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Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

"Are you sure, Cross?" she asked him. Then she stood and simply watched him pace, "Could you maybe be mixing some of this other stuff in?" she asked him then, continuing to watch him. Seeing how he was, she was certainly glad to be on his side.

After a few moments, she stood in front of him, his own pacing was starting to grate on her and get her irritated, something that probably shouldn't happen. Though her standing in front of him, her arms folded under her breasts, head tilted all the way back to look at him, it was most likely a very comical sight, considering how much smaller she was than him, he could just pick her up and set her aside before continuing his pacing.

"Think, hon, what's missing in the manuscripts we have?" she asked him then.
 
Cross nodded. "I am." he replied. He slowly shook his head. "I don't think I am. It's possible, but unlikely. You know how us Agents pay attention to detail. Something is missing." He paced and then she was in his way. He stopped and regarded her. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He couldn't help but smile.

Then she called him 'hon'. Cross felt his heart rise into his throat. Momentarily the problem of what was missing was forgotten. "I do not remember. But it will come to me." That was usually how things worked for him. The harder he tried to remember, the worse his memory became. Then when he'd forgotten about it the solution suddenly came to him.

He reached out and caught her elbows. He simply smiled at her.
 
"Yeah, I know what you mean and dammit if I don't hate it when something is missing and I can't figure out what it is... a bit like with this case all around actually," she said dryly.

She arched a brow, and couldn't help but give him a smile in return as he caught her elbows in his large hands. She dropped her hands to her side as she continued to look up at him, "Alright... what is going through that head now?" she asked him softly.

Damn, all he had to do was touch her in the most simplistic of ways and he would stir something inside of her.
 
Cross drew her in, until he pressed against her and then he bent down, claiming her mouth in a slow, wet kiss. "That was the first time you'd called me hon. I think." he chucked then. things had happened so fast he could not even really be sure just what names one had called the other. Not that it mattered.

He bent again, drawing her up to him easily and kissed her once more. It was like he was insatiable. He simply could not get enough. After a moment he released her and said, "I'm gonna shower." his lips pressed to her ear as he spoke in a whisper.
 
She grinned as he pulled her to him and kissed her. She settled her hands on his shoulders as she returned it, slowly, letting her tongue glide along his. A soft groan escaped her mouth and went into his. At his words, she gave hima surprised look, she hadn't realized she'd called him that, it had seemed natural.

Then the thought flew out of her head as he kissed her again, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she wanted more of him. Evidently, he wasn't the only insatiable one here. She smiled and pressed the side of her head to him as he whispered in her ear, "You want company?" she asked him in a soft, throaty voice, her own desire heard.
 
Cross' arms tightened about her just slightly as she spoke, her voice sending a shiver down his spine. "Fuck yes, I do." He said and let his hands wander down to that firm round backside and squeeze. He nuzzled her neck one last time and then pulled back, but took her hand. He led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting it warm up.

He sat on the toilet with the lid closed, and this brought him more down to her level. He gently ran his hands up her torso, running them over the firm mounds of her breasts, before fingers deftly began to unbutton her shirt. As those fingers descended along her body, the fabric parting, his lips followed. Soft butterfly kisses along her silky skin, and Cross soon arrived at her waistband. He tugged the shirt from where it was tucked and then did as he had with the jacket, and soon slid the shirt off of her arms.

Now standing before him in her slacks and bra, Cross looked up at Jordan and smiled. He was obviously intent on making this last, and removing her clothing on simple article at a time. Until she was revealed in her entirety.
 
She chuckled softly as he led her to the bathroom. The door closed, the water warming up, letting steam fill the room, she watched him slowly undress her, her head tilted back a bit as she let her green eyes close, feeling his lips trail kisses along her skin. Her breathing was already growing heavy with her new found lust in him.

Her hands found the collar of his own shirt, she looked at him then and moved closer as slender fingers slid to his tie and loosened it more than it was already, undid the knot and left it draped around the back of his neck, her fingers already at the buttons of his shirt. She did what he did to her, slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and as the fabric parted, she trailed soft, full lips down his bronzed skin, along with light nips.

Then she slid the shirt off of him and traced his tattoo with gentle fingertips. She never knew what it was, but she always appreciated tattoo sleeves on a man, and on him, it really made him that much more sexy to her. More rough even.
 
Cross stood as she unbuttoned his shirt and her kisses made his heart skip a beat. His fingers undid the clasp of her slacks and his thumbs hooked them to slide them down and over her hips. Soon she was in naught bu her bra and panties and Cross' eyes darkened as he looked at her.

"I want you. Again." he said and as he bent to her his mouth claimed her neck. His breath was hot on her skin and his hands unhooked her bra, letting that container slide away, her breasts spilling into his waiting hands. Those weighty globes more than filled his hands and he sighed at the feel of them - hard taut peaks of her nipples in stark contrast to the silken flesh of the rest of her.
 
Her breathing became uneven and her heart raced at his words after she'd stepped out of her slacks. Eyes drifted slowly closed as she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck, his breath and the feel of his lips on her skin made her shiver.

