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Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

She released his bottom lip and laid back, her hand continuing to stroke him, slowly, gently from base to tip and back, at some point, the tips of her fingers touch smooth balls, she was a bit startled on that, but pleased. She gasped out a moan at the feel of his fingers parting her lower lips, her back arching some off the bed when he started teasing her clit. Her free hand, she used to grip his shoulder, as though holding on for dear life. Holding something solid in the middle of a storm.
 
Her fingertips teased his sac momentarily and Cross smiled as she moaned into his mouth as they kissed. Gods he had to taste her. Cross was no longer slow or as gentle as he had been, and he slid eagerly down her body, mouth pausing momentarily to suck on each perky nipple roughly, tongue flicking those buds before he moved on, leaving those taut nipples slightly wet, letting the air of the room hit them as he abandoned them.

Moving lower still he placed small kisses along her belly and finally reached the top of the waistband of her panties. Cross was impatient now and his hands moved to that garment, on one side where a seam was present, and muscles corded as he pulled in a sharp motion, the sound of ripping fabric loud in the room. The sudden sharp movement jolted Jordan's body, her breasts bouncing and jiggling enticingly as he literally ripped her panties off of her body.

Those strong hands lifted her legs, hands behind her knees. Cross' large form dwarfed Jordan's and he easily lifted her ass from the bed as he nearly folded her in half, legs bent deep, knees almost by her head and thighs spread. Her bare sex was bared to him and for the first time he saw his prize. Soft pink lips glistened softly with moisture, delicate petals of her sex pouting out from between her outer lips ever so slightly.

With what could only be described as a hungry growl, Cross buried his face into her crotch, tongue not tentative in the least as he drove it between her lips and deep into her slit, lapping at her pussy like a man starving for such. And he was.
 
She had no choice but to let go of that wonderful cock as he moved down out of her reach and attacked her breasts and nipples, moans escaping her lips and a whimper of protest as he left them all too soon.

He did startle her a bit when he literally ripped her panties off. Had she ever had that happen before? She couldn't help but grin at that thought, a soft chuckle even escaped her lips as the thought pleased her thoroughly, and even turned her on that much more, knowing he actually wanted her that much, or even at all.

Startled again, but the moment certainly not ruined, he manhandled her, nearly folding her in half and exposing her sex to him, thankfully, she was in advanced yoga, part of her fitness regime. She had little time to think of that however as the next thing she knew, she heard that growl and the assault on her began.

Gasped moans and soft cries of pleasure sounded from her as she let her eyes closed, and her hands balled up into little fists in the bedcovers under her.
 
Cross drove his tongue into her, over and over, prodding as deeply into her snatch as he could, tongue-fucking her with abandon. Her moans and cries of pleasure fueled his want and he could feel the precum oozing from the slit in the tip of his cock now. Moaning into her pussy he sucked softly on her clit as he shifted a bit, letting his shoulders press her legs back as he freed his hands, only to have them grab her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly.

Then he simply stopped. Completely. Abandoning her breasts and her pussy both as he lifted his head and looked at her, chin wet with her lust. "More." he says simply, and arms corded with muscle wrap about her and lift her easily. Cross throws himself onto his back and kisses Jordan roughly before he flips her around, slapping her ass sharply as he does so. He's forced her into a position where her pussy is just over his face, and he shoves her over so she is then forced to catch herself on the mattress or his legs, her body bent at the waist and his thick rigid member laying up along his lower belly. The head glistens softly with precum, and his hips twitch expectantly. Only a single word is uttered.

"Suck." he commands, and without waiting to see if Jordan complies he traps her there, with her legs straddling his face. Arms wrap about her thighs and his hands spread her sex wide from behind just before he pulls her down to his mouth, tongue swirling around her tight puckered rear entrance before delving once more into her soaked folds.
 
She shuddered as he attacked her with his tongue, and she was loving every second of it. Then it all stopped and she was flipped over and straddling his face, a slender brow arched at his command, but then he was licking her again. She went on and returned the favor, quickly taking his think, long cock into her mouth, taking him in until she felt him in her throat. She did this quickly, over and over and over again. Moans escaping when she was able to breathe.

