Wanting

It was wrong, every fibre of her being told her so, he was a married man, her Sergeant, years on the force, she had a boyfriend, and yet to see him was to ache for him. He was one of those few Sergeants that actually worked out, did weights and kept in shape, and boy did he keep in shape. Everywhere he went women seemed to melt at his words, and men either wanted to be like him or were jealous of him entering a room because of his obvious charms with women.

He was softly spoken with a deep voice, but being a copper he knew how to use that voice, more often than not a whisper in an offenders ear provoked more calm than another cops raised voice. She wondered whether he was like that in the bedroom. That quiet voice whispering, telling you what he was going to do, and then doing it to you, whatever and however he wanted.
She would find herself day dreaming about him, fantasising about being with him.

Her favourite fantasy was that it was after night shifts, they had finished patrol group drinks and she had one too many and he would offer to take her home. He never drove with the windows up and the ac on, she felt ill after mixing her drinks so had her head hanging out the window, hoping that she wouldn’t vomit on his nice paintwork. The wind rushing past was helping but only a little, as she tried to get out of his car when they arrived she more or less melted out the car door, her legs giving way.

Steve quickly got out and came round to help her up, before she knew it he had swept her into his arms and was carrying her to her flat door. ‘I’m so sorry’, was all she could stammer, ashamed that she had let him see her like this. Elizabeth wasn’t much of a drinker, and the mixing was more than she could handle, besides that the group had partied since 7am and it was now 8pm and still hadn’t been to bed, they were the last ones standing. Steve said ‘It’s fine, any girl who goes drink for drink with me and is still standing 10hours later has got my respect, you’re fine it’s now 13hours time for bed I think’.

With that he fumbled the keys in the door and took Elizabeth to the bedroom, she leant her head in on his chest as he carried her. As he laid her on the bed, she looked up at him, Steve knew she wanted him, he wanted her too, he’d wanted her since she first walked in to the station. She was so prim and proper, her hair always tied back in a bun or a plait, and then hairspray to keep it all neatly in place, and those goddamn shiny shoes, too shiny. Yet here she was, in a bed in his arms, and her hair so long and beautifully messy waves framing her face, a loose fitting peasant top and those tight blues jeans that hugged her arse just so nicely. She looked completely different out of uniform, like an alter ego, at work she was buttoned down and squared away, but here like this, she was sex on legs and dangerous, what if someone found out, what if....

As Elizabeth looked into his eyes she could see he was slipping away from her, she pulled him towards her and kissed him hard on the mouth, and started to drink him in. The smell of him was intoxicating, that mix of manliness and bourbon, and just a hint of sweat, heat coming from him. With that kiss he was lost to her, wanting her Steve kissed her, twined his hands in her mane and gently pulled her head back exposing her throat to him where he continued his kisses. He wanted those breasts in his mouth, her young flesh firm and soft all at once, he pulled her top up but stopped short of taking it off when he got to her hands binding the top around her hands and then tethering it to the headboard.

Panic suddenly gripped Elizabeth, she had never been tied up by a lover before, using cuffs in training was never an issue, as she always knew that there was an out, but she could feel that Steve had bound her hands and it didn’t seem like there was an out.

‘Do you trust me?’, Steve asked, his voice that deep base in a whisper just as she had imagined it so often, ‘I promise I won’t hurt you, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Do you trust me?’.

‘Yes, I do. Take me’, Elizabeth whispered.

Steve removed her jeans, and then her panties, she had a nice lacy g-string, and no bra. Taking off his own clothes in a slow and deliberate manner, allowing her to savour him, Elizabeth thought she would come just from the sight, he was huge. Steve then sat astride her, she thought he was about to start fucking her, she could feel his cock pressing against her pubic bone, he leant in and started kissing her, and working his breasts first with his hands.

Then he trailed his kisses down her neck, and squeezed her nipples between his forefinger and thumb, all the while grinding his cock into her. He wanted her, but he wanted this to last, he was going to make her want more.

‘Elizabeth have you ever sucked cocked?’, ‘Yes’.

‘Elizabeth have you ever had your pussy eaten out?’, ‘No’.

‘Elizabeth have you ever been rimmed?’ ‘Um, what’s that?’

‘How about I show you, be a good girl and lay there don’t move’

Steve leant down and kissed her nipples, then sucked first one and then the other, before biting down just a little harder. Elizabeth could feel the heat between her legs growing getting moist. He moved his kisses down her stomach, towards a nice small thatch of hair that she obviously either trimmed or shaved. Parting her pussy lips he gently blew on her private parts, then began licking and teasing, and then he reached her clit which he sucked and licked and flicked until he felt it growing harder and standing erect under his expert tongue.

It was all Elizabeth could do to keep still, she had never had a man go down on her before, and this was sending shock waves of electricity through her body. Just then Steve pushed two fingers in her pussy and sucking her clit hard, she bucked her hips high as an orgasm like she had never known flooded her senses, she could feel her pussy clamping down on Steve’s fingers, but he just kept pumping her pussy and sucking her clit. Wave after wave of electricity flowing through her, until finally he stopped, and let her rest.