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Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

Jordan closed the distance, grinning still as Cross successfully made his grab for her, she chuckled at the feel of his arm wrapping around her waist even as Sam, giggling, slipped her small hand into Jordan's. All together, they made their way to the front door where Sam was about to march straight inside the house until Jordan grabbed the braided hair with a grin, "Not yet, missy, you're forgetting something," she said with an arched brow. The look made her daughter giggle but she stomped her feet on the welcome mat before pulling her boots off, Jordan did the same and gave Cross a pointed look, even as she grinned, a wordless suggestion he do the same.

Alice opened the front door and helped Sammy out of her coat as Jordan slipped hers off and tossed it on the coat rack, picking up her boots and setting them on the floor just inisde and to the side of the door, then she stepped in and turned around to watch Cross finish up. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold and exertion, her face and eyes lit up with the grin on her lips as she held a hand out. Meanwhile Sammy was sitting in front of the fire with a mug of hot chocolate her Grammy gave her and was having mini marshmallows dropped into the hot liquid.

"I think I hear a couple of mugs calling our name," Jordan said to Cross then, "You sure you're ready with being surrounded by women?" she asked him then, still grinning.
 
Cross followed their example and stomped and then took off the boots, noting the large area to the side where the two girls had put their wet boots. He did the same and followed them in. Sam was quick, already with hot chocolate, and he took Jordan's hand. Without thought he twined fingers with hers and smiled at Jordan's comment. "I think so too." He bent down and said then, "Maybe later we can warm a bed, baby." His eyes twinkled as he spoke and he then nodded to her question. "I'm ready, though I only need one."

He squeezed her hand and escorted her to the kitchen, where her mother had made hot chocolate on the stove, the old-fashioned way, and there looked to be plenty. Cross snagged a few of the mini marshmallows and ate them while Jordan got the mugs. Soon they both had hot chocolate.

Cross took his over by the fire as well, sitting in one of the large chairs, and he patted his lap in case Jordan wanted a seat there. He fully understood if she didn't though. He wasn't sure how comfortable she was with small public displays, especially in front of her mother. Still, he simply wanted to hold her.
 
After pouring the mugs with the hot chocolate, Jordan followed Cross to the front room, her mother had taken Sammy's hair down and was brushing the little girl's hair. Alice looked up at her own daughter with an amused smile on her face as she looked between Cross and Jordan, the look was practically challenging Jordan to sit on the man's lap. Jordan couldn't help but roll her eyes at her mother and did what she was planning on doing anyways. She settled herself across Cross's lap. She gently lowered herself so she wouldn't spill the hot liquid from either of their mugs as she made herself comfortable, and grinned as Sammy made an expression of mock-disgust, only then ruined by the fit of giggles. It seemed as though Cross had been accepted. So quickly and so completely it nearly threw Jordan off balance. That isn't to say she wasn't happy with it, she was. Very much so in fact. She just hadn't expected this type of reaction from her mother, and her daughter.

Jordan took a small sip of her hot chocolate before she rested her head against his shoulder. Her left arm was draped over the back of her shoulders and neck, her right held her mug, and she was simply content in holding and being held by Cross while listening to Sam hum softly to the tune of "Jingle Bells".
 
As Jordan took her seat on his lap, what he felt was her rightful place, Cross spared a soft smile for her as well as her mother and daughter. It was as she placed that arm about his shoulders and rested her head against hm that he tilted his head forward and simply kissed her softly on the mouth. He did not let the kiss linger too long, lest it draw undue attention, but the sentiment behind it was there. Jordan was, in fact, giving him all the things he so desperately desired - she was a beautiful woman and it seemed they both sorely desired the other. She also had a wonderful daughter, from what he had seen, and her mom seemed pretty nice as well. Cross simply didn't see any downside to this situation.

He set his own hot chocolate on a coaster on the end table, and both of those arms of his wrapped about Jordan. It was like a cocoon; safe and warm and offering nothing but love and strength. He wanted nothing more than to have Jordan be his butterfly. He could see it, what she truly was; a beautiful woman who had her life completely wrapped in her work because of a douchebag ex-husband.

Cross wanted to change all of that.

He wanted her to spread her wings and and live life to the fullest. If he could help facilitate that then he knew he was doing the right thing.

The sound of a motor outside drew his attention. It wasn't overly loud, simply noticeable, but after a second, before he could really react, he could hear the engine rev and the vehicle take off. He frowned and looked at Jordan. "Do you usually have things like that here?" he asked, figuring that they didn't, but maybe somebody had a teenager in one of the surrounding houses.
 
