Fuck…

The next time I want to get hit by a car… I think I might skip it.

I grab an ice pack from my freezer, practically bouncing on my left foot to keep my right ankle from pushes too hard into the floor. I wince as I lay the ice pack along my now-purple ribs. I’m not sure which stings more: the biting crisp or the throbbing bruises.

With a beer in hand, I ease back into the living room. I head toward the windows and close all the blinds. I lie down on the sofa. The TV remote is close by. I should turn it on and check the local news, but… whatever.

I open the beer and chug a large amount. I feel a bit better already.

It doesn’t seem like anything was damaged permanently. Just means I’m not running away as fast as I’d like to. I’ll check again in twelve hours. If I keep off this ankle, the pain will be more than manageable by then.

Let’s just hope the cops haven’t set up checkpoints by then but I’ve squeezed through worse situations than that.

There’s a knock on the door. It’s quick and light. I almost don’t hear it at all.

Slowly, I set my drink down and stand up, still keeping the ice pack pressed along my ribs. It’s hard to move without making noise, but I tighten up and attempt it anyway. If the wrong person is on the other side of this door, then I’d rather play the no-one’s-home card and ignore them.

I lean in to look through the peephole. Dripping, tattered bangs fall over her eyes. She wipes moistures off her forehead and rolls her fist to knock again.

I slide the chain free and open the door.

Anna’s eyes instantly fall to my bruised chest. She exhales hard with worry on her face and shakes slightly. She looks freezing cold.

“Are you all right?” I ask.

She raises her eyes and nods.

“And Charlotte?” I add.

She nods again.

I open the door wider to let her in. “What’s wrong?”

Anna doesn’t answer. She steps forward through the frame and pauses in front of me. My nose twitches with the scent of rain mixing with her perfume. A little more water tumbles down her cheeks, looking like tears but I fight the instinct to hold her.

“Come on in,” I say, taking a half step back.

She bridges the gap I made. She moistens her lips and presses them together in sweet hesitation. A quiet tremble shakes her once more before she finally tilts her head and kisses me.

Her soft and warm lips open, inviting mine to do the same. I curl an arm around her waist and pull her closer as her hands rise to my face. I kiss her back, wincing as every muscle in my face burns but I don’t care. I’m not stopping.

I pull her out of the way and slam the door. She gasps as I pin her against it but her lips never stop connecting with mine. Her hips push forward in a soft grind and my blood rushes south in response. Her clothes are damp, wetting my skin and sending cold shivers down my spine. I lick the rainwater off her chin; off her neck. I taste her, wanting more.

Her soaking jacket falls to our feet and she kicks it aside. I drop the ice pack to run my fingers along her cheek, burrowing back into her hair as her tongue massages mine. Her tight ponytail loosens as I slide the hair tie free. The rest of her hair topples down to her shoulders, wet and wild, and I smile at a beautiful new side of Anna Silva.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her hands hovering along my bruises.

“I’ll be all right,” I say.

Her fingers touch skin and I tremble beneath her touch. “Does it hurt?” She tilts her head upward, her eyes hopeful.

I smile as I brush my lips against hers. “Not enough to stop this.”

I kiss her again as she pinches the zipper on my jeans. She kicks off her wet shoes and I push a hand up her shirt, peeling the wet fabric off her skin and pulling it over her head. Her body glistens and my tongue twitches as I slowly drop to my knees to lick the water off her belly.

I come face-to-face with the police badge strapped to her belt. She takes hold of it and slides it off, pausing for a second before dropping it to the floor. I continue my descent and she leans back against the door as I pull her pants down to her ankles.

Her right pant-leg gets caught and I reach down to feel the hard metal against her ankle. A closer look and I see it’s a gun strapped in a holster.

“Sorry,” she says, chuckling. “Old habit.”

“You packing anywhere else?” I ask as I loosen the clasp.

“No, but you’re free to frisk me.”

I stand up, admiring her body covered by nothing more than a damp bra and panties. “Oh, I will, Detective.”

I lean down to place firm hands beneath her rear and she hops up to wrap her legs around me. My stomach and arms scream. I clench in pain, but again, I don’t fucking stop. They can fall off for all I care. Still won’t stop me from taking her.

Anna kisses me as I carry her into my room. I let gravity take us down to the bed and she falls with her legs spread for me. I settle between them, guided forward by her intoxicating kiss, as she pushes my jeans down just enough to free my erection. It grazes her inner thigh, standing firm, but I fight the urge to fuck her here and now.

“Wait, wait,” I whisper, biting my cheek. “Do you…”

“What?” she breathes.

