks rested.
He was addicted… and she would admit nothing.
He thinks he could enjoy mornings such as this, often, and he teases her while his hands play idly over her skin, over the bullet scar low on the right hand side that matches one on the left shoulder… through and through, both of them… hazards of her job, unlike the other scars… scars he makes her forget having.
“Careful, Detective. That sounds dangerously close to commitment…” Her voice, despite being awake, is still hazy with sleep and raspy with the cries she’s uttered through the night…
[Derek Anderson] He chuckled “Commitment? I’d never dare, you’d shut me for being so preposterous.”He grinned, his tone light. “I was jsut saying that because of the deal we have that I have to make sure you get some restful sleep regularly so you don’t look as tired as the other night when i bumped into you in the park”
He had kept his word, he has been around pretty often, to help her sleep. Only her could say if she slept well, if his presence made her able to rest. He thought it did, for the bags under her eyes were gone. He let his finger trail between her butt cheeks, teasing her hole before moving back to trace her spine.
“Wha would you like to do today? Breakfast then go on your way, find some other guy and call me when you miss me? Or would you like to spend the day with me?” His tone was casual, no trace of sarcasm or jealousy when he mention her seeking others. She will have others, he will too. The question was when. He wasn’t in any hurry to leave her side today though.
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks, amused, as he waves it off lightly, and reminds her of their deal. She lifts her hips into his trailing fingers, moaning softly as he teases her, before relaxing as his fingers slide up along her spine again….
He names some possibilities of what she might be doing today, including finding someone else to spend it with. There is no jealousy in his tone, unlike when he spoke of Finn the other night, though it was explained easily enough. There will be others, perhaps there always will be. This… this is what it is, without definition, without limits…
Her belly rumbles at the thought of food, and she buries her face into the pillow again. “Breakfast. Coffee.”
As for after that, she doesn’t commit to one thing or the other just yet. Priorities, and all… and she is in no hurry to face that elevator again, either. Staying right here seems just fine for now.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded, kissing her lips for a moment, her shoulder, her back then her ass, licking it teasefully before grabbing the phone and call room service. He look at Izzy “What you’d like? The whole nine yards? Bacon, eggs, sausages, toasts?” he order what she wants and for him was three eggs, bacon, sausages, toasts, orange juice…he was really hungry. He also asked for coffee. He tell them to enter the room, leave the cart and take the tip by the door. After thanking them, he hung up and streches.
“What do you say we wait for them in the spa? Then we eat, shower and see what you decide to do today?” He got up, not bothering to cover himself. She knew his body pretty well by now. Just like he knew hers. He moved to the bathroom, starting hte spa and get in it. The warm jets did wonder to his body, aching from last night activities.
He always reached his limits with her…and he will work past them to pleasure her even more.
[Izzy Montoya] She kisses him, the touch lingering even as she steadfastly refuses to reopen her eyes… even when his tongue slides over her ass again – instead, she just moans, and burrows deeper into the pillow. When he asks her order, she just nods – all of the above…
Then, he’s moving, and has energy and she glares at him with a single eye, through her hair, watching as he walks toward the bathroom and the spa… The water runs, and that’s when she can no longer ignore the fact that she has to pee, which means she has to get out of bed. She groans, her muscles complaining as she pushes up to sit and push her hair out of her face, scrubbing her hands over her cheeks before she stands and follows him to the bathroom.
She doesn’t bother to kick him out as she sits down to pee either – after all, he knows her body almost as well as she does. She sighs in relief as she finishes up, washes her hands and studies her reflection for a moment. She studies a mark on her shoulder, left by his teeth at some point last night, and smirks. At least he still follows the rules – no marks where the can’t be hidden.
Only then does she turn and join him in the spa… “Ooooooooooh….” a sigh of relief as she slides into the water, her hand sliding against his thigh… “Good plan…”
[Derek Anderson] He had smiled when she came into the bathroom and didn’t seem shocked in the slightest when she start to pee with him around. Some guys qould probably be disgusted or something, but not him. He looked like it was the most normal thing she could do. He grinned when she looked at her reflection in the mirror, inspecting her body. He saw the mark left by his teeth on her shoulder, just as he could feel the scratch marks on his back from her nails after one of her many climaxes last night.
it seem liek they were less shy about leaving traces of the other on their body. He was still careful not to break her rules. It would be stupid and it would end something he has come to enjoy a lot, he was even eager to see her when she called or he called her. Not school boy eager but still, he knew that he would have a wonder time when ut happened.
She slide in the water, hand caressing his thigh, one of his hand reaching to touch the closest part of her body. “I always have good plans, you should know that by now”he said, with a slight smirk.
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks, but it’s more playful than anything, as she sinks down chin deep in the water, resting her head against the side as she sighs contentedly, letting the warm water and the jets do their job…
… and if she adjusts, slightly, so the flow of one jet slides between her thighs, well… some places need more massaging than others, hm?
He touches her, and the smirk slides into a softer version that might some day grow into an actual smile. Maybe. “Alright, I’ll give you that one. Your plans do tend to pan out better than most…”
[Derek Anderson] He watches her, notcied the way she shifted to let the jet push water between her thigs. He grinned slightly “Hmmmm should I feel worried that you’re nejoying the spa more than me right now?” He say, not looking worried at all. If she want to have fun with the jet, she could, he won’t stop her..just watch.
His hand caress the nearest thigh slowly “Thank you for noticing. Now..what I”m curious about will be your next plan…how you will make use of me for three days. I mean..hopefully won’t get bored and lock my in a closet or something. 3 days might be a long time to spend with the same guy you know. You might get tired of me”
He was pretty confident she wouldn’t get bored or tired of him, not now at least. Things were going well and they were having a lot of fun after all. They both might hear the door open, a crt psuhed in and the bellhop leaving after taking the money Derek had left for him.
