Jan 06, 2010 01:53
Don: The holidays had been insane and while they were incredibly busy (ten homicides, twelve suicides, three freak accidents and countless hit and runs), Don had managed to find time to heal with Riley. They could laugh, sleep, eat and enjoy the day like normal people again, with very few bad days.
The only thing they didn't manage to do like normal people was fuck. Don couldn't even remember the last time they'd had sex was, but if he really put thought to memory, he'd put it somewhere around the end of the second week of December.
He had three days off and the weather was clear. The minute she was off her shift, he'd been there waiting with the bags packed, groceries fresh from the store and a few suprises he'd picked up at the sex shop and Victoria Secret, just for her.
The drive up had been mostly uneventful, despite the fact that for most of it, he had his hand down her panties, merely cupping her hot pussy, revving her up for things to come.
As always, the cabin was clean and empty, the night stars much brighter out in the middle of nowhere, light enough to make unloading the car a quick and easy job.
Before he knew it they were inside and his hand was back where it belonged as he kissed her deeply.
Riley: After her shift that night Riley had been more than a little surprised to find him waiting for her, that car completely loaded up, but it wasn't an unpleasant surprise. Everyday was a little better for her and while she might not be back to 100% just yet, she wasn't far off it. She'd never had a problem with long car rides and it was easy for her to relax back into the seat as they put distance between themselves and the city. Until his hand slipped down into her panties, and then it became almost impossible. His fingers so close to where she needed them but never quiet getting there, her pussy growing wetter by the second until she'd completely soaked through her panties.
It was a relief to finally get out of the car, because if she didn't have him inside her soon she was going to lose her mind.
Rocking her hips down hard against his hand, she returned the kiss roughly, passionately, hooking one leg around his waist.
[verse] don,
[what] roleplay,
[who] don flack jr