The sound of the motor didn't turn on alarms immediately for Jordan, it wasn't until it revved up and took off that she sat up straighter in Cross's lap. Green eyes narrowed slightly and finally, after a few moments, his question sank into her head and she shook her head slowly, "Not usually," she said very quietly, then she leaned over a bit and set her mug on the coffee table and moved, regrettably, from his lap. On any other day, she wouldn't have become the slightest bit suspicious. With everything going on in this case though, she wasn't going to leave anything up to randomness right now.

She stood at the window, peering out to the end of the driveway. "Is something wrong, mommy?" Samantha asked her. Jordan looked over and gave her a reassuring smile, "Nothing is wrong sweety, why don't you go get a book and read it for Grammy?" Sammy looked a little uncertain, but did as she was told in the end. Jordan looked at her little girl for a long moment, before turning her gaze back outside, wondering if anything else was going to happen. One day off, she thought to herself, Is it hard to get just one day off?
 
Cross moved after Jordan, his lap suddenly cold and empty. That was the way it was with her he realized. When she was gone things just weren't as... warm. Without life. So the fact she was concerned and had moved away from him fueled his own concerns about what might be going on. Coming up behind her as Sam left the room, and Jordan's mother did as well, Cross looked out onto the street.

His hands came to rest on her shoulders, squeezing softly. "Relax. It's almost Christmas. You're with your family, and I'm here too." With those words he stepped into her so that his chest was pressed to her from behind and his arms slipped a bit lower and he pulled her to him. "Relax baby." he whispered to her as he bent down, pressing his lips to her shoulder briefly. He really didn't know what else to do. They were both on edge, and he simply wanted to comfort her as best he could.
 
She was on high alert, but she didn't try to shrug him off when he came up behind her. How could she, when she needed him, wanted him with every fibre of her being? Still though, with his reassurances, and telling her to relax, feeling the warmth from his body, the safety he offered, the passion he promised, she couldn't relax, not completely. Her gut was telling her something was wrong, something was going to happen. But what? It wasn't often she got that feeling, but when it did, it drove her crazy, and she was right only half the time. Chances were, she was being overly paranoid. She'd been overworking herself for weeks now, and it had only been a couple of days since Cross started to decompress her somewhat. Only so much she can relax while on a case though.

Jordan closed her eyes and leaned into him, resting her arms over his, and took in a slow deep breath and slowly let it out. He was right, it's almost Christmas, she was home with her daughter and mother, and she had Cross who was the biggest surprise in her life at that moment. He was awakening desires and a passion in her that she thought had either never existed or died. She was realizing he also gave her a sense of security, one she hadn't had in a very long time. Slowly, eyes still closed, she turned in his arms and wrapped her own around his middle, resting the side of her face against his big chest. Suddenly finding herself relaxing into him finally.

In away, it was lilke opening up more to him, letting herself become vulnerable.
 
It was only as Jordan turned and he felt her relax, her body leaning into him, that Cross also allowed himself to relax. His arms wrapped about her form and he canted his head to rest his cheek on top of her head as his fingers traced nonsensical patterns on the small of her back. Through the fabric he was sure it didn't have the same effect, but he merely wished to calm her, not turn her on. At least not until after nightfall.

Looking at the clock he noted it might be time for lunch soon, and he said, "Let's go get our hot chocolate and see what's in the kitchen to eat, sexy. All that romping around outside has built up an appetite for me."

He took her hand, twining his fingers with hers, and went to get his hot chocolate. By now it had cooled and he drank it slow, savoring that smooth and warm chocolate as it warmed him. "Any ideas for lunch babe? I'll cook you something. Your mom and Sam too of course."
 
Baby. Sexy. She couldn't believe how those little nicknames unhinged her in the most pleasant of ways, but it did, especially with the way he said them, and while she wasn't used to them yet, she didn't want it to stop either. She just grinned as his large hand engulfed her much smaller one, "I would hope you were including them in that," she said to him lightly. She'd known already without him adding her daughter and mom that they were included for the lunch, she was just teasing him a little for feeling the need to do so.

She thought of his offer, what to cook for lunch, "We usually just have sandwiches or salads," she said with a little shrug. She'd grabbed her mug as well when they passed by the coffee table and now she was leaning against a counter, sipped her drink and simply tilted her head up so she could look at Cross, "If you want a real opinion, I'd suggest you ask the second hungriest person in this house," she said then with a small smile, "The kid."
 
