Chapter Twenty-Nine

By the time Rae closed her cell phone, I was so hot for her that I grabbed the front of her belt and dragged her out of the kitchen and upstairs to my room. I was savoring how passive she was, a uniformed woman allowing me to call the shots. When I glanced back at her, her eyes were already glazed and her mouth was open just a little. My guess was she wasn’t getting much of this kind of action in Prairie View. This was going to be superb.

I shut the bedroom door and pushed her into the middle of the room. She didn’t touch me, but let me take the lead. I stood several inches away from her and gorged myself on the visual feast of Rae. Her height, more pronounced from the effect of the uniform, forced me to look up into her eyes. Her shirt was tight across her chest that was moving her badge up and down double time. Her breathing was labored and erratic. It caught when I reached around her neck and released the black clip that held her hair. I arranged her long, black hair around her shoulders. Then I undid the uniform tie and placed it on the dresser for later possible activities.

I was puzzled by her acquiescence but didn’t want to spend time questioning what was happening. I stepped back again to consider my options. There was no way I was going to rush this. It was an unprecedented opportunity. And if I was anything, I was an opportunist.

“I don’t know where to start, Sheriff. Everything here looks so delicious. Would you like to suggest what I should taste first?”

“It depends upon what you like for an appetizer, Ms. O’Hara.”

“Well, then, I’ll peruse the choices.”

I placed my left hand on her belt and took my time pacing round her long frame. I played my fingers against the hardware hanging from the belt: gun holster, radio, flashlight, cell phone case, knife sheath, and her handcuffs. I circled my index finger in the O of the cuffs. I could feel the wet gathering between my legs and imagined her sumptuous black hair spread across my thighs as she explored me with her tongue. I almost came just thinking about it and found myself rubbing my breasts across her back. I told myself to slow down because I realized we didn’t even have our clothes off yet.

“I saw a morsel last night that triggered my appetite, but I didn’t get a taste,” I said, standing on my toes and moving my lips against the back of her neck.

“And that was?” Rae’s voice was strained.

I moved around and unbuckled her belt, loosened the button at the top of her pants, and inched down the zipper. There they were, another pair of black lacy underpants.

“Those,” I whispered, “hiding under that staid uniform.”

Her eyes were heavy-lidded. Her voice, low and raspy. “Well, they seem to bring results. Are you going to respond like you did last night and fall on your back?”

“Oh, don’t think I’m that predictable.” I slid my hand into the front of her pants and cupped her on the outside of the moist panties. She started shivering. I pushed aside the material separating my hand from her wetness and ran a middle finger once through her folds, then used it to moisten her mouth.

I was licking her wetness from her open lips when I said, “Delectable appetizer. Perfectly prepared with a hint of salt and Chardonnay.”

Rae was panting. She gave up on passivity, grabbed my waist, and pulled me into her, kissing me hotly, blending our moans. I explored her tongue as it rhythmically pushed into my mouth. My crotch pushed into her leg in time with her tongue.

“Time for the main course, Ms. O’Hara.”

“Call me Jill and you’ll get dessert.” Our lips were an inch apart.

We both stepped back and kicked off our shoes. I unbuttoned the top of her shirt while she loosened my pullover from my jeans. When her hand touched my belly, I felt an unexpected wash of moisture between my legs and knew this would seep through my pants. I kept loosening her shirt buttons, exposing, to my delight, a matching bra. This girl knew what a woman liked.

“Is that standard issue for sheriff uniforms? If so, sign me up.”

“Hmm, only when the sheriff has special duty. And I am a dutiful woman.” She freed the button at the top of my jeans, lowered the zipper, and fell onto her knees. If this was duty, I was all for it.

She licked my belly just under my navel while she pulled my pants over my hips and down to the floor. I watched her rub her face into my sodden panties, an intoxicating sight, as her long fingers kneaded my ass. I pushed myself into her, a silent plea for her to remove the flimsy panties. Instead, she pressed her tongue into the fabric and against my swollen clit, causing me to gasp and thrust.

