first time

Title: First timers – Chapter 2

Author: Kiley

Disclaimer: not mine...


Notes - my god i think this has to be the longest thing i have written to date.. i hope you gals enjoy it.. or if not. you can kill me..
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18 years later

Hazel eyes scanned automatically over the memo on her desk. A new officer would be joining anti-crime, transferring from L.A. She paused momentarily, the name electing long withheld emotions within her. Her eyes re-reading the name that stood so boldly against the page. Santiago, Manny. The name on the page threw her off guard somewhat as memories replayed in her mind.

"If we do this, I can't pretend to be your good friend Manny, things won't be the same, you know how I feel about you"

She felt a surge of shame overhang above her as the memory of the following mornings events re-played in her mind.

She had awoken suddenly, eyes slightly hazed by the unattained amount of light that fluttered through his window; his bed sheets lay strewn across her, obscuring her from his view, her hair was uncontained by her hair tie and strewn across her bare shoulders, her lips were swollen, she felt an unsettling ache in-between her legs and the surging thumping of a building headache.

“Your awake” he smiled brightly, his fingers caressing against her hip.

“Yeah” she swallowed, “Listen Manny…” She began sitting up and manipulating her body to face him, her eyes met with his dancing with each other as the room fell silent.

“You regret this don’t you” He mumbled fingers toying with loose hairs, eyes falling to the sheets suddenly finding the intricate patterns very interesting, as the searing pain of heartache drowned him.

Her lips pursed momentarily as her mind was void of answers what could she say to make this all disappear.

“You knew... how I felt.” He sighed pain evident through his voice.

“I know”

“Did it mean anything to you?” He asked quietly pulling his hand away from her as if she burnt him.

“Yes… Manny of course it did”

“Will you stay?”

“Manny.. Don’t I told you I have to leave” she sighed aggravated.

“But that was before this… “He sighed waving his hands to the right, signalling at the two of them naked laying amongst his sheets.

She moved swiftly and smoothly taking the sheet to obscure her from his scrutiny. She had to hurt him. She shouldn’t have slept with him. She should have kept it to herself, but it was something undescribed to her, He had seemed so willing to hurt for her, so mesmerizing.

She turned her back to him, ready to give him an Emmy award winning performance of “My god I just slept with the one guy I actually gave a damn about and now I am about to leave and I’ll never see him again.”. She masked emotions from her eyes quickly and followed the prompts secretly planned out in her head.

“Manny” She spoke strongly. “This... meant nothing, I used you”

“Don’t lie to me”

“I’m not! I could have had anyone! Look at me, I just chose the average Joe because it was convenient, Manny you were just at the right place at the right time”

He nodded silently, slowly in acceptance as she got dressed and left. She left nothing but her scent and the lingering aftermath of her words.

“Uh, excuse me...” Her eyes flung open as if woken from a peaceful slumber. Her back jolted in the sheer thought that it may be him behind her. Her Manny. Oh don’t be so stupid Maritza there are plenty of men in NYC that may be named Manny. “Officer Manny Santiago” She heard the footsteps behind her. “M’am” he walked closer uncertainly before pausing.

“Maritza?” Her name fell beneath his breath

“Sargent... Sargent Maritza Cruz” She smiled softly turning around. Her eyes meeting with his sharply, shutting twice quickly to make sure that she was focusing correctly.

“Manny”

“Guess you’ve been pretty busy Sargent” He muttered bitterly. “I was waiting for your call”

“Look, I’m sorry about that...” She sighed avoiding eye contact.

“You’re sorry!?” He muttered half heartedly the words reclaiming his ego. “Do you know how many women I have gone through trying to find one just like you…”

“Please Manny can we do this somewhere else?” She begged

“Alright... but your not going to run away like you did last time… I can’t do that again”

To say she was shocked was to say the least. That day that she left she truly did not think that she was going to see him again. She honestly thought that the night they had shared together was going to be there only one.

“Alright... Do you want to come over to my apartment... I’d kind like it if we kept this private... Okay?”

He nodded once in acknowledgement before turning and walking away. “Tonight 5 pm Sharp”

------ Later

She checked her reflection, arranging and rearranging careless locks of hair. Taking a great deal of care of how her reflection appeared. Her heart thumped loudly in apprehension of his arrival. Her eyes betrayed her, her fingers slipping against the tone of light pink applying it briskly to her lips.

Knock knock knock.

Her bare feet padded against her apartment door as she walked hurriedly towards the door. “Manny” she whispered breathlessly.

His breath hitched in his throat as he looked at her, scrutinizing the woman he made love to 18 years earlier. All of the anger dissolved being made redundant, his eyes fell to hers, and her lips were lightly glossed shining beneath the lights of her apartment, long ebony curls sat proudly against her chest. Her eyes had a light amount of eye shadow on them; her long lashes fell against her brow.

His complexion was smooth, slightly more stubble than what there had been last time she had seen him. His eyes remained the same, although the youthful spark of life was absent from them now. She moved slowly, to test the waters. Eyes sending a clear message.

“Are you still mad with me?” She cooed, her hand coming to rest as his waist, her slender fingers almost touching him.

“I was never mad in the first place..” He sighed leaning into her touch.

“What were you then? Bitter?” She refuted, her hand coming to rest flat against him.

“I was hurt... I loved you” He felt her hand clasp around him tightly jerking him towards her roughly. This was one thing he had noticed already, she had gone quite dominant. And quiet frankly, it was hot to see her like this. Her hand snaked around his waist, able fingers fiddling with his belt buckle snapping it free from the restraints of his pants.