After a few minutes though, she ended up wanting more. She wanted more NOW. She wiggled her way out of his arms and turned herself around as she straddled his hips, letting the swollen head of his shaft rub against her very sensitive clit, she pressed her head on his chest as she shuddered with that pleasured sensation, just before she lifted her hips and once she felt the tip of him against her soaking entrance, she wasted no time in impaling herself on him. Sliding him in all the way, she grasped the sides of his torso and gripped as she cried out in bliss, not moving as she felt her inner walls stretch around him.
 
Cross and Jordan jockeyed for just who was in control, Cross one-up as he flipped her about and she obeyed his request, grunting in pleasure as she deepthroated his shaft, her throat constricting around him as she wasted no time. ~What a talent!~ he thought, as she did this with relative ease, and he thanked his luck. He kept up his lavish attention between her thighs and thought of holding her in place as she wriggled free.

Then she turned and layed down upon him, one of the sexiest things he had ever felt, her tresses soft on his chest as she then lifted her hips and drove downward, and his back arched and he hissed in pleasure as he pierced into her, her tight pussy stretching around him and grasping at him. Her cry of pleasure was echoed by one of his own and he felt his cock throb inside of her, and he knew that it would not take much for him to release - it had simply been too long.

"Oh yes Jordan..." he intoned, voice low and husky in his desire, and he lifted her face with his fingers, wanting to look at her. His tone had changed now and he said softly, "Make love to me." he wanted, no needed her to take things slow. Their want and desire was evident, to be sure, but Cross, deep down... wanted this to be more than a simple animalistic fuck.
 
She was already at the cusp of her own climax, amazingly enough, she shuddered over him and sat up as she laced her fingers with his and started lifting and rocking her hips. Sliding him in and out and rocking him deeply inside of her, her back arching as she writhed over him, slowly, but repeatedly. She moaned, groaned, her fingers tightening between his own, nails were starting to dig into the tops of his hands, and it really didn't take her long before she was throwing her head back as she screamed out her pleasure. She let his hands go and settled them on his chest as she leaned down, her hips still rocking, slowly as she continued to slide him in and out and rock him inside of her, "Fuck, yes," she moaned out. She couldn't believe she was still rocking over him slowly and still managed to go off like a rocket.
 
"Christ you are so tight." Cross moaned out as Jordan lowered herself onto him again and again, her tight sex gripping at him and squeezing relentlessly. By now his hands had moved to her breasts as she sat up, her small frame riding him, and he glanced down to see her tight pussy stretched around his cock. He was well-endowed, though not overly so. He was no freak. And he had no doubt that part of the reason she was so terribly tight and filled so completely was her size. Five foot two versus his six foot five. He was rather proud of the fact that he split and stretched her so nicely.

His hands were gentle on her breasts as she rocked over him, and the pads of his thumbs rubbed and flicked over her nipples and soon her cry of pleasure was unmistakable and she threw her head back. He felt those familiar contractions around his member and normally he might be embarrassed to be so close to his peak so soon. Yet it had been so long since he'd felt such sensations along his length, and he grunted in pleasure as her hands settled on his chest and she leaned down. He eagerly pulled her the rest of the way down, letting her head rest close to his own as he whispered hoarsely, "I'm going to cum Jordan."

She got little more warning than that before Cross shuddered and trembled beneath her, grasping her close and tilting his head down to hers, kissing her mouth roughly as his cock throbbed wildly, then pulsed... a wash of warm cum splashing over her inner walls once... then again... then yet again... Cross trembling as his own seed oozed out of her tight channel and over his shaft. He'd filled her completely, and their coupling had not been rough enough to penetrate her womb, thus a lot of it had nowhere to go. Not that he minded. It had been far too long, and his balls twitched as his length pumped his seed into her, added slickness making her rocking hips move all the more easily over him.