“Do you need me to go slow?” I ask, thinking about her and her needs.

She shakes her head. “No. Maybe.” Her brow furrows. “I don’t know…”

I kiss her again to break the tension. “Do you want me to go down on you while you think about it?”

Her head tilts. “Yeah, sure.”

I attack her lips again first, taking my fill of her before moving down to her neck and shoulders. Every part of her twitches as I kiss her, awakening from a long drought of cold, lonely nights. I’ll make it worth it for her.

I go a bit lower and she arches her back, giving me enough space to reach behind her and unhook her bra. It goes loose about her shoulders and I playfully bite a strap. She laughs and straightens her arms to let me pull it off completely. I add it to the trail of clothes on the floor and stare down at the goddess in front of me.

She raises her hips as I pull her panties down her ankles. I toss them to the floor without turning away from her naked body, now displayed completely in front of me.

She’s fucking beautiful.

I place my hands on her hips and slide upward to grab her breasts. She quivers beneath me as my lips press along her belly. I keep moving south, looking up at her in case her face shows resistance but it doesn’t. Still, I hold back on everything I really want to do to her.

Her legs part a little more and I pull her knees over my shoulders. I lick my lips as saliva builds on my tongue. Again, I look up at her, wanting to see the pleasure on her face when I finally touch her.

I slide my tongue up along the edge of her folds. She takes in a sharp inhale and I smile as I round my tongue around her clit.

Anna closes her eyes. Her chest rises and falls quickly with each gentle lap I give her. I keep the same pace, watching it build on her beautiful face. A moan falls from her lips and I feel it in my groin. I give her more pressure, wanting to hear it again and again. She bites her lips but another deeper moan comes out. Her thighs twitch around my ears. Her taste covers my tongue. Her body heat makes me break a sweat. I feel up her curves toward her breasts and Anna clutches my left hand with her right. She squeezes it, her muscles pulsing in sync with her delicious moans.

I lap and suck, finding the perfect spot to force her over the edge. I want her to. I need her to. I’ll stay here all night to experience her coming over and over again.

Her nails dig into my hand but the pain isn’t enough to stop me. I lick faster, moving down to tease her entrance and her body tenses from head-to-toe.

She moans at the ceiling, the tension breaking. I don’t stop. I won’t stop until she begs me to.

Her moans quickly blend with laughter. She turns to the side and forces her legs closed to block my probing tongue. She keeps laughing, locking in a spiral of passion that won’t let her go.

I kiss up her thighs and belly, not wanting to let my lips stray far from her skin.

“Milo,” she moans.

I softly bite the flesh of her breast. “Yes?”

Her fingers wrap around my cock. My breath catches in my throat as she gives me a few slow and firm strokes.

I laugh. “Well hello, Detective.”

She kisses me, slipping her tongue between my lips. Her grip on me tightens and I make a random sport take over my thoughts.

I look in her eyes. There’s a fire in them that wasn’t there before. Her hair creates a dark halo beneath her head. Bright, pink cheeks. Quick, fluttering breaths.

I give her a hard kiss before she slides downward. I dip onto one side as she bends forward to take me into her mouth. My pleasure spikes the moment her tongue grazes my tip and I hold a deep groan in the back of my throat. Anna bobs her head, taking me in and out of her sucking lips.

I run my fingers through her hair, resting my hand on her head. Tension builds quickly and I wrap my fingers around a lock of her hair, preparing to make her stop. I don’t want this to end too quickly, I haven’t fucked her the way I want to yet.

I reach my edge and pull myself out of her soft and warm mouth. She rolls onto her back as I push up to tower above her. Her thighs hug my waist, her welcoming slit teasing my throbbing cock.

I take hold of my shaft and guide it between her folds. Anna’s mouth drops as I thrust inside. I move slowly but the eager look in her eyes begs me to take her faster. She moans for me as her hands move along my arms and body. She raises her hips with my thrusts and we grind together, pushing each other toward climax.

I crush my mouth on hers, swallowing her moans. I grunt with every thrust, unable to hold back. Her back arches and my lips fall to her neck. She takes a final, deep breath and then I feel her sex clench around mine. It sends me over the edge and I come as she does.

We cling to each other, holding on until the wave finally subsides. I look into her eyes and she smiles back at me. I can barely catch my breath. The numbing pleasure fades and the forgotten pain returns to my ribs.

Her eyes twist with concern. “Are you okay?” she asks.

My lips twitch. “Are you?”

She answers with a smile and some of that pain fades away.