“I never asked you to moan for me when I was long gone” She bit back her hands falling flat against his thighs her open hands caressing at the soft flesh beneath his jeans. “But I find it hot that you did” She moved closer her lips puckering open, her soft tongue darting out to taste him against her. “I’ve been thinking about you for a long time” She murmured resting her forehead against his chin inhaling his unique scent.

“Yeah” he whispered spanning hands across her back caressing exposed skin, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers “Me too, mostly.. By myself” He muttered against the silk of her curly hair.

Maritza smiled slyly as she turned around waving for him to come into her apartment. “Are you telling me...? That in all these years, you’ve been… you know playing with the monkey... while thinking of me” A furious blush crept into her complexion as she looked at him wide eyed and innocent. Her lips parting in understanding as her eyes met with his.

“Well... You know it’s been a long time... Dragons... need to be kept in shape” He muttered blushing. As he closed the door behind him.

“Can you show me?” she asked politely, tucking her knees under her legs as she leaned into the plush material of her lounge. Her eyes heated.

“I er... I thought we were talking...”

“We were…” She cooed. “And now… we’re playing, forgiving…”

“Reminiscing?”

She nodded pathetically as she battled within her mind. She should be talking not trying to seduce him. But as soon as she had layed her eyes on him, she’d felt the same giddy school girl take a hold of her and want him as much as she did back then.

“Can you show me” she suggested quirking a manicured eyebrow. She watched him as he swallowed hardly, his eyes looking for hers, for any sign that she was joking. “Please”

She patted the vacant space on the couch next to her urging him to sit down. He moved rigidly a little unsure of what he was getting himself into. His backside met the couch promptly, Her lips were captured between teeth in anticipation, she reached over to him grabbing a hold of the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head revealing his tone body, a soft sigh of awe falling over them.

“Show me” she whispered hotly into his ear lob her tongue extending to taste him.

He unbuttoned his jeans slowly, letting the zip slide down at a teasingly slow pace. She swallowed hardly leaning against his naked torso. Watched as he wiggled his hips allowing the rough denim to pool at his ankles, noticed the dark blue of his boxers against his olive complexion. He heard her whisper don’t be shy, and complied eagerly. He slipped his right hand beneath the waist band of his boxers, tapered fingers curling around the head of his hard cock, softly caressing the very tip of it. A long low moan of appreciation for his calloused finger tips rewarding him.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked aloud leaning against him heavily, her scent surrounding him, trapping him in a world where only she existed, her locks falling against his chest, her fingers tracing over the ripples of years and years of working out had prevailed.

“You” he sighed caressing the underside of his cock.

“Tell me” she purred, “what am I doing... what am I doing to you?”

“You’re not doing anything” He whispered moving his hands up and down. “It’s just me... I’m doing everything” He moaned, feeling the girth grow harder beneath his finger tips. "Look Maritza" He practically pleaded.

"What you think i'm going to wait for you to get yourself off? there's two of us here remember?" She stated matter of factly unbuttoning her shirt and letting it flutter to the floor. She winked as she snapped the belt free from the loops around her waist, the jeans falling to her ankles as she kicked them aside letting them slide across her floor.

She moved slowly at a taunting teasing pace, swinging her hips and running her hands against the planes of soft, smooth skin.

She reached him splaying her hands against his chest, before linking her arms around his neck and pulling him towards her, so that they were now in a standing position. She pointed one finger at him, the finger prodding against his chest as she walked forwards pushing him backwards.

She purposely tripped him so that he would fall into her hardwood floor. A strangled protest of Ow, was swallowed promptly by her soft lips, Her slender frame pushed against his gallant figure. Her fingers tugged sharply at hairs before coming to rest against his broad shoulders.

"I think your quite ready" She murmered grinding her hips against him and hooking her fingers beneath the waist band of the blue boxers before flinging them over her shoulders.

"18 years of foreplay" He moaned as her body made contact with his again, her own hands coming to rest at her back, a slight snapping sound as she unclipped her bra and let it fall beside them. She wasn't as shy as she had been once, she stood up quickly, slipping her own fingers beneath the sides of her panties before pulling them down sharply and kicking them aside.

She pinned his arms above his head, with her own hands, her chest pushing flush against his. Her eyes watching his reactions as she guided her hips towards his, taking in his entire length, lips captured against teeth as she felt his hips thrust upwards pushing him deeper inside of her. Her back arching towards him, her breasts flush against his chest. He protested futiely as she pinned his arms still with her hands. She began to move to a slow taunting rhythm, her hips rolling against him, pulling him deeper and deeper with every move, his hips rolling with hers, synchronized, A light sweat built upon them as they moved continously, eyes never leaving each other as he thrust within her. She finally let go of his hands, on their own accord they grasped tightly at her hips, pulling her roughly towards him, pulling him deeper and deeper.

Low moans of curses were let loose as the moved together, the need to feel each other no longer an item out of reach, his eyes rolling skyward as she bagan to get more vocal, her voice turning hoarse and low as she whispered his name to the roof, hot breaths of ectasy willing him to continue, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

She grasped ahold of his hands roughly jerking them from her hips to push them flush against her breasts, manipulating his fingers to squeeze them roughly. She needed to be thrown around a little. He complied willingly as she increased her pace, her body egging her on to continue. She let go as Manny thrust upwards and grasped tightly at her chest. Her body coming to lean against his chest as he thrust inside of her, her walls clamping against him begging him to come, he felt himself quiver, felt his balls begging to let go, he came and hard. His body left exhasted as he fell limp against the floor.

"I'm sorry.." she muttered to his chest, her breath leaving hot patches of persperation cold.

He smiled slyly..
"you've got one hell of a way to apologise"
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