Cross had to chuckle. "I suppose I can do that." And so he was off in the search for Sam, finding her and her grandmother not far, and just in the den area of the house. They kept a small library there of all kinds of books, a special section set aside for Sam. Cross smiled as he entered the room and then crouched down so he wasn't quite as imposing. That wasn't the message he was wanting to project at all.

"Alright little gem, your mama told me to ask you what you'd like to eat for lunch. I'm gonna try my hand at making everything this time around, and I wanna know what your favorites are." His eyes settled on the child, soft and warm, traveling to Jordan's mother then back to Sam as he waited to see what she would say.
 
Sam grinned brightly at "Little Gem". Daddy never called her anything other than Samantha, but had heard her friends' dads at school call them pumpkin or angel or little monster. Often enough to know her relationship with her father was different from her friends. Her mommy called her those things, though. Even with Cross crouched down, Sammy still had to look up to see his face, and after getting an encouraging look from her Grammy, she looked back at him and nodded, "Okay, but can I help?" she asked him eagerly.

Jordan was smiling, feeling her insides twist a little as it hit her again that her ex-husband wasn't very involved with their daughter, but then melt as she saw the interaction between her daughter, and her... boyfriend. That seemed a little odd to think of. She'd considered herself single long before the divorce, and hadn't even bothered trying to date that the concept was alien to her, yet, it was welcoming. It was a concept she was more than willing to get used to. Though she didn't think she could think of Cross as her "boyfriend" for the simple fact that he was all, very much, man. There was nothing boyish about him other than the way he showed how he could be playful.
 
At the question of whether she could help him Cross grinned and held out his hand. "Of course you can sweetheart. You're always welcome to help. C'mon." He wiggled his fingers as he stood and waited for her to take his hand before giving her a wink and turning toward the kitchen, making a show of sticking out his tongue at Jordan as they passed.

Once back in the kitchen Cross let go of her hand and made a broad gesture. "Tell me what you want to eat, little gem, and we'll get it done. Your wish is my command." He looked at her with bright eyes full of kindness and genuine affection. He could see Jordan in the girl and found it endearing.
 
Sammy slipped her hand in Cross's and giggled at him sticking his tongue out at her mommy. Jordan grinned and made a childish face while she stuck her tongue back out at him. Sammy was, bottom line, starving for a father figure. Her own father never around enough. The little girl stayed near Cross' leg, looking up at him thoughtfully.

"Mac and cheese!" she said gleefully. Jordan had seated herself at the dining table by now, watching the scene unfolding in the kitchen with a smile. She felt warm, happy, and safe. More and more that she was around Cross, she felt safer and safer. Among other things. The way he interacted with her daughter was so wonderful to her, she couldn't help but want him, need him, more than she had already.
 
Cross had to grin at her proclaimed choice of food. "Oh yeah? Mac and cheese is great! How about a sandwich to go with it too, little gem? I think we have a plan." He gave her a wink and then looked at Jordan with a smile.

Cross then had Sam show him where everything was. This was a new kitchen and he sort of felt like he'd be snooping, even with Jordan and her mom right there. Soon they had a small pot for the stovetop and the mac and cheese and were boiling water. Cross then looked in the fridge and found some nice ham bought from the deli down the street and some fresh rye bread as well. He also grabbed a few condiment type items and as the water was brought to a boil he warned Sam, "Now, you stay away from the stove for the moment, little gem. Don't want you to get burned. Here, start putting the sandwiches together sweetheart and I'll get the other well on its way."

He wasn't sure what they let Sammy do in the kitchen, but he'd feel horrible if the little girl got burned. So he soon had the mac and cheese about done, and looked over to see how Sammy fared on the sandwiches. She had obviously watched her mom and grandmother before, and folded each piece of ham neatly on the bread. "Great job!" he said to her with a nod of approval.
 
Sammy nodded at the sandwich, "Okay!" she said with the enthusiasm that only a child could really convey, causing her mother, and grandmother to smile. Alice, by this time joined Jordan at the table, sitting across from her daughter. Jordan was only vaguely familiar with the kitchen herself, her diet often consisted of leftovers that her mother had put away for her, and take out. She didn't get many chances to eat at home with her daughter and mother, this was one of those rare chances. With that in mind, it was Alice thatdirected Cross in the kitchen of where everything he needed was. That also wasn't to say Jordan didn't know how to cook, she just didn't have the time, especially when she was on a case as gruesome and complex as the Ceremonial Killer.