"Good.. I want you too.. again," she told him, grinning as she trailed her hands over his shoulders and the back of his neck. By now, the bathroom was full of steam, which certainly helped along their current state of arousal. She sighed off a soft moan at the feel of his hands on her breasts, "Starting to need you in me," she whispered to him as she turned her face to his and pressed her lips to his, sweetly, longingly, and passionately.
 
His member was now straining at his slacks and his hands left her breasts momentarily as they moved to the clasp and unfastened it. He smiled into their shared kiss and as his hands raised, his slacks still in place but undone, those questing fingers trailed over her hips and then dipped, only once, to cup her pussy and then drag fingers along that soft mound and slit as he raised his hands to her breasts once more.

"I need to be in you." he replied, voice low and deep. "But first I want you to suck my cock Jordan. You made me feel so good." His fingers tweaked her nipples as he spoke and he'd spoken his desire. Would she relent?
 
She laughed softly, "You liked what I did this morning then?" she asked, her tone told him she obviously knew the answer as she slowly trailed her lips down his own neck, then chest and abdomen, her hands trailed over him, just slightly a head of her lips. When her hands got to his hips, she was on her knees and pulling his slacks and boxers down enough so she could free his large erection.

One of her favorite things to do, and this man definitely enjoyed what she did to him and how she did it. With that in mind, she ducked her head further and moved back enough to trail and swirl her tongue along his length before she finally wrapped her lips around him. A soft moan escaped her throat as she felt the wonderful texture of his cock on her lips, then her mouth, then in her throat where she kept him at while sucking on him, and swallowing the part of him in her throat. She stayed there until she started seeing spots then she slowly moved him out, until her lips were around the tip of him.

Then, slowly, she repeated that move all over again. Green eyes looking up at him to see his reaction.
 
Cross nodded and almost echoed his earlier words. "Fuck yes I did." he said and watched with rapt attention as she moved along him, then freed him. Cock now almost fully erect, he gasped and shuddered as she wasted no time in dragging her tongue along him. His head lolled back, but only for a moment, as he brought it forward to watch as she took him.

She did not hesitate and in fact seemed hungry for it, eager, as she deepthroated him slowly, working that thickness into her mouth. Her nose nestled in the short curls at the base of his cock and she choked herself, cutting off her own air.

"So goddamn sexy." he intoned, voice thick and husky as he observed her. Her eyes found his and the backs of his fingers caressed her cheek as he watched her lips stretch around him. "So good. So fucking hot." His body shuddered a bit as she pulled more of him in. His right hand rested in her hair now, pads of his fingers massaging her scalp as he encouraged her to move along him, to bob on him.
 
She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed her lips around his cock. Simply enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth then throat, gladly, she bobbed her head on him, over and over. As she grew more excited, she quickened the pace, and the intensity of her sucking his cock over and over. Her left hand gripped his right hip as she moved her right hand slip through his boxers, cupping his sac and gently massaging them as she continued take him in her mouth, over and over, quickly, every so often she would keep him in her throat, swallowing him in, contracting her throat around him tightly and held it there until she absolutely had to take a breath.

Every so often, when she was able to, moans and groans would be sounded from her.
 
"Oh yessss..." Cross hissed out and his hand continued to guide her, though let her do her own thing. She knew her business and was very good at it. Then her hand found his sac and that added another sensation. His cock throbbed softly in her mouth, a steady drip of pre emerging from the slit at the tip of that swollen bulbous head, his essence coating her tongue and providing even more slickness for the path his cock traveled along her tongue.

Moans accompanied every movement of her mouth and his thighs trembled slightly. "Fuck me Jordan." he said, not making it clear if he meant more of her mouth, or her body.
 
At his words, she slid him from her mouth, licking the salty flavor of his pre-cum from his cock, then she slowly stood while sliding her panties off her hips, then legs before she straddled him, placing the head of him at her very wet entrance as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him hungrily, "Gladly," she said when she pulled away long enough to impale herself on him, gasping out a moan as she felt herself stretch around him, sinking him in deeply inside of her until he was completely in.

After a moment, her body trembling with need and pleasure, she started moving her hips up, down and around, slowly at first, but she started to pick up speed as she leaned back a little, her arms still around him and let her head fall back, moans, groans and cries of pleasure coming from her lips as she moved him in and out of her, then started to nearly bounce on him.
 
Her mouth sucked him a bit and then she slid him from her mouth and Cross smiled as she pushed him back, mounting him and then impaling herself on his cock. "Mmmmm..." he moaned as he entered her, that tightness stretching over him, grasping at him. His hands rubbed up her body and to her breasts, squeezing them and fondling them, fingers tugging at her nipples, rolling them.

Rotating around and up, then around and down, so that the ridges of his cock would hit all her inner spots, Cross lifted his hips with each descent, helping as he could. Her head back and her sounds spurred him on and his hands gripped her breasts tightly, tweaking nipples almost roughly as she started to bounce. "Oh fuck... so tight. Sexy..." he groaned and his own head lolled back at the sensations she gave him.
 
Fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, her cries of pleasure growing more and more loud as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge. Her started digging into the skin on his shoulders as she leaned forward, still riding him as hard and fast as she could, and pressed her forehead to his, grunts and loud cries of pleasure escaped her lips each time she impaled herself on him, until finally, she screamed, shattering over him, her essence coating him, making him more slick inside of her. She moved her forehead and pressed it to his shoulder, her hips still for a moment, just simply keeping him inside of her as deep as possible, which was to say, all of him.
 
Heated and passionate. There was no other way to describe this, and Cross went with the flow. Jordan felt wonderful and those tell-tale contractions and ripplings within her told him she was close. Then she shuddered and released, her essence oozing out around him. He grunted and she fell still for a moment, his sac now coated with her and her body pressed to his. He was still buried to the hilt inside of her and he let her rest a moment.

A moment.

Then he stood, her small form still impaled on him, and his arms had hooked under her legs, holding them wide open as he lifted her. His hands gripped her hips and he relied on her to cling to his neck as he stood and the muscles in his arms corded. His hips flexed and she bounced on him, her own body weight acting to impale her once more on him. He grinned. And so it went as he started to buck beneath her, lifting and impaling her over and over, hips driving him into her as gravity did half the work.
 
She clung to his neck as he stood and held her legs spread almost as wide as they could go. She cried out and gasped at the feeling of him driving inside of her int his position. She couldn't move, other than to bury her face in his neck or toss it back, each time he impaled her on him, she cried out with pleasure, "Fucking yes!" she shouted out a couple of times as he pushed her to climbing to the edge again. Her arms tightened around his shoulders, her fingers on the back of his neck, nails starting to dig into the skin as her pleasure grew more intense.

Her body was already highly sensitive from her previous orgasm, so every stroke he made inside of her, every brush of their skin against one another, was heightened.
 
Cross grinned at her cries of pleasure. There was no sweeter sound. He quickened the pace, her body jolted each time they impacted, her breasts bouncing and ass jiggling. Deep grunts of pleasure and exertion sounded from him and his cock throbbed inside of her, that slick tight pussy grasping at him, wanting what he had to offer.

Not yet.

The pace was fast now, the sound of flesh slapping flesh as they collided and crashed together, his sac slapping her ass forcefully. "Oh fuck..." he groaned and he gritted his teeth, driving into her as hard as as deep as he could, pace picking up and her hair bouncing about her shoulders. "Ride my cock baby." he growled at her and he was sure his fingers would leave bruises on her hips.
 
She didn't notice the bruising grip on her hips from his fingers, just the spectacular feeling of his cock ramming inside of her over and over, it wasn't too long before he had her screaming wildly, trying to move her hips to help slide him in, more of her juices slid out of her, around him, coating him as she shattered again, more intense than before, "Fuck!" she screamed out somewhat breathlessly. She was definitely a woman who was thoroughly enjoying being so thoroughly pleasured.
 
Those screams... those infinitely pleasurable screams. Cross did not slow and continued at the same pace, hard and fast, Jordan's lust dripping down her thighs, down the crack of her as, and off of his sac. He was soaked, as was she, and he was enjoying every bit of it. Her tight pussy contracted and quivered around him, and yet he did not slow, did not pause, and instead just smiled.

He let go of her legs and kept one strong arm about her as he rotated her on his cock until she was bent over and facing away from him, bent over the sink in the bathroom, the both of them having a nice reflection, somewhat, in the mirror. The steam made them slightly blurry.
 
As he turned her, she showed her flexibility by lifting one leg high and stretched as she was rotated on his cock, the feeling of that was exquisitely wonderful, then her hands gripped the sink and counter's edge as he started dipping into her from behind, she tilted her hips up for him, giving him better access to her depths. She was getting dizzy from her heart racing, her breath panting, and most certainly from the pure pleasure she was getting, her cries and screams intense as he drove her higher up on her own orgasm.
 
Cross was impressed by her flexibility and railed her hard from behind, bending forward to catch her breasts in his hands as they hung from her. In fact, after a moment he moved her again, bringing her legs up a bit, and having to withdraw from her momentarily as he placed her feet against his torso, the tops of her feet against his chest almost. Her litheness was evident as he pressed into her again, her legs spreading and her weight now on the lip if the sink, and on her hands.

He grabbed her hands in his and lifted so that she was off the sink and he pulled back on her arms, back arched as she was pulled back onto him. Much like before the sheer tension of how she was held kept her impaled on his cock, but Cross started to thrust his hips and drive into her, deep and hard. Her legs could even push her off of him from this position.
 
She let him move her again, though she did give off a small protesting whimper when he pulled out of her, but then he got her where he wanted her and sank himself inside of her again, causing her to moan, she didn't even fight him when he pulled her arms back, making her spine arch away from him, she cried out with pleasure this position offered. Though she still couldn't move much, at the moment however, she really didn't care. He's taking her in any way he could think of and damn she was sure as hell going to enjoy it thoroughly.

She'd come down from the previous wave of bliss, but he was already pushing her to jump on another, and it was going to happen soon, her cries of ecstasy loud as she climbed to the top.
 
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