PART 8 (RATED NC-17)

He had spent Monday afternoon compiling his profile on the killer the Behavioral Science Unit was pursuing. He wanted to get it out of the way so that we could enjoy the rest of the week with no work hanging over his shoulder. The week went by fast. We hit all the museums in D.C. We rented a bunch of movies neither of us had the chance to see. We ate out at a different restaurant every night. We. Us. It was a new concept for both of us. It made things a little strange, but new and exciting. We'd been squiring each other around for nearly seven years, but we had never been an item and it changed the feel of everything we did together.

Since neither of us could boast much of a social life in the past seven years, we both had the money put away to do these things. We took turns paying for our outings. He knew I would find his insistence on paying for everything insulting. So, after a token objection, he allowed me to hang onto this vestige of independence. It was one of the things that I loved about him. He really did see me as an equal. He never saw me as less than or the weaker sex.

And, in keeping with our first weekend together, we made love every night before going to bed, and sometimes in the morning.

Finally, it was our last night of freedom before going back to work. We decided to eat in. He surprised me by running out to the grocery store and returning with three bags of groceries. Although he used almost every pot and pan in my house, he produced a meal fit for royalty. French onion soup and tossed salad with vinegret dressing was followed by veal Parmesan and linguine. He even did baked apples with cinnamon for dessert. After stuffing ourselves silly, I lit a fire in the fireplace and we relaxed on the couch with coffees in hand. We assumed our now favorite position for the couch with me reclining between his long legs. He was silent for long moments and we just enjoyed being snuggled up on the couch. The tension of our first attempt at closeness in the position forgotten.

"So, want to tell me about this profile you did?"
"You probably don't want to hear it."
"Yeah, I do. The perp is serial killer, so I know the evidence is probably gruesome and unsettling."
"To say the least. Whoever this is, he's a sick individual."
"He?"
"Yeah, most of them are and since all his victims are women, married between the ages of 30 and 45, I can safely assume he's male."
"Let me guess, 25-35 years old, loner, bad history with daddy, works way below his potential, has a high I.Q., and is methodical, probably has obsessive compulsive disorder and lives in the area of his victims. How am I doing so far?"
"Pretty good. Where'd you learn this stuff?"
"I read John Crawford's books, Mind Hunter, Obsession, and Journey into Darkness. The Behavioral Science Unit can be loosely related to forensics since forensics often evaluate the evidence that they use to make up the profiles."
"I'm impressed."
"Don't be. Criminal psychology has always just been something I had a morbid curiosity about."
"Something else I didn't know about you. Well, I think he's probably in his 40s or 50s, and his bad history is with mommy, not daddy. He lives near his victims but not in the same town. Probably somewhere fairly remote. Otherwise, you're dead on. Maybe you missed your calling, Scully. You would have done well in psychology instead of cutting up dead people."
"Nah, not my bag. I can only second guess what's going on in other people's heads for a while, then I start getting cranky. I'm a science girl, I like absolutes, and there is nothing absolute about psychology."
"How have you put up with me for all these years?"
"You're the exception."
"Why? Come to think of it, you second guess me all the time, continuously, for the last seven years!"
"I do not!"
"In work, you most certainly do."
"In the beginning maybe. But I've learned to respect your instincts and you're hunches. They may not turn out to be what you thought they were, but they usually lead to something significant and germane to the case."
"Hmm. Instincts and hunches are rarely absolute."
"I know. I've had to back off on some of the convictions I've held sacred all my life, because of you."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It made me grow up. It made me work harder. It made me realize life isn't an imperical math equation. You've taught me that not everything in the universe can be explained and executed with military precision. Sometimes we have to make a leap of faith, trust your gut and go for it.
"Never thought I'd hear that from you. You know, they've hung med school students for less!"
"Me neither. But in an ironic way, it's strengthened my faith. I was never a good Catholic. The dogma and hypocrisy of the church didn't jive with my convictions in science. But learning that not everything in life is black and white, right or wrong, good or evil, I had to rely more on my faith in god and an ordered universe. I had to trust that everything happens for a reason and I don't necessarily have to understand it to work with it. Also, that things work out the way they are supposed to. If I can accept that, I don't have to always know, 'why.'"
"Interesting theory. Maybe that's my problem. My religion has always been 'truth' and figuring out the 'why' of everything. I didn't need hard facts to pursue a line of evidence or questioning. But at the end I am looking for definitive answers."
"There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio...."
"I think we've both learned a great deal from each other. And if your theory is correct, then we don't need to pine over 'what-ifs' as regards our relationship. It happened when it was supposed to happen. Everything we shared and learned from each other built up to that moment. That one moment when I risked touching you. That one moment when I asked to make love to you."

