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For Miles

It's an interesting dynamic, being a lover for a reporter. But that's not what's on her mind when she slips through Seattle, headed toward his place. She has information for him. It's tucked safely away between her breasts in a small flashdrive that she'd used to steal the information for Miles.

The doorman to Miles's building smiles and tips his hat to the pretty young thing that comes to see the rather intense reporter.

She steps into the elevator and heads up to Miles's place.

Stepping inside of his apartment is always an adventure. She's never sure if she's going to find him buried in research or take out boxes. "Hello, darling." She says, slipping inside. She puts her purse down on a table covered in papers, and smiles to the reporter.

Normally, she stays far away from reporters and she never turns on a client. This client, however, had done something unspeakable. He'd bought and sold human flesh. Heather will put up with many things, but this is not something she will tolerate.

So, she'd offered to help the police, but none of them would listen to her. That's when she'd found Miles, through one of his other exposes. "Darling, you'll never guess what I've got for you...." She teases, leaning over in front of him. The flashdrive peeks up through her breasts.

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"A downside of having such a smart mouth is that I can't seem to shut up," he says, smiling winningly. "But I'll do my best." He kisses her gently, then trails his mouth down her jaw and neck.

He's gonna take his time, because he's a jerk.

Oh she likes his sauciness, yes she does. Sighing contentedly, she settles onto her back, carding her fingers through his hair. Her other hand starts roaming over the parts of him that she can reach.

She wants his mouth many places, but for now, she's content to let him do as he wishes.

"I have ways of shutting you up, don't worry about that."

"I'm sure you do," he says, and kisses her collarbone. His hands are wandering over her body, brushing his fingers against her again. He wants her to want him, and he's taking that request to heart. He's going to tease her, and get her going well before he gets his mouth where both of them want it to be.

Her breath hitches as he touches her and she lets her legs spread further. Yes, that's the way she wants it. And he does have quite clever fingers. She's okay with the way things are going. Dropping a kiss on his head, she watches his slow progression down her body.

There's something about watching his darker skin against her white skin. She likes the difference.

And he is definitely taking it slow - his mouth is finally heading further downwards, over her breasts, grazing her nipples. He keeps stroking her slowly, and finally, gently slips a finger inside of her.

The touch of his mouth on her breasts makes her groan. "Yes, more of that, darling." She likes that. Her nipples harden as his finger slips inside of her.

Her leg hooks over his knees, spreading her wider. She cards her fingers through his hair. Her other hand trails down, brushing against the hand that is inside of her.

Heather is not shy at all.

Well, he's nothing if not obliging. He continues to kiss her breasts, still slowly working his finger in and out of her. When her hand contacts his, he adds a second one.

This is going well, right?

This is going very well.

She trails her fingers over his hand, then up his arm, before trailing them back down to brush her own clit. She's not impatient, yet, but it certainly feels wonderful to have someone else's fingers inside of her.

She runs her fingers through his hair, able to feel him start nudging her hip. She doesn't plan on touching him yet, though.

"Mm." Okay, he really likes her playing with his hair. So sue him.

Looks like she's getting a little excited about this. He uses his thumb to briefly stroke her clit, because he really wants to tease her and draw this out as long as he can. And that can't really happen if she's in control of it, now can it?

"Oh." She hisses out the single syllable. She wants more of that. It's much better when he's the one touching her. Her hand trails down and moves his thumb, pressing it against her clit.

She sighs out her agreement with that arrangement. Dropping a kiss on his head, she continues combing his hair.

Slowly, her hand trails up and brushes over the nipple he's not licking at.

Hey, he's here to be her boy toy. Anything she wants, he'll do. So he takes the hint and rubs against her clit again.

He smiles a little against her skin when her hand comes up to touch her other nipple. She likes this.

"Good?" he murmurs, continuing to stroke.

Letting out a shuddering breath, she leans down and kisses him. "You're being very good." She whispers, leaning up to nibble his ear.

"Don't stroke the clit, just press against it." She whispers to him. "I want teased, and that helps."

She continues playing with the other nipple, then cups the breast and offers it up to him. Her hips move against his fingers, loving the ever so slowly building friction.

He's very good at taking orders. He changes his tack, just pressing on it, and turns to kiss the breast she's offering to him, making his way to the nipple. His fingers keep moving in and out of her, slowly.