[Izzy Montoya] She chuckles, softly, and shifts her position again, closer to that jet as she slides her hand idly along his thigh, up farther to trace his length teasingly – even as she refuses to answer. She is enjoying the light pressure, and in a moment, has moved to take advantage of the best jet, which has her sliding into his lap, leaning back against him. She braces a foot on the side to hold herself in place, and sighs contentedly again…
“Mmmmmm I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” She smirks, slightly, a little devilish gleam in her gaze suggesting she has at least some idea what those three days will entail… “Three days is treading into dangerous territory. You’ll have to be careful not to fall in love…”
[Derek Anderson] He grins as she press her back against him, his big hands moving to cover her breasts, caressing them, teasing her nipples, pinching them slighlty, pulling them. She could feel him harden again, against her smooth butt. His hands moved to caress ehr sides, her belly, up her breasts again as she took advantage of the jet.
“Hmmm I’ll keep that in mind. I owuldn’t want to do something stupid like that right? I doubt you will” He breathe against her neck, lips brushing the skin until he starts nibbling at it again, not enough to leave marks, moving to her jawlne and back down “And i can’t wait. If you tell and kill me..that renders the planning of the 3 days rather moot”
[Izzy Montoya] She catches her breath, arching into his touch against her breasts, feeling him harden again. He’s always read, that much is a constant, hardening again after just a bit of rest, always ready to take her in any way she sees fit… she slides her ass against him, teasingly, squirming under the force of the water, aching to press forward yet wanting to press back against him at the same time….
He breathes against her neck, and she bares it for him, her smile one of lazy satiation as the water flows over her sensitive skin… she brings her fingers along her belly, down between her thighs, reaching farther to caress his balls, teasing along his skin before lifting her hands again to let the jet do the work…
“The anticipation” she says, of the three days… “Will make it all the sweeter…”
[Derek Anderson] “Yes, it will” he says with his hands still caressing her beautiful breasts, toying with her nipples. His mouth kisses and nipples her neck, hs hard sex pressing more against her ass. She was always horny, she made him always horny as well. He wonders what she’ll plan for the three days. He has a feeling a lot of it will be sexual but this was easy, some of it might be vilolence related. He wonders if she’ll test him, see how far he’d go for her.
Evil as she is, she might test him to see if he loved her. That..was something to think about for if the truth is not what she wanted, it would be bad. Though he was pretty confident he wanted the same as her. They seemed to understand each other, even complement each other some times.
One hand went down between her legs to tease her, help the jet please her before moving back to caress the breasts it had left.
[Izzy Montoya] He wonders, and she tells him nothing, instead concentrating on the sensations building in her once more… she rubs her ass back against him, her arching her back as she presses into his hands, before she leans forward, slowly, finding a handhold to brace herself with as she slides her ass over his sex, a soft moan as she grinds against him…
She’s pretty confident they want the same things – especially right now… he helps the jet, and then with a moan she presses back against him again…
“You’ll just have to wait… but right now, I won’t anymore… Earlier was nice – but now I want you to fuck me.”
[Derek Anderson] He smiled at her words “I can wait, don’t worry. And this morning was thismorning…i really want you now” His hands moved to her butt, lifting her so he could bring her down on his sex, fillnig her once more, loving how soft and warm it feels ot be inside her. Moving his hands under her tighs, keeping her spread legged, angling her so the jet was hitting her clit, he start to move her fast and hard on him, lifitng his hips a little with each thrust to go deeper inside her.
Gone was this morning sensuality and back was the fierce passion of last nights and many nights before. Thisis part o what brought them together often, this wild, uncontrolled lust, this desire for the other, this want of nothing but pleasure over and over again. He has no intention to stop for a long time, not even after she climax, not even after he does, sopping only when his sex no longer can satisfy her. And since he could stay hard a while after reaching the edge…mixed with the jets, he had hope she will find herself extremely relaxed before breakfast.
[Izzy Montoya] He lifts her, easily, and she groans as he slides her down over his sex, filling her so completely. Even as he thrusts, he keeps her thighs open and she matches his movements with her own, her body reacting to his almost instantly as he fucks her, fast and hard…
Just the way she likes it….
He has no intention of stopping, and neither does she, hope fullfilled as she explodes at long last, her breath hard, heavy, even as she cries out again… expression settling into satiation at long last…. her muscles aching, yet relaxed as she sags against him, turning her head to capture his lips with her own before admitting…
“…i can’t move. You’ll have to fetch breakfast.”
[Derek Anderson] He was in no hurry ot move himself after this little episode in the spa. His arms surround her a moment as she kiss him. A slightly possessive gesture but it felt right for the moment. She then tell him to fetch breakfast and that made him laugh “Oh I can do better than that.”
Slowly he stood up, lifting her as if she weighted nothing. Moving out of the bathroom, he grabbed two towels and headed toward the bed. Still holding her, he placed one of the bed then laid her on it and gave her the other one so she could dry herself
“It’ll be more ocmfortable having breakfast in bed. He went to the trolly, brought it to the bed and served her breakfast before using one of hte towel to dry himself and sat on the bed with his breakfast, eating, watching her with a smile.
That was one fun morning.
[Izzy Montoya] He slides his arms around her, slightly possessively, but she does not complain. If anything, she moves closer, for that brief moment, and kisses him again. Then, she’s laughing as he picks her up, and shakes her head, helping him with the towel before he lays her down.
“You do have good ideas, Detective Anderson… keep this up and you’ll be bucking for a promotion…” She smirks, and dries herself off, before taking her plate of breakfast, and digging in happily.
This, indeed, is a good morning after all. (even if it is after noon)