Buckling his seatbelt; Henry sunk down into the passenger side seat of Jo's car, and prepared to embark on their roughly five and a half mile journey; nervously stealing the occasional glance with his partner and temporary chauffeur as the car began to move. "May we talk about it now?.. In person?" He spoke.
"Talk about what?" She swallowed; adjusting her mirror. "Playing dumb will get you nowhere," he grinned; observing as her face began to take on pretty pink tint. "Are you blushing?" He chuckled. "No. I'm breaking out in a rash," she joked. "From all of my incessant babbling? That's not medically accurate.. In the slightest," he replied. "Fine. Let's talk," she sighed; starting to softly drum her fingers on the steering wheel. "We were just flirting.. Over the phone.." He began; the corners of his mouth curling up into a small smirk. "It's not like we haven't before," she replied; watching him lick his lips out of the corner of her eye. "Really? When?" He grinned. "Oh come on. I swear, you can be so.. Dense.. When it comes to these things," she responded. "I remember when we were doing our first case with Molly, and you couldn't take a hint from her either," she added; biting her lip. -Either-She thought; immediately regretting her word choice. "Are you telling me that I need to take a hint, Detective?.. From you?" He questioned; observing as her face became flushed once again. "That.. That's not what I meant," she stammered; trying to remain focussed on the road ahead. "Really? Because it sounds like.." He started. "Henry I'm trying to drive!" she snapped; electing to pull over to the side of the road. Her blood was boiling, and the butterflies in her stomach were reaching eagle-like dimensions. "Jo, do you like me?" He pressed; fearing he'd gone too far as he watched her unbuckle her seat belt. Grabbing his (dumb) face; she brushed her lips against his. Her head bobbed slightly as she hungrily chewed on his lips; Henry's eyes widening at the desire now showing through in her movements. Stepping over the gear shift; she crawled into his lap(not bothering to ask his permission), and started to slowly grind; looking to get as much out of this escapade as possible. -For she feared after this he wouldn't want to so much as talk to her again. "No. I love you," she finally answered; her words being muffled by his lips. "I love you more," he breathed; breaking away from the kiss. He offered her a gentle smile, and she returned it; peering down at the 'ruffle' in the fabric of his slacks, and reaching for it out of curiosity. Jo gently cupping his arousal; he bit his lip, and grabbed her hand; guiding her along his whole length. "So long," she murmured; Henry closely observing as her eyes darkened with lust; a strand of loose hair falling in her face. He felt her hand return to his base, and removed his; watching with amusement as she shut her eyes tight, and repeatedly, ever so slowly, ran her hand up and down his thick shaft. Grabbing her chin; he tilted her head upwards, and softly dabbed her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue; feeling her grip tighten around him. Leaning in closer; he ran his tongue along the perimeter of her lips, and created a moist outline; Jo practically purring as she felt his throbbing cock harden within her grip. "You like being licked don't you Dear?" He teased; hesitantly cupping her breasts, then relaxing as she didn't so much as flinch. "Yesss. Lick me all over," she moaned; feeling her face grow warm at the absurd thing she'd just said to her partner of all people. "Mm. I'd love to," he replied; sneaking two large, warm hands under her blouse, and placing them on her hips as he drew her closer. The way her back arched, and her ass came out gave him the chills. -He'd been with women like her before. -Let's just say that they're better at sex than the women whose backs are like boards during.-He thought; mindlessly fiddling with the lacy elastic part of her panties poking out the top of her slacks. "Get in the back and I'll do anything you want," she offered; the look in her eyes as she peered into his making him sweat. -She most definitely meant it. "O..On the side of the road.. Wouldn't that be an awfully public affair?" He blushed. "If you hadn't noticed, I'm in my marked car. No one will suspect anything suspicious coming from a car with sirens on top," she assured him; removing the key from the car's ignition and waiting for him to crawl into the back. Swallowing hard; he did as he was (practically) told, and sprawled out across the back seats; Jo crawling on top of him, and moaning as she brushed up against his throbbing arousal. He was fairly certain that seeing how sensitive she was at the moment had just created a dot on his boxer briefs. -He felt ready to explode. "Would you care to feel it.. Without clothing being in the way?" He asked. "Yes please," she smiled charmingly; climbing off of him, as to let him remove his slacks. Once they were discarded of, he ridded of his light blue boxer briefs, and let out a sigh of relief as his arousal flung free; able to breathe. Her heart hammering in her chest; she sprawled out across the back seats on her stomach, and placed her head in his lap; the sensation of her dancing tongue on his tip sending him over the edge. "Ohhhh yesss. Swallow itttt," he moaned; spewing in and over her fragile hands. As soon as she finished(not one drop landing on her seats), he pinned her on her back,and yanked her zipper down; pulling her slacks down around her ankles, and digging his nails into her hip bones as he nibbled on the lacy elastic of her panties, then pulled them down with his teeth. "I didn't have much dinner. I suppose I was hungry for something else," he mumbled; her thighs trembling as his sensual tone of voice. Putting her at ease; he briefly rubbed her thigh; patting it affectionately before trailing soft kisses inward; so focused that he'd failed to notice the fact that she'd removed her blouse, and was working on un-clