Page 48 of Catch
“I’ve decided to take up fishing. You said it was relaxing and fun,” she declared with a grin. “Crochet wasn’t it for me.”
I blinked. “But you made me the best necklace I’ve ever had.”
“Exactly. Peaked early. Time for a new hobby.”
I crossed the room and gently took the rod from her hands. “Fishing is the best sport in the world besides baseball. This is my favorite pole. It’s caught more bass than I can count, including my biggest catch ever.”
“Can I use it?” she asked, her tone so sweet it almost made me say yes. Almost.
“No ma’am,” I said, shaking my head. “But I have another rod you can use, and I can take you fishing tomorrow.”
Her face lit up, and she clapped her hands. “For real?”
Fuck she was cute when she was excited.
“For real,” I nodded, licking my lips. “But you won’t need these.” I pointed to the waders, then gently started taking the straps off her shoulders. I knelt down, and she held onto my shoulders as she stepped out.
“What should I wear, then?”
“Anything you don’t mind getting dirty,” I smiled as I stood back up and cupped her cheek. “But we will take the boat out on the lake. Shouldn’t be too many people out there that would know who Loxley Adams is.”
I was just about to kiss her when the timer on the oven started to buzz. Her eyes lit up, and she pulled back, rushing into the kitchen with me following behind her.
She took a glass dish from the oven, and I saw what looked to be perfect baked ziti. “Damn that looks amazing.”
“I set a timer this time,” she smiled pridefully. “No more burning dinner.”
“You keep treating me like this, Lox, and I may never let you leave here.”
Her face flushed, and she turned away, hiding whatever it was that my words were doing to her. She took some cheese from the fridge and then sprinkled it over the top, before returning the dish back to the oven and setting the timer for another twenty minutes.
“Twenty more minutes?” I turned her, pushing her against the counter and pressing my body to hers. “There is a whole lot I can do to you in twenty minutes, Lox.”
She nodded, then leaned up, kissing me hard but never saying a word. She began undoing the buttons on my uniform, then my belt, not finishing either before trying to pull my pants down.
“I’ve waited all day for this,” she moaned.
“Fuck, me too.” I added, finishing my shirt and belt, making it easier for her to loosen my zipper.
She took hold of my cock, stroking it as I lifted her onto the counter. It was exactly what I had wanted to do to her before work, but I didn’t want to rush. Yet there I was anyway, hurrying to get inside of her.
“I wanted to take my time,” I explained, lifting the t-shirt she had on over her head. “I wanted to taste your pussy, make you so damn wild that you begged for more.”
“We have all night,” she gasped, when I grabbed her tiny shorts and pulled them down.
She was completely naked, sitting there with her legs spread and I lined myself up, pushing inside of her in one quick motion. We both hissed at the connection, getting adjusted to one another once again. Then I started to move, and my lips found hers.
Lox pushed my unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders, then lifted the t-shirt I always wore under the uniform. I pulled away long enough to take it off and she smiled, grabbing the flimsy necklace I wore that she had made.
Grabbing it, she pulled me back to her, and my mouth was once again on hers, my tongue moving with the same motions as my hips. It didn’t feel like it was more than a few minutes, but it must have been twenty, because the timer started once again going off as we neared our releases.
“Time’s up,” I grunted, moving my hips harder and quicker.
She screamed as her head fell back, her fingers raking down my chest, and her pussy squeezing my cock so tight I had no choice but to come as well. When I finally slid out of her, I watched as the evidence of our climax ran down the inside of her legs while she grabbed an oven mitt.
Once the ziti was safely out, she threw the mitt down and turned back toward me. “You made a mess, Mr. Officer.”
I nodded, smiling as she strode toward me, naked and dirty.