She shook that thought out of her head. She was with family and she wasn't about to let the fanatical serial killer ruin the holidays. So she brought herself back to the present and watched Sammy make ham and cheese sandwiches. Methodically spreading mayonnaise on the one side of each slice of whole wheat bread, then set the cheddar cheese slices on, then the fold the ham neatly over and placing those slices just so. It always threw Jordan for a loop when she saw how big her daughter was. She always thought of her baby girl as the newborn infant or just learning to walk toddler. Now, her little girl was looking more and more grown up each day and she couldn't get over it. It always sent a wave of emotional and mental shock through her.

Sammy was quite proud of herself with the sandwiches as she put the lettuce and tomatoe on and topping it with the second slice of bread with all four sandwiches, "Done!" She exclaimed with a big grin as she looked up and up at Cross.
 
Cross watched her form the corner of his eyes and smiled at Jordan as the little girl proclaimed she was done. "Me too!" he exclaimed and sure enough, the mac and cheese was done. Getting a nice hotplate to set on the table he moved the mac and cheese there and then handed the platter of sandwiches to Sammy. "Alright little gem, you go put these on the table and I'll see what everyone wants to drink. Do you know what you want?" He smiled and let his large hand touch ever so briefly on her shoulder. He didn't want to push the child too far too fast, though it was obvious she was in sore need of a man to be her father figure. Cross only hoped that he and Jordan would work because it was quickly becoming apparent that there would be three heartbroken people if they broke up.

Cross got the drink orders from Jordan and then Alice as well, and brought everything to the table. "I get to sit by the sweetest girl in the house!" he proclaimed and promptly sat between Jordan and Sammy - leaving it entirely up to them to decide whom he was referring to. With a grin he let Sammy serve the mac and cheese and everyone got a sandwich. Soon they were all eating and talking and sharing a few laughs.

It was after the meal that Cross felt a pull, and like so many father in so many households across the nation (and maybe due to the cold weather outside as well), Cross soon followed Sammy to the living room where she quietly played and he found himself drifting off into a nap upon the couch.
 
Jordan laughed softly, her grin bright, her green eyes twinkling with the mirth she felt, as he sat down between her and Sammy. She looked over at him with a slightly arched eyebrow, "I'm going to assume you mean, Samantha, no way could I possibly be sweeter than her," she commented as she leaned over and looked at her daughter to wink at the little girl. Then she started to eat her lunch.

Afterward, as Cross went to the living room and ended up napping on the couch, with Sammy in that same room and playing quietly. Jordan and Alice started cleaning as they talked. Mostly, it was Alice interrogating her own daughter about Cross. How did it start, when did it start? Jordan answered the questions, leaving the steamy details out.

"There's just something about him, mom," she said softly, so only the mother could hear the daughter, "I can honestly say I don't remember the last time a man wanted me as much as he seems to, yes, its physical, but its not just the physicality of it. There's the mentality of it all as well, and turned emotional big time," she continued on, then she shrugged as she dried off a plate and set it in the cupboard, "Its hard to explain, but trust me when I say it does go both ways. Our first meeting didn't go very well, after all, you know how abrupt and almost robotic I can seem when I'm on a case," her mother nodded this in affirmation, "we argued, I probably insulted him somehow and vice versa," she continued on with an amused smile and a small shrug as they finished up.

"Well, I trust your judgement, I just wanted to be sure this is real, that you didn't suddenly lose your mind," Alice said with a grin. The grin looked very much like Jordan's own, just not as full of mischief as Jordan's could be.

Speaking of that grin, it was on Jordan's lips right at that moment, "Mom, you know better, I've never had a mind to lose in the first place," she retorted back and laughed as Alice simply rolled her own eyes at her daughter. Then Jordan gave her mother a quick hug and walked out of the kitchen to check on her daughter, and Cross.

Only to find that Sam had spread a blanket over Cross, she just finished putting the ends around his broad shoulders, Jordan couldn't help but smile at that scene. She stayed just around the corner of the dining room. Gesturing for her mother to join her to watch the scene. "Shame her own father can't give her the time of day, I think that idiot has just lost her for good to Cross here," Alice commented as they watched Sammy for a few minutes, noting how the little girl periodically checked on Cross.
 
