Detective Jamie Delgado pulled up in front of her house. As a homicide detective, the sight of her beautiful wife of one year always soothed her nerves after having to deal with some of the world’s biggest scumbags.
She exited her jeep and approached the lovely creature that stood just outside the front door, barefoot, long brown locks fluttering in the soft gentle breeze. “For my lovely wife,” she said, handing Misha the pink rose she’d been hiding behind her back.
“Oh, how sweet,” Misha said, sniffing the delicate flower.
A baby cried from within the house.
“How’s our little guy?” asked Jamie.
“He was napping until now. What brings you home so early anyway?”
“I missed my family.”
They headed inside, and Jamie went to their child and gazed lovingly down upon him. She’d wanted to name him Vincent, but Misha had preferred Justin. In the end, they’d decided to compromise and have one name as their son’s first name, the other as his middle.
“But which name will be which?” Misha had asked.
“I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to flip a coin.”
Misha had won.
“What’s up, Justin? You having nightmares or just hungry?” Jamie asked.
“Probably needs a diaper change,” Misha said.
Jamie grabbed a Pepsi from the adjoining kitchen and watched as Misha changed him. Damn, did she look good! You’d never know she’d just had a baby a few months ago through artificial insemination, though she’d love every inch of her no matter how she looked.
She’d wasted so many years before reuniting with Misha. While she was whoring around and spending most of her time between some woman’s legs, Misha had been learning and experiencing quite a bit about all kinds of things, not that she was stupid or anything. She’d just been stuck in a rut, but that was mostly her fault.
Personality was everything to Jamie. Looks were just a bonus. And Misha wasn’t just a pretty face. In her eyes, she was smart and talented. The trained and bellowing contralto had really surprised her, considering the fact that she’d had just a so-so voice when they’d first met in their teens. She also had a way with words that never failed to entertain her. In the end, though, she could’ve been a complete idiot for all she cared, for just the fact that Misha loved and accepted her as she was, was enough to capture her heart. For the first time ever, Jamie had someone she was compatible with both in and out of bed. And that was worth a lot to Jamie. So much so that she had even quit smoking for Misha.
“All set now?” Jamie asked, heading toward them.
“Yup, all set,” said Misha.
“Good,” Jamie said, eyeing their child fondly, “because I’m going to give your mom the best fuck of her life.”
“Jamie!” Misha chided, playfully punching her muscular arm. “You’re so naughty.”
“Why? He can’t understand me,” said Jamie, setting her soda can down on a nearby table. “I’m so naughty, huh? You sure about that?”
Misha stiffened. Uh-oh, she’d been a bad girl. Jamie strode toward her, slowly and deliberately in a way that turned her on. If she didn’t know any better she just may be intimidated by the bigger girl, eyes piercingly dark, but she knew she was safe with Jamie and that she’d never hurt her. She even tried to hide it when she was angry at times so as not to make her nervous.
“I’m an insecure jerk? Is that what you wrote in your journal when you got pissed at me this morning for being paranoid and misunderstanding what you said?”
Misha looked away guiltily. She sometimes forgot that Jamie read her journal. She had her own temper as well. She just didn’t have the guts to tell Jamie some of the things that crossed her mind to her face as small as she was and despite Jamie keeping her word about never laying a hand on her.
Jamie was now just inches away, towering over her. “Shame on you, Misha Dawn,” Jamie scolded in a way that she couldn’t help but be turned on by.
Misha relaxed at the sight of her husband’s sudden bright smile. “Well, you do get paranoid at times.”
“Mhm,” said Jamie, now right up against her petite wife’s body. “And insecure, too?”
“Yes, that too.”
“Should I punish you nonetheless?”
“Oh yes, I think my Italian hottie should definitely teach me a lesson,” Misha said. “I’ve been a naughty little girl again with my big mouth.”
Jamie backed Misha into their bedroom and shoved her onto the bed. Jamie had her short little shorts yanked off in no time, and her panties were soon to follow. Next, Jamie stripped.
“On your knees, my sweet little Jewish girl,” Jamie commanded.
Misha knelt on the bed and Jamie knelt behind her, pulling her body snugly against hers. Misha reached up and wrapped her arms around Jamie’s neck. Jamie’s hands roamed around in front of Misha. Jamie slipped a hand under her sports bra and pulled it up over her head and tossed it aside. She ran her hands back and forth between her breasts and her pussy, igniting a fire deep within them both.
After a few minutes of this, their need for release grew intense. Jamie pushed Misha onto her stomach and then turned her over onto her back. She spread Misha’s legs with her own and brought her lips to Misha’s lips at the same time she teasingly brushed Misha’s clitty with her own. Jamie’s movements were slow and sensual at first, but then Misha was begging for more.
“Go harder and faster!” Misha cried.
“You sure you can handle me?” Jamie teased.
Misha began to writhe underneath Jamie in an attempt to help speed things up.
Jamie could no longer take things slow anyway, for her own inability to hold out much longer was creeping up on her as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm begin to well up between her legs.
“Hurry,” Misha practically shouted.
Jamie rode Misha as fast as she could, their juices mingling, bringing them both to a plane of pure ecstasy. Hearts pounding, bodies sweating, they welcomed the explosion that burst within them.
A moment later Jamie rolled off of Misha, giving them a chance to recover their breathing and slow their pulses.
Misha noticed a slightly questioning look on Jamie’s face. “What’s up, Detective?” she asked.
“I just worry I was too fast for you.”
“Insecure jerk,” Misha said with a playful wink.
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