Finally his climax ebbed and he stilled beneath her, though the sheer desire he had for her now left his cock mostly hard. he softened slightly, but not enough to slip from her, nor enough where penetration would be impossible. He clung to her as he caught his breath. "Fuck Jordan, that was great!" he said, voice hoarse but elated. His lips found hers once more and this kiss was soft and gentle, bordering on loving and affectionate.
 
Pulled down, she moaned in his ear, her hands sliding under his neck, her hips still moving slowly over his, and shivered gently at his words, she was still riding her own. She continued moving along his length until she felt him release, at which point, she pressed her hips down to his, burying him deep inside of her and just rocking her hips, moving him inside of her. Returning the furious kiss with one of her own.

She simply lay over him as they both floated down from their respected orgasms, her panting as she relaxed into him more than she could remember doing in who knew how long? She couldn't help but smile at that, her heart melting as she felt his lips on hers once more, only it was soft, gentle, kind, affectionate, yet she still felt the desire in that kiss, as well as inside of her, which was certainly keeping her in a state of arousal as she slowly returned the kiss to him again, smiling again at his words, to the point she laughed as she broke the kiss gently and rested her forehead against his shoulder.

She nodded, "I wholeheartedly agree, Cross," she told him softly, her mind reeling over what had just transpired.
 
Cross wrapped his arms about Jordan and held her close. Simply held her. The closeness, the intimacy. That was truly what he craved, and again he clung to her. Her forehead pressed to his shoulder Cross turned his head and nuzzled her neck with his nose. Small kisses soon followed, and his hands moved along her back, then to her firm rounded bottom. He encouraged her to continue rocking upon him, and his hands caressed up along her sides and her arms, then down along her back to her rump again.

In this way he simply showered her with affection, something he was sure she had not experienced in some time, and which he had not been able to impart. It made him happy to do so, to build a connection like this. He hoped that Jordan was happy as well.

"You're wonderful Jordan." he said softly into her skin, his teeth scraping along her neck before he clamped down hard. It wasn't enough to penetrate the skin, but surely enough to leave two half-moon marks upon her flawless flesh for a day or two. However, it would be easily covered by the normal dress shirt she wore. Cross slowly released the bite and then licked her skin, the slight roughness of his tongue soothing in a small way. The smallest of moans left him.
 
She shivered as he nuzzled her neck, along with the soft press of his lips there., she smiled as she nuzzled back and continued moving over him slowly. Too long, it'd been way too long since she'd had this much desire shown for her, since she'd been allowed to act on her own desire. Slowly her hands roamed up and down his arms as she pressed her own lips to his shoulders.

Gently, she nipped his shoulders as he said the words, She winced sharply at the feel of him biting down on her, and grunted in the pain as she grew still, once he released his teeth from her she sighed out a soft moan, then grinning, she returned the favor, biting down on his shoulder, as hard as he'd bit her neck.
 
Cross loved the way she moved upon him, and groaned as her teeth marked him, his eyes dark and a smile on his lips. "That was nice." he said, voice deep and husky. Jordan's slow movement of her hips still had her upon him and within her he felt himself starting to react. That first orgasm had come quickly, and this was the first he'd been with a woman in years. Yet now it was if his body had been reminded of what it was like to make love, to fuck, again.

Even those slight and slow movements she was making had him aching and tingling, his shaft, and especially the head of his cock, still so very sensitive. He grunts softly, hands moving to Jordan's hips, and fingers digging slightly to the soft flesh there. "Slow." he said simply, knowing that his arousal was coming back, but it could also die should she move too quickly. This, of course, was assuming that Jordan wanted to go another round.

Cross certainly did. At the moment he felt insatiable, and her soft body pressed to his had him wanting her all the more. He felt he could simply sit and look at her naked form for hours.
 
She nodded gently, her forehead still on his shoulder as she continued to move her hips over again and again, slowly. She placed a hand on each side of his head and lifted herself from his chest. Her slow movements were causing her breasts to sway gently, until they were pressed on his chest again, along with her lips on his.