It was only a couple of hours, but by the time Cross awoke his bladder was screaming for relief and his left arm was nearly numb. He had been covered with a blanket and as he grumbled and opened his eyes the first thing he saw was Sammy, playing quietly on the floor. With a groan he sat up, rubbing his eyes and drawing her attention on accident. She beamed and said, "About time sleepy-head!" He just chuckled, voice even lower and with that hoarse edge after a slumber.

"Mhmm." he agreed and shook his arm, which now felt like pins and needles. "Did you give me the blanket?" he asked, simply curious.

Sammy suddenly seemed worried that perhaps she had met with disapproval, and seemed unsure about answering before saying. "Yes."

Cross just smiled. "Thank you, little gem. That was very nice."

With just that small bit of praise Sammy beamed and giggled and then threw those small arms about Cross' neck. With a whuff of surprise the large Agent wrapped his good right arm about her tiny form and gave a quick squeeze. He felt something - warm and pleasant - and wondered briefly if this was what being a father felt like. It momentarily made him think of Nancy again, and he winced, but was all smiles as Sammy stepped back, though her small hand still rested on his.

"I have to go to the bathroom honey, but I'll be right back, ok?" he said, and stood. She nodded and smiled, and seemed no longer as intimidated by his size.

Wandering from the room he glanced back over his shoulder to see Sammy folding up the blanket with a thoughtful look. Going down the hall he waved to Jordan and her mother, who just sat in the next room, watching tv. Finding the bathroom he relieved himself, washed his hands, and headed back out. He stopped by the small archway to the television room.

"So what's the plan for today, my pretties?" he asked, grinning. His eyes though, never really strayed from Jordan and it was easy to his desire for her there.
 
Alice gave Cross a similar arched, yet playful look that Jordan often delivered him already. Jordan was actually giving him that same look, but with a grin, "We're doing the plan," she said as she held her arms out and gestured around the room, "Whatever you want, within reason, in our case, watching TV," she added on. She felt, and delighted in that shiver running down her spine and now back up at the way he was looking at her. It astounded her, and she wasn't sure if, or when she'll get used to seeing that look directed at her.

"Unless you had something else in mind?" She asked him then.
 
Cross smiled as they spoke of their 'plans', though that smile turned decidedly more... hungry... at Jordan's question. "Actually, sweetheart, could I speak to you for a moment? Privately?" His eyes radiated heat - a heat that Jordan knew well, and the way he looked at her spoke to just what sort of 'talk' he wished to have.

"Please?" he asked then, almost plaintive. His eyes shot to Alice, and there was no mistaking that look either.
 
Alice gave an amused look, though one could tell she didn't want to know the details. With that in mind, she stood, and started out the room, "You know, I just remembered something I needed to pick up from the store," she said to them, grinning wickedly at Jordan's light blush, after all, a child didn't want her parent to know about their sex life, no matter the lack, or in Jordan's case, the intensity of it, "and I'm sure Sam will like to join me," she finished with her broad grin as she patted Cross on the forearm lightly, yet firmly. The gesture meant to convey an appreciation that he was there for her daughter now, but also a warning to not hurt her daughter, though she didn't think he'd need the warning. Alice had the gut feeling he would do whatever he could to make sure Jordan wasn't hurt. She left the room, leaving the two agents alone, and after telling Samantha that they were shopping for a few select food items for mommy and Cross, the little girl was quickly geared up to go out to town with her grandmother.

Jordan stood from her seat, her own look suddenly heated. It was from his heated gaze alone that was already stirring the embers into a fire and she knew that soon, that fire would end up consuming her, and probably him, in the middle of their passion. She didn't move yet though, she simply stood there beside the chair she had been sitting in, she wanted to go jump into his arms right now, but she was having a little trouble getting her feet and legs to move. She supposed it had something to do with the fact she couldn't think at that moment, her breathing was feeling heavy, along with everything else and then suddenly, her mind just went blank as she quickly crossed the room and just as quickly set her hands on his shoulders as she vaguely noticed him slightly bent down to meet her, and jump into his arms, her lips immediately planted on his in a hot kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist and hips.
 
Cross had barely heard the front door shut, his entire focus on Jordan, when she was in his arms. Lips crashed together, and heated wanton moans escaped him as strong arms wrapped about her, hands unabashedly slipping over her hips to grope and caress her ass. Supporting her and pulling her close at the same time.