There are advantages to being a slutty slutty man-slut, and one of them is that you get pretty damn good at this.

He's very good at this. And he's her slutty slutty man-slut. No one's going to tell her different.

She groans as he obeys her and licks at the breast she offered to him. His fingers are starting to make her tingle in a way that says she's getting really excited. Heather sighs and relaxes, just letting the feelings wash over her.

"You're very good at this." At teasing her, at taking orders, whichever. "Such a good boy toy."

He shivers a little at the compliment. He really does love praise and dirty talk during sex.

"I'm all yours," he mumbles, trailing his mouth back up to her collarbone. "I'll do whatever you want."

Did he mention he's a sub? He's such a sub. He's more of a sub than a five-dollar footlong.

He's hers, that's all that matters. Having his mouth on her would be paramount, but Heather is into denial, right now. She doesn't want to come just yet. She wants to be left wanting.

"Kiss me." She orders in a whisper. Because this is going to get intimate very fast. "Now, take your fingers out and use them to tease my clit." She doesn't want to get too excited, but some is needed.

He chuckles a little. "Okay." His mouth trails up her neck and jaw before he kisses her, and removes his fingers. They're wet, and he does as she says, gently stroking her clit.

He knows how to please a woman, but he likes being told what to do.

He certainly does know what he's doing. She has no complaints at all. He's always up for whatever she wants/needs.

She shivers out a breath when he starts stroking her. It's enough that goosepimples break out on her skin.

When he kisses her, she rolls up on her hip, her leg on his hip, so he can keep stroking. Her fingers reach up and stroke his face. She just can't wait for his mouth. Trailing her hand down, she wraps it around him.

"Now, how about I take care of this? But, I don't want you to let me come. Not yet."

It's always gratifying to know your work is appreciated - especially with someone he likes as much as Heather.

He gasps a little when she touches him. He hadn't expected that. "Yes. On one condition." Then he smiles. "I don't want to come until you do."

But oh man, he's really gonna appreciate that handjob.

She likes touching. She likes touching him, and being touched in return. "Oh, I don't know if I can do that." She sweeps her thumb over the head of his erection. "I think you should come first this time." She leans in and kisses down his neck.

Her fingers slowly work up a rhythm. She's going to get him off. If she has to use her whole repertoire. "Slow down." She whispers into his ear. Her teeth nip at the shell of his ear. "Slip a finger inside of me, and press against my clit. Move slowly. Press inside in increments. I need to want you and feel you moving so slowly."

He gasps again - oh God, that's sexy. He loves dirty talk and he loves being bossed around.

He does as he's told. He slowly slips a finger inside of her - not very far, but enough, and presses against her clit. He wants to make this last for her as long as possible. And the way she's touching him is only making him more determined.

He'll eventually get his mouth down there, but for now, he'll finger her as she asks.

Heather shivers and bites her lip. Oh that's good. She takes her hand off of him and wets her finger. That single finger wraps around him moving up and down.

"You know what I would be willing to do?" She leans up and whispers in his ear. Her tongue darts out and licks his ear lobe. "See, I could trail my mouth downward." She lifts her hand and trails it over his lips, then down his chin, down his throat, and on down over his chest.

She licks her finger again and rubs it over his nipple. "Stop here. Then down I go." She is whispering straight into his ear. "Until I'm here." She wraps her hand around him again, pumping slowly. "I would take you in my mouth and press my tongue against you, swallowing you down until you came down my throat." She licks at his neck. "For now, press a second finger in me. Slower than the first. Then, just hold them there and rub my clit."

Miles actually whimpers. He still wants to get her off first, but oh, God, that sounds so tempting.

"Please," he breathes. He ain't too proud to beg.

Then he puts a second finger inside her, making sure to go very slowly. And then he strokes her clit, slowly, lightly. He'll draw this out as long as he can, because it's fun.

She smiles against his ear. Her hand keeps going. "Pull your fingers out and roll on your back." She orders softly. She's going to get her lover off first. "I want my mouth on you."

She needs it, actually.

"Then, once I get you off... I want you to flip me over and use your mouth." She whispers. "And your fingers. Take it slow and make me come harder than before."

He moans softly; getting bossed around in bed is seriously one of his kinks. He moves his fingers in and out of her a few more times before withdrawing them, and rolls on his back like he's been told. "I want your mouth on me, too," he says. "I want you."

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