She could obviously feel him hardening inside of her again, and the fact she didn't stop, would hopefully tell him she was certainly more than willing for another round.
 
Cross felt her breasts swaying softly over his chest, her nipples taut and rubbing gently over his skin. That sensation, as well as her lust-soaked pussy, had his arousal coming back. But it was the kiss that sealed the deal. As her soft feminine lips pressed to his, those large hands roamed over her back, her slender form and that kiss bringing him to a nearly full hardness and thickness within her, and her slowly undulating hips doing the rest.

"Jordan..." he spoke softly in her ear, his voice once more full of want and desire. For her. It could not be mistaken, and even if one could write off what had happened a few moments ago as a fluke - this time was certainly no such thing.

The bite on his shoulder stung softly, and Cross smiled to himself. She'd forced him, sort of, to accept her last time, impaling herself on him before he had a chance to object. Not that he would have. He'd wanted her. He still did.

His own way.

He'd let her have her fun, and his of course, but now...

Cross pulled her off of him, slipping out of her and feeling the coolness of the air in the room on his soaked cock. He picked her up, easily, and sat up, kissing her roughly. He moved off the bed, still kissing her, and then set her on her feet by the bed. He stood, facing her, lifting her in his arms and kissing her as his effluence dripped down her thighs, and their combined juices coated his cock.

Then, without a word, he turned her around and bent her over the bed. One hand strong on the back of her neck, and the other pulling her hips back to him. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, his thick cock pressed at her soaked slit and he pressed into her again, and where he'd left her empty a moment before, he filled her completely now.

With a growl he kept her bent over and his hips started to move. He was soon pounding into her, wet sounds from her cunt, his hips slapping her ass and making her body jolt with each thrust, even as her breasts swung free, nipples rubbing on the duvet on the bed.
 
She moaned at the feel of his hands roaming over her back and feeling him grow inside of her. The sound of her name on his lips, the tone he spoke in had her pressing a hard, almost desperate kiss to his lips.

He pulled out of her and she moaned a protest, her arms going around his shoulders as he picked her up, "Need you back in...," she whispered to him between rough kisses, not noticing the mess from their sex prior.

She didn't mind being turned around and bent over the bed, but then his large hand was on the back of her slender neck, she grasped his forearm behind her with her right hand and was about to start giving him a piece of her mind when she was filled by him again, leaving her gasping out a moan. Her grip tightened around his arm in automatic response to that wonderful feeling.

As he pounded his way into her, feeling her body jolted forward, though held in place by him, closed her eyes, grunted groans or shouts pushed from her each time he rammed his way into her, at some point, she ended up hooking a leg around one of his behind her, her free hand, the one not gripping his forearm, was starting to fist in the bed covers as he took her roughly. Though her reactions certainly said she was loving every bit of it, even if she would most likely be coming up angrier than a hornet's nest and nearly, if not outright, attacking him.
 
Cross immediately recognized as Jordan grabbed his arm when he bent her over, and thus he filled her quickly, a grin on his face. Then, he knew he'd done well as she hooked her leg behind him. Her flexibility was unquestionable, and he knew that, hopefully, he'd be able to explore that most wonderful talent of hers. He'd gotten a glimpse when he'd bent her earlier, licking her. The memory of that had him grinning, and then her soft moans and grunts brought him back.

Cross widened his stance and his hands grabbed Jordan's hips roughly, the one leaving her neck as he hoped desperately for her to look back at him, to meet his eyes as he fucked her. He let her do as she pleased with her arms and legs, but he held her body and simply concentrated on pounding into her as hard and deep as he could.

Grunts of exertion echoed from him and his body was soon covered in a sheen of sweat, and Jordan's slight form bounced bounced off of his each time, his thick cock filling her over and over, and finally, violently, entering her womb.