Even through their clothes she could feel the rising heat from his cock as his arousal loomed, growing and building. Her own sex was warm, and it only served to fire his desire all the more. With hardly any effort he carried her to the couch, just a few feet away. He practically fell upon it, bearing her down with him, hips in a slow undulation as he ground his cock into her. A slow dry hump that only served to tease and tantalize them both.

Hands fumbled with clothing, desperate and rough, and soon Jordan's perfect breasts bounced free of her sweater as he managed to jerk it off over her head, her bra soon following and baring those soft mounds to his attention. With almost a whimper his head dove, lips tracing hungry kisses between her breasts, that soft silken flesh caressing his cheeks until he could bear it no longer and turned his head, mouth wet and warm and engulfing one pink nipple as he sucks, hard, the barest scrape of teeth over those nerves.

Large rough hands pushed up those tits for easier access and his mouth moved between those lovely globes, weighty in his hands and completely feminine, despite the tough exterior that Jordan tried to exude. "Sexy... bitch..." he managed to gasp out as he kneaded and caressed her breasts, fingers and thumb working whichever nipple was not currently residing in his mouth. Not once did that slow undulation of hips cease.
 
Her arms wrapped around him as he carried her, the palms of her hands pressing to the back of his head as they continued that heated kiss, her breathing coming out in pants, soft moans escaping with those pants to vibrate against his lips, into his mouth. She had no clue when her sweater and bra came off, but she sure as hell was glad they did. Feeling his large hands on them, then his mouth, tongue and teeth, all the while feeling him grind himself against her, her own hips moving up to meet his, already wanting to feel the stripped heat of his cock either on her clit, as he's doing now, or inside of her. Her moans were slowly beoming more loud as he worked that pair of magical lips on her nipples, one then the other and back, his fingers making sure to not leave the other out from the pleasurable onslaught. All the while she was sliding her hands down his torso and to bring his sweater and wifebeater tank up, she didn't try to pull them up over his head, she definitely didn't want him to stop the attention on her breasts and nipples. The second she felt his skin on hers though, she moaned louder than she had been already.
 
Despite her want, the attention to her breasts did ceases momentarily as Cross sat up, stripping those garments from his body, revealing the hard planes of his chest and that dark ink over the left side. He was back then, body pressed to hers, quenching that skin hunger even as it brought about a veritable starvation. He wanted more. His mouth worked feverishly over her skin, dragging kisses now, down her torso and her flat belly, large calloused hands grasping and groping, pinching and tugging those sensitive nipples as his mouth drove ever lower.

Soon he was at the clasp to her pants and with a growl of frustration for the impedance, he brought his hands down and soon had them undone, hands tugging insistently at her waistband until she lifted her hips and he peeled her clothes from her body. Those silk panties revealed, the wet spot at the apex of her thighs, and Cross was as a man possessed. Those same fingers hooked that fabric as well, jerking her panties down and revealing her bare pink sex, already slightly swollen and a hint of moisture glistening between those fleshy lips, hiding her most intimate folds.

For now.

Cross had no choice but to stand then, stripping those borrowed sweatpants down, that thick cock only contained by the boxer briefs he wore. Then those came down as well, member bobbing free, the head already wet with pre as he kicked them off, that lengthening member enticing her all the more.

With a swift motion, and hunger in his eyes Cross grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the couch, kissing her deeply, passionately, even as that hot rod of flesh that hung between his legs pressed to her belly, just above her aching cunt.
 
Jordan was driven by passion now as he pulled her up from the couch, returning the deep, passionate kiss, another moan escaping her throat and mouth. Her right hand trailed slowly down his chest, stomach, to his hip, then his cock. Fingertips slowly and gently trailed from base to tip before she wrapped her hand around it and started stroking. After a few more moments of kissing him, she gently broke it and started trailing her lips, and gently nips down his torso, sinking slowly down to her knees as she traveled farther down his body. Her lips lingered at his hips for a few moments before she trailed soft lips and the tip of her tongue down and around his shaft as she moved her hand to his sac, gently fondling him. Once she got to the tip, she licked all around it, cleaning it of the pre before she finally, wrapped her lips around him and started to slowly take him into her mouth. Inch by inch, sucking on him as she would move back to the tip before taking all of him in, only to go a little further. Until finally, she had him in her throat, swallowing him, squeezing her throat around his cock and it wasn't until she had to get air into her lungs again that she would slide him out, just enough for her to breathe again, only to start the whole thing over, green eyes looking up at his face, watching his reaction, his expressions.
 
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