She stood, nostrils flaring, eyes determined and dilated. “Get on the bed,” she ordered, leaving no room for disobedience. Wonderful, I had found myself a top, right there in good old Prairie View.

I edged around the mission-style bed frame, kicking away my jeans. “I need for you to take off your pants. I want to see more of you,” I said as I sat on the bed. “Let me help.”

She hesitated, then stepped in front of me and allowed me to push her uniform pants down her endless legs to the floor. The aroma of her arousal besotted me and I heard myself groan. I leaned forward and kissed the front of her as if I were tongue-kissing her mouth. She was swollen under the thin, wet silk and I longed to take her into my mouth without fabric separating us. Her breath was coming in short gasps, and she rocked herself against my tongue.

She grabbed my shoulders and shoved me onto my back, leaving my legs hanging over the bedside. Back on her knees again, she grabbed my underpants in both hands and ripped them apart, heedless that they were a pricey item. I was ecstatic.

“Stay there,” she commanded. I watched her remove her panties and finish unbuttoning her shirt without removing it. Her hair was wild around her shoulders as she bent over me to pull off my shirt and bra. The sight of her unbuttoned shirt, revealing perfect silk-cupped breasts and glistening wetness between her legs, undid me. She straddled one of my thighs and rubbed her engorged sex in a rhythm that was hers, never looking away from my eyes. “Touch me now,” she gasped. Her hands were holding her up on either side of my head.

I put my hand between her burning folds and my thigh, finding her distended and ready. She cried out and moved faster on my hand. In a few seconds, she came all over me, gushing fluids. Just when she was ending her orgasm, I pushed two fingers inside her. My thrust made her come again. I never saw anything so sexy as Rae, bending over me, climaxing and moaning.

She fell to her knees in front of me, breathless. Grabbing my rear and pulling me toward her, she used her shoulders to nudge and spread me wide. Without preamble, she took me with her mouth. Her savage tongue plunged into every valley and crevice. I could feel it searching, plundering, savoring. When it settled on my pleading clit, her tongue pulsated while she sucked me. Then she slammed three long fingers into me and I went over. My contractions around her fingers drew the orgasm out into one long scream.

She wasn’t done. Grabbing me beneath my limp arms, she pulled me to the middle of the bed, then to the top, resting my head on the pillows. Again, she spread my legs as wide as they would go and rose up on her knees in front of me. “Hold on to the bed and don’t let go,” she said.

With her fingers, she opened her lower lips and placed her dripping center on my already excited clit. With small, precise movements, our wet, hard centers touching, she brought both of us to another climax, first her and in seconds, me. She fell on top of me, winded and shuddering. I closed my eyes and reveled in the kisses she covered my face and neck with. I realized they were the kind of kisses given a lover, not a one-night fling. They were sublime and I welcomed them.

“You’re exquisite,” she whispered several times. Her hair brushed my neck and collarbone.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever experienced,” I told her. It was true.

We rested, eyes closed. Minutes later, I felt her move off me and heard the clinking of something metal. Then I felt her kissing my left arm, moving it above my head while she licked. I opened blurry eyes to see hands moving so fast I couldn’t catch what they were doing. But I felt cold metal around my wrist and heard two clicks. I focused my eyes enough to see that she’d handcuffed me to the wooden slat in the head board.

“Don’t be afraid, but I have to keep you safe,” she whispered in my ear and she got off the bed. She was buttoning up her shirt. Her eyes were pleading and guilty. “You mean more to me than you know.” She glanced at my bedside phone. “It’s unplugged, sorry.”

“What? What are you doing?” She was gathering her clothes, belt, and shoes.

She moved to the doorway. Her mouth was resolute, but her eyes were filled with regret. “Forgive me. I can’t let you interfere or get hurt.” She was gone.

“What the fuck? Rae! Don’t leave me!”

I pled for a few minutes but heard the front door slam, her car start, and the crunch of the gravel in the driveway.

“Fuck!”