I fluttered my tongue in a good imitation of a cat purr. He chuckled and began to place soft kisses on my shoulder, moving up my neck, lapping his tongue over where he kissed, and finally breathing into my ear and running his tongue around the shell.

My body's response was immediate. I felt the shivers, the now familiar tightening of my nipples and heaviness in my breasts. I moaned. He growled a mock growl that brought a smile to my lips. I purred again in response.
"Dana, you're like a drug. I'm afraid I'm addicted to you."
"I can live with that."
"Can you now? I haven't shocked you yet with how much I want?"
"No, It's hard for me to believe, but I'm getting used to it fast. I think this has been the happiest week of my life so far. I would think I would be the one to have shocked you."
"You did, but I was, am, delighted. I love you so much. I can't even put it into words. There are no words."
"I know. We can show each other though."
"Over and over?"
"Yes, over and over. Let me show you." I stood up and took him by the hand leading him into the bedroom. He reached for me, but I stopped him. "My turn to show you."
"You already have."
"I want to again. Slower this time. I want to explore."
"I'm all yours."

I let her take control and set the pace. She kissed me slowly and thoroughly. Her lips created tingles of fire as they worked down my neck and over my shoulders. She unbuttoned my shirt, kissing every inch of skin she exposed, nipping, sucking, laving her way down my chest.

My shirt was removed and she repeated the process down both arms, ending by sucking each finger into her mouth and swirling her tongue around each of them before moving on to the next. My breathing was ragged now and my heart was beating hard. For every suck on my finger I could feel a mimic sensation in my shaft. She would gently restrain me each time I reached for her.

She slid around to my back and ran her hands up and down the sides of my spine. She stepped away briefly telling me to stay. Then I felt her bare breasts against my back, and her bare legs against the back of my thighs. Her hardened nipples moving over the muscles of my back and making them ripple with anticipation.

Her hands made their way to my belt, her arms around my waist. The buckle was deftly undone, along with the button at the waist of my jeans. I gasped and then let loose a moan as her hand slid over my erection while unzipping my jeans. My jeans were removed as she knelt and licked my thighs, the back of my knees and my calves. My underwear were shed, and she gently led me to sit on the bed.

Continuous incoherent groans escaped me as she ran her hands over my thighs and slid her mouth over my hardness, laving me with her tongue, sucking slow and hard, creating a slow, powerful throb in my shaft. Then she moved up and down, her silky hair brushing my thighs and belly. I'm going to come if she keeps this up.

"Dana, please, I need you so much," I managed to gasp out. She gently maneuvers me onto my back, raising my arms above my head and showing that she wanted me to grab the vertical bars of her headboard. Her slow, steady pace never varied as she ran her hands over my forearms and biceps.

She's kissing me again, sucking my tongue gently into her mouth, our tongues then dancing around each other. I melt when she does that. She pulls back and licks my top and bottom lips, wetting them thoroughly before sucking on my bottom lip. I am shuddering now, my hips straining upward involuntarily, seeking contact with her warm wetness. She stares into my eyes for long moments. Her pupils are dilated, her lids heavy, her lips swollen and her breathing rapid. I am glad to know she is as affected as I am.

Finally, she levers up and straddles my lower legs, leans over and slides her body up mine, pulling her breasts over my groin. My hips twist of their own accord and her tongue darts out to lap up the fluid leaking from the head. The way she hums in the back of her throat as she swallows my fluids drives me crazy. It's like she's eating a delicacy. I can feel the blood rushing through my veins and our panting breaths joining together in an expression of the passion we share. I close my eyes and savor the sensations. Our passion seems to be building each time we are together like this. It hasn't calmed or dimmed. My desire for her, it is as strong and urgent as it was the first time I laid my lips on hers. A mystery, one I don't wish to solve, just revel in.

I feel her slight weight shift and I look up to see her staring at me. Her hands are on my chest, her wetness laying atop my shaft. Her lips are parted, her tongue sliding over the bottom of her top teeth as she contemplates her next move. Her ministrations have been torture, sweet torture. But I am losing my ability to stay still. My cock is heavy, throbbing and beginning to ache now from being hard so long with no relief. I whisper, "Dana, please, I need to be inside you, you've made me ache."

