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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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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."

She likes bossing him around in bed. She knows that he likes her to do it, so she can't really fault him for just obeying.

Heather straddles him and starts with his lips and then starts kissing her way down his body. But, she leaves her hand on him, stroking slowly.

"I don't think you'll go wanting, darling." She murmurs, curling her tongue around a nipple.

"Now, I told you I'm going to pull you into my mouth and suck you off." She swirls her tongue around the head. "Hands in the hair, darling. Finger comb it while I work over this delicious erection you've given me to play with."

With that, she pulls him into her mouth, curling her tongue against him. Slowly, she works her way down his erection, swallowing it deeper into her mouth and throat.

Yep. She's amazing at this.

When she takes him into her mouth, he shudders - oh, God, that feels good. Quiet little groans escape him as she goes to work, and he combs his fingers through her hair. He wants to pleasure her, too, but for now, this is so good.

She's had lots of practice, so she should be at least adequate. And she's growing into her role as the boss of this little liaison. She likes knowing that she can still hold him as putty in the palm of her hand.

Heather bobs her head, slowly taking more of him into her throat. She wants him to come down her throat.

Swallowing against him, she gently cups his balls in her hand, brushing over them with her thumb. He'll get off first. Because she wants him to just shudder into her mouth.

When she swallows against him, he groans again, his breath hitching. He isn't deep-throated very often, so every time he is, it's like a special treat.

Then she starts playing with his balls, and he fights to hold off. He wants to enjoy this, because he adores when she does this. She always knows just how to get him off.

She wants to smirk, but her mouth is occupied. She knows that he's fighting to hold off. Gently, she strokes his balls again, darting her tongue out to curl around him again.

Her head keeps bobbing up and down, pressing him deeper into her throat. Another swallow against him. She loves watching someone fall apart under her.

And she's about to get her wish. That last swallow is enough to push him over the edge, and he gasps out her name, his fingers tightening in her hair. His mind goes completely blank, and spots dance in front of his eyes.

"Heather...oh, God..."

He hadn't expected to come that hard, but she has a tendency to surprise him.

She continues to swallow until his softening erection slips out of her mouth. She smirks. That's what she wanted.

Resting her hands on his stomach, she rests her chins on her hands. "Catch your breath, darling." She tells him. "When your hands are done shaking, you can flip me over and use your mouth properly." She puts her finger on his lips, shushing him. "No talking, just that clever tongue against my skin and clit." She catches his hand and kisses the palm.

"Of course, your clever fingers will be needed too." She purrs.

"Mmh." He props himself up on his elbows after a moment and gives her a silly grin. "But what if I want to talk?" he says, brushing hair out of her face. "What if I want to tell you that I'm going to kiss all the way down your body and tease you with my tongue until you beg me to let you come?"

She presses her finger against his lips. "No. Talking." Heather orders. "Not even to tell me that." She says with a smile. She likes this giving orders thing.

"Now, if you want to get a move on with teasing me, I will admit to using you to calm down." She grins. She'd been getting too excited, too fast, so she gave him a rather spectacular blowjob to settle down some. Hey, it works.

Except, the minute he touches her, she'll be right back to where she was. Oh well.

He considers that for a moment, and then nods, grinning right back. To work!

He pushes her gently onto her back and starts kissing down her body again, taking his time but not going as slow as he had before. And when he gets down to where they both want his mouth to be, he kisses her on the inner thigh.

Hey, she did want him to tease her, right?

She actually giggles when he pushes her over. The slow descent of his mouth is something she's wanted since before he bent her over the bed that first time. He does have a clever tongue.

Her hips reach for his mouth, stuttering when he kisses her thigh. Heather can still taste him on her tongue and wants him to have the same experience.

She reaches down and combs her fingers through his hair.

"Just one finger, Miles, darling." She purrs out. "I know I'm ready for it."

He sighs when her hands comb through his hair, and his breath tickles her skin. Oh, God, he feels good right now. Since he's a good boy and he does what he's told, he slips his left index finger inside her, slowly. (The right would be shortchanging her, after all.)

"Such a good boy." She gasps out, pressing down against his finger. God, that feels wonderful. She loves when her lovers listen to her. And Miles is one that always listens.

She keeps combing his hair. "Tease me with your tongue, Miles." She almost says please, but manages to bite it back. Miles likes ordered, not begged.

He likes being asked during gentle lovemaking, but this is neither of those things - this is simply carnal pleasure, and there's not a thing wrong with that.

He does as he's ordered - as he always does - and kisses down her inner thigh until he gets to her, slowly moving his finger and licking up her until he reaches her clit.

Were this gentle lovemaking, they wouldn't be having nearly as much fun ordering and being ordered.

"AH!" The gasped shout escapes her, when his tongue touches her. She's waited patiently for that and wants to savor it. Gently, she combs his hair with her fingers, dragging her nails along his scalp.

"Such a good, good boy." Maybe she should reward him more often. "God, don't stop, Miles. Keep teasing me."

He smiles, just a little, when she shouts. Then he removes his finger so he has better access to lick her up and down, and he does so slowly, teasingly, occasionally flicking his tongue over her clit. He wants to draw this out, making it as pleasurable for her as possible.

She groans in the back of her throat. God, this is what she needs. Someone to take care of her to the point that she won't be able to walk for a little while.

That's certainly what Miles seems to be going for. She is not objecting to this, at all.

"Oh god, Miles, don't stop." She hisses out. Such a good boy toy.

Yep, that sure is what he's going for. He wants to make her so spent she can't even think. So he keeps doing what he's doing, going agonizingly slow, because he wants her to feel it.

And she doesn't need to worry. He's not gonna stop.

God, he's good at this. And she can say that. He's good at it, and very thorough. Her thighs start twitching and she can feel the orgasm starting all the way in her toes.

She groans again, and there might have been some words in there, but she's not very articulate at the moment.

Heather curls her fingers into his hair and just holds on for the moment. Suddenly, her world whites out and her body clenches. Her back arches off the bed as she orgasms against his tongue.

Once her thighs start twitching and her fingers tighten in his hair, Miles knows his efforts have been successful. It's a little goddamn satisfying to feel her back arch like that, obviously, and to taste her as she comes.

He keeps licking her slowly as she finishes, wanting to be sure she's well and truly sated.

Very successful. She lays there, sweat prickling along her skin, panting at the ceiling.

She combs her fingers through his hair, unable to talk just yet. He's a good boy toy. There aren't many that can make her orgasm that hard.

She's definitely not going anywhere for a few moments. Gently, she tries to tug Miles upward. She wants to cuddle.

Oh, good, because he wants to cuddle, too. He's a tactile kind of guy. He obediently climbs up and settles down next to her, a smug little grin on his face.

"I take it you liked that," he purrs.

Don't ruin it, Miles.

She huffs out a laugh, still trying to catch her breath. She pulls him into her arms, finger combing his hair, because, yes, she wants to cuddle, but she'll do things he likes.

"You have a very talented tongue." She whispers, kissing his forehead. Heather needed that. She stretches out with a grunt, and just basks in the afterglow.

"So I'm told," he says, laughing a little. He practically melts when she runs her fingers through his hair and kisses him on the forehead. He loves that. "It's an asset to the job. Ditto my talented fingers. Or what's left of them, anyway." He lets out a contented sigh. Hey, just because he's down a couple doesn't mean he's any less dextrous, so to speak.

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