A groan of masculine pleasure escaped him as he buried himself into her deeply and held his cock there, throbbing in her depths, and against her stretched pink walls. "Fuck me Jordan, you feel wonderful. Tight." Cross said, and let her adjust to this new depth, this new intrusion, before he started to slowly, but powerfully, stroke into her again. Each inward thrust now penetrated her womb, his balls slapping her clit and her ass bouncing off his hips.

He picked up the pace then, soon fucking her hard and fast, depths penetrated that had felt no such thing in a long time. Touching her with the heat and passion and throbbing need that only a man could provide. Cross bent over her then, hips still driving that thick cock into her, as his hands relinquished her hips and instead his arms wrapped about her form, holding her close as his hands found those wonderfully soft breasts. He fondled and caressed with infinite care, only slightly rough, the callouses on his hands rubbing wonderfully on her nipples before fingers tweaked and rolled them gently. His mouth kissed her shoulder and he strained to kiss her lips as he whispered hoarsely, needfully, "You can't get enough of my cock, can you Jordan? Agent Owen. Tell me so."

He'd used both her common name, and her moniker as well. Woman and Agent. He knew just what he was doing. Fucking an FBI Agent... an extremely hot and desirable Agent. That thought, that she might admit to not getting enough of him, despite his own status as an Agent, gave him a thrill.
 
Her other hand left his arm when he pulled his hand way from her neck, and ended up having both hands gripping the covers under her as he continued to ram himself into her, groans and cries of pleasure heard from her. She did look behind herself and at him for a moment, grinning as she saw he was just as thoroughly enjoying this as she was.

The he entered her completely, she tightened around him as she cried out in the quick pain that came along with him breaking through into her womb. She panted as she buried her face in the blankets as he just held there, keeping himself buried deeply, impossibly deep inside of her.

The new sensations were almost too much for her to take, but damn she liked it. It wasn't too long before he had her crying loudly in ecstasy again, especially once he started going at her fast and hard. As she felt him lower over her, his arms coming round her, hands to her breasts, she groaned loudly and gasped out another cry, so close to the edge. Her right hand lifted and raised behind her to grip the back of his neck.

After he'd kissed her shoulder and started for her lips, she turned her head as far back as she could so their lips could meet each other, the kiss ending with a nip to his bottom lip just after he spoke, to which she grinned, "Shut it and just fuck me, Cross," she groaned out, the hand on the back of his neck was practically clawing into him now as she started screaming. She pressed her forehead to the bed, her scream unmuffled as she flew over the edge and shattered under him.
 
Her request to just shut up and fuck her was met with reckless aplomb, and he drove into her as she screamed beneath him, her nails drawing blood from him as she quivered beneath him. His weight finally bore her down, pressing her between the mattress and him, as he drove into her over and over again. He was not as deep now, but was hard and fast as she came, her pussy clenching around him, contracting over and over as her body tried its best to milk him of his spunk.

Yet he'd already taken his ease and he knew that now things would not come so easy for her. No pun intended.

So, as she came beneath him he did not relent. He did not slow. He let her ride that wave of pleasure for as long as she could bear it, the wet sounds of her sex evident. The way her lust dripped along her thighs and coated his shaft and balls - he reveled in it.

Soon her pleasure subsided, her orgasm drew to an end, and Cross pulled back and away, slipping out of her. He stood back a moment and looked at his handiwork. Jordan, sprawled over the edge of the bed, her sex wide open, dripping, swollen and lovely. Legs trembling and barely holding her up. He decided that perhaps it was a time for her to rest a bit.

He moved to her and lifted her gently, lovingly. He'd manhandled her before, but not he was affectionate, almost the movements of a man in love as he cradled her in his arms and turned her about. Again he lifted her easily and he pressed soft kisses to her lips and her shoulders, along her breasts and then her neck, up along her jawline and then back to her lips. The tip of his tongue played along her skin, tasting her sweat.

He then laid her down upon her back, smoothed her hair from her face and looked her in the eyes as he bent and kissed her softly but with much passion. He pulled back slightly and whispered to her, "Are you ready?" his tone was soft as he asked, and the backs of his fingers caressed her face.
 
It took her a long time to regain feeling in her legs as she simply laid there, panting and quivering, soft moans escaping her lips as her body shuddered in the aftermath of her orgasm. Just as she was about to push herself up, Cross lifted her again and turned her around before kissing her. Her arms slowly wrapped around his neck and shoulders, wincing a little at the bit of blood she had drawn from the back of his neck, "Sorry 'bout that...," she murmured to him as he laid her down. Then right eyebrow arched slightly at his question, at which she couldn't help but give him a soft smile, "Depends what it is I'm ready for," she retorted back softly, her hands slowly roaming over his shoulders, chest and arms.
 
Cross had waited for her to calm, his cock throbbing softly against her thigh as he laid there and simply ran his fingers over her face. She was a vision, and she was making him very happy. He planned to do the same for her. He smiled and shook his head as she apologized. "Nothing to apologize for Jordan." hi fingers brushed over where he'd bitten her, the skin vivid and slightly puffy, and a show he'd done no less to her.

He tilted his head to her and kissed her mouth softly as she said that it would depend, and his right hand guided his swollen bulbous head to her swollen sex. Though his shaft was slick, soaked and glistening from her prior lust, he gently rubbed along her slit, parting those outer lips gently and letting her feel the heat from him once more as he ran that gently throbbing head over her soaked folds. Thick drops of precum, still oozed from the tip, and Cross lifted his head to look at her meaningfully. He turned to his side and brought her as well, so that they lay on their sides, facing one another. With gentle care he lifted her top leg and draped it over his hip, exposing her a bit more to him as he continued to gently rub his member along her slit.

His tone was soft as he looked at her, his eyes warm. They twinkled with what he was about to say, since she evidently wasn't one to talk in the bedroom. "I need you Jordan." An echo of earlier sentiments, and it seemed the man wanted to be fucked and loved at the same time. He'd asked for her to make love to him, then fucked her hard. It seemed he wasn't done with her yet.
 
She smiled and closed her eyes as he trailed his fingers over her face, leaning her head into those fingers, almost winced when he touched her on the shoulder over where he'd bitten her earlier, the spot certainly tender, but not painful. She opened her eyes in time to watch him tilt his head and lower it to kiss her softly on her lips, feeling the head of his cock against her still lustful soaked folds. She moaned softly and gently returned the kiss, her hands trailing over his shoulders to the back of his head.

She kept one arm under his neck as he rolled them to their sides, her leg was already moving to drape over his hip when he helped her along with it. She smiled at his words, how long had it been since she'd heard that phrase in that context? She leaned into him as she kissed him again, tilting her hips toward him and sliding him in a little into her, "I need you too, Cross," she replied to him in a whisper between slow, soft kisses.
 
As Jordan shifted and he felt her grasp at his swollen head, that ridge teasing her tight entrance, he shifted as well, slipping a bit more into her and then as her words reached him he kissed her. Soft and affectionate, he kissed her as he rolled his hips. His member still penetrated her, over and over, his pace slow, allowing her to feel every inch as he moved in and out of her, and though this position did not allow penetration nearly as deeply as he had been before, this was much more intimate.

Intimate.

That was the only word one could use to describe this, and Cross soaked in the attention she gave, and lavished his own upon her. He nuzzled and kissed and licked along her neck, small moans of desire and want, and most of all, need. He had certainly fucked her. And well. But this... this was what he craved. His arms pulled her close, until her breasts were smushed against him, and his hands ran along her back, moving to caress and squeeze her backside, then caress her thigh that was draped over him, and then back up over her hip and side. His hand made its way to her face, cupping her cheek tenderly as he continued to kiss her, all the while his hips rolling slowly, languidly, taking his time as he made sure that she was not just well fucked - but well loved. That she was desired. And that she was wanted.

That Jordan Owen was needed.
 
Feeling him move slowly, tenderly. So different from earlier. She moaned as he pulled her closer to him, bodies pressed against one another, lips kissing, tongues sliding along skin, teeth even setting light nips along his shoulder and neck. Moans were sighed out softly as he caressed her, as their hips slowly met and parted.