She responds to my request, but still in slow motion, rising up, taking hold of my throbbing hardness with one little, white hand. Holding me in place, she perches atop the head and rubs me back and forth between her wet nether lips. We both moan. I feel her wetness coating the head of my shaft. She is so warm there.

She finally utters her first words since she told me to let her love me slow and explore. "Fox. You will never know how much I love you. You complete me like no one ever has, like no one ever will." I shiver at her words and feel my chest get tight and my eyes sting with unshed tears.

She slowly, centimeter by centimeter, lowers herself onto my shaft, her eyes never leaving mine. Near the bottom, she braces herself on my shoulders, leans forward slightly and pushes back, embedding me to the hilt in her tight, hot, wet tunnel. She sighs. I groan. I watch her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she grinds her pubic bone against me.

I hear her murmur, "So deep, you fill me so full, I can feel you so deep." My hips strain upward trying to relieve this relentless pressure. Her breath hitches and she begins to lift herself up to the top and lower herself back down. Once again her pace is slow. Her breasts are gleaming above me, the pebble hardness of her nipples standing at attention, begging to be suckled.

"Dana, I need to touch you, please." She nods and I remove my hands from the headboard where they held the bars in a death grip. I keep her slow pace, sliding my hands over her hips, waist, stomach and making my way towards my goal. "Silk, your skin is like silk," I whisper. I grasp each globe of her perfect breasts in each hand, lifting and gently kneading their fullness.

She's making those low moaning sounds that go straight to my groin. She embeds me inside her again and begins to rock gently back and forth, her beautiful backside brushing my swollen, aching balls each time she rocks backwards. I pinch her nipples and roll them between my thumb and forefinger.

She groans and hisses, "Yes, squeeze hard, Fox, harder, yeah, just like that." Her pace increases as she begins to undulate her hips in a slight circular motion. She leans back and I raise my knees slightly and tilt my hips up, pushing into her as far as I can go, feeling myself slide a little deeper into her as my hips tilt up. "Oh, god," in a surprised tone was all I heard as her walls began to contract and massage my. She reached back and gripped my thighs. My hand sank to her clitoris and I ran my thumb hard over her nub as the orgasm hit her. I saw a flush rush up her stomach and chest as her head was thrown back and she cried out, her eyes wide, "Fox. Ahhh. Fox."

She was so beautiful, her tiny body towering above me, flushed, her breast thrust out, her inner muscles urging me to follow her. I clenched my jaw tight, curled my toes and contracted my groin muscles in an effort not to come.

Her spasms stopped and she gazed at me with an almost bewildered look on her face. Then she smiled, "I didn't expect that. Wow." I couldn't take my stillness anymore and grabbed her hips, bucked my hips and quickly flipped her onto her back. She gave a little surprised squeal but didn't protest. I put her arms up to grasp the bars of the head board as she had done to me. I pulled out of her and she mewled in protest. I held her hips down with both hands. I needed to regain control and that wasn't going to happen if I was inside her. I leaned in and kissed her and made my way down her body. As she'd done to me, reveling in the way she began to squirm.

I positioned myself on my knees, between her legs and slid my thighs wide and to the side of her hips, pulling her legs up and resting them on my shoulders. Her eyes were wide with anticipation and she licked her lips. I smiled at her and firmly grasped her waist just above her hips, my arms on the outside of her legs and placed myself at her entrance. I slid just my head inside her and pulled back out. Then I went in a little more and pulled back out. I continued to tease her this sway, sinking a little further each time until her head was rolling back and forth on the pillow, her auburn hair splayed around her head and across the pillow. She pleaded, "Fox, you're killing me, please." I pulled completely out, looked her in the eye with my erection resting between her swollen lips and then gripped her hips and drove myself into her to the hilt, hard, holding her pelvis from the top of her hips crushed against me. She cried out as I began to thrust into her and kept pulling all the way out and driving back in as far as I could go.

I leaned forward to hug her hips with my arms, pulling her entire pelvis against me, whipping my hips back and forth with my thrusts until she cried out. As her muscles spasmed, I thrust a hand under her cheek and pushed my finger into her anus. She wailed, bucked her hips and began clamping down on me again, her orgasm prolonged. I couldn't get enough of watching her in total abandon like this, thrashing beneath me, surrendering to me and to her own passion. Somehow I managed not to explode inside her. Delighting in being able to make her orgasm as many times as I could distracted me from my own painful throbbing between my legs. I backed out.