She didn't realize it, but what was happening at that moment, was something she needed as well. The intimacy, the tenderness, she showers of affection they each gave one another, and lapping the other's affection as though they would die without it.

Years, even before her divorce, she hadn't felt so wanted, desired, and needed, and if she were honest with herself, it'd been ages since she'd wanted, desired and needed someone as she was finding herself doing with Cross.
 
Cross made gentle love to Jordan and his affections ranged all over her body. This simple act proved to be, in some ways, more pleasing to his body than the others previous. His mouth whispered softly in her ear, "Jordan I'm going to cum for you." Other words went unspoken, but yes, certainly for her. Because of her. He made it no secret that she brought him pleasure. Every woman liked to know that, didn't they? That they had that affect on a man? Brought him arousal, desire, and then ultimately pleasure.

Cross, despite his larger frame, buried his face in the crook of her neck, her hair caressing his face. His breathing was quick, ragged, and his movements a bit less fluid as he approached his climax. He clung to her and held her tightly as his body trembled in its need. Soft grunts came from him as he tried to keep his pace steady and not appear too eager, even as he tried to hold off that rising pleasure.

Then he spoke again, and what he said was telling. "Jordan, Jordan, Jordan..." he intoned, voice needful and her name on his lips with each inward stroke. Her name had become his chant, his mantra, and he was unashamed. Each speaking of her name was punctuated by a small grunt of pleasure, ecstasy etched into every syllable, every sound. Then he was there.

Cross trembled ever so slightly as his orgasm began, then within her tight channel he pulsed, cock
swelling slightly and then a shudder just before he released. Hot sticky cum spurting from his shaft and into her once more, a spreading warmth as he filled her with his seed. "Oh Jordan..." he could only moan out as he continued to fill her for another several seconds, each spasm of his cock announcing a new wash of heat against her tight walls and in her womb.

Soon he grew still, but yet clung to her, and his mouth kissed her shoulder softly. A sigh escaped him as his member became still. Cross was sated and happy, and hoped that he had brought this same feeling to Jordan. He slowly lifted his head, eyes half-lidded as his body began to slowly bring him back after such a wonderfully tiring bout of sex. He gazed into her eyes, the fingers of his right hand once more tracing along her jawline an her cheek.

"Thank you Jordan." he said simply, not knowing what else to say.
 
Jordan shivered and soft moans and groans escaped her lips as she held onto him, her hips always meeting his as he would bury himself inside of her. At his words, her arms tightened around him, her lips finding his jawline, then over his face to his mouth where she kissed him sweetly, urging him to release again. It was then that she realized she was close to her own climax again, it amazed her, never having been with anyone who seemed to be able to take her to the edge more than once in one night.

Her hands came to rest on the back of his neck and head as he buried his face in her neck, the gesture so gentle, so sweet that it pushed her farther toward the edge. The sound of her name coming from him as he thrust into her pleased her more than she had thought it would, as he spoke her name, intense moans and groans were sounded from her, her arms holding him tightly to her.

It appeared that as he came, she did as well, a loud cry that sounded blissful and victorious came from her throat and mouth as she tossed her head back and clung to him as he clung to her.

Her own eyes looked back into his, glazed with the aftermath of their mutual pleasures. Lids felt heavy, causing her green eyes to be half open as she gave him a soft smile, her face leaning to his fingers as they traced her cheek and jawline. She hadn't felt so pleasantly drowsy in years, so well 'violated', and loved in longer.

After his words of gratitude she simply leaned in and pressed a gentle, yet passionate kiss to his lips. She couldn't find words, so she hoped it conveyed in the gesture. She was extremely happy to find that she can still be viewed as a woman, instead of the divorced, FBI Agent with a kid.

Or has her ex used to call her, and still did occasionally when the opportunity presented itself, a damned bitch who was a cold fish. She took in a deep breath and violently pushed the thought away, coming back to Cross so she could simply curl into him and relax in his arms.
 
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