She quieted and looked up at me finally. "My god, Fox, you're still..." I smiled goofily, "Yes." She opened her mouth as if to say something but I chose that moment to retract my finger from her back side, slide up and scoop her wetness on my finger as I pawed at her lips between her legs. She gasped. I brought my hand out from under her, around to the front and slipped between her legs. I slid down the bed placing her feet on the bed, her knees up. "Fox, what?"

Her inquiry was cut short as I began methodically coating my fingers with her wetness and sliding down to lubricate her back door. First one finger slid in and I worked it around until her muscles relaxed. Slow, steady. I rewet them in her vagina. Now two fingers swirled around inside her, loosening, and then three fingers. She is groaning now, incoherent nonsense. Her hips are tipped up to give me better access and she is craning her neck to watch me. I move up and slide myself into her wetness, and emerge coated in her juices. "You know what I want." She nods.

Once again, I place her legs on my shoulders, but I lean over her, pressing her legs backwards until her thighs are almost touching the mattress. This tipped her whole pelvis up and exposes her fully, her cheeks spread wide. She is so limber. I steady myself on one forearm as I reach down and grasp myself and place my head at the entrance and press firmly against her muscle. I watch her face for any sign of distress. There is only passion and desire and anticipation. She nods her head in acceptance.

I push until my head penetrates her tight ringed muscle. I see her flinch and stop. Then I feel the muscle relax and she nods again. Her hands are still gripping the headboard. I lean down and begin to suckle her nipple as I press slowly into her backside, feeling her muscles relax by degrees. When I am in about half way, I stop and begin to pull out. She grunts, "No, more."
"Dana, I know last time I was able to...but this position, I might not..." She cut me off.
"More. I'll tell you when to stop."
"Dana..."

"Trust me." I put both forearms on the bed, latch onto her nipple and again I let my weight sink down onto her. She seems so tiny, my body completely covers her. I slip into her, grunting for control against the tightness. "God, Dana, I want to make you scream with pleasure."
'You already have."

"Again, I want to take you hard and I want to do it to you again." I want her to totally surrender to me. I'm about three -quarters of the way in now. She gasps, "O.K., move now." I begin slow, careful thrusting, my grunts turn into one continuous groan that comes up from my toes. I hear her pant, "Faster, now."

I pick up my pace, and she begins making sounds of pleasure that cause joy to wash through my body. And then, what in one week I have come to love; she starts to wail and babble. "Ahhh, yeah, Fox, harder now, faster now, of god, so good, you're so hard, oh yeah, keep going, yeah, baby, stretch me wide." I am thrusting hard and steady now. I feel my balls tighten and pull up, almost becoming part of my shaft. The sensations are indescribable. I grab her shoulder with my palms from under her shoulder blades, my palms up for better leverage around the top of her shoulders. Just like before, I'm sinking deeper into to her tiny, tight orifice with every stroke. Her bottom is bouncing lightly on the mattress and springing back up to meet my thrusts and assist in this wild, out of control need to bury myself in her ass.

Then I get the green light from her. "Oh yeah, stretch me wide, Fox, do it again, shove it all in, all of it, come on, bury it, bury it inside my ass, come on, harder, harder, shove all of that huge cock into me. Ahh, yes, just slam it in, keep going, bury that hard rod in my ass, just like before. Take me rough. Fuck me hard, Fox."

What can I do? I fuck her hard. What is it about anal sex that makes both of us go crazy, crude and totally out of control, and crave roughness? I brace my knees on the bed for better power and I slam my hips toward her ass as fast and hard as I can until I am buried inside her again. Her hoarse cries continue and blend with mine until we both explode from the inside out and our bodies blend together into one pulsing mass of pleasure as her ass squeezes my cock, I pump her delicious, tight ass full of my sperm and her screams echo in my ears.

I removed myself from her slowly, letting her legs fall and rolled onto my back taking her with me to relieve her of my weight. Her breath was still erratic.
"Are you, O.K. Love?"
"O.K.? yeah, I'm O.K."
"You sure? I didn't hurt you?"

In answer she tipped her head up off my chest and gently laid her lips sideways on mine and plundered my mouth until we couldn't breathe. We came up for air. "I love you, Fox. The pleasure you give me surpasses every one of my most wild, erotic fantasies. You've ruined me for anyone else."
"Ditto."
"Umm, and I love it when you call me Love, and Baby, or any of those pet names."
"Do you?"
"Umm, hmm."
"Well then, Love, I'll use them more often."
"I love you Fox, with everything I am."
I suppressed a little sob at the emotions flowing through me. This little woman now possessed me completely.
"Dana, Love, I love you too, god, you own my soul."

We kissed tenderly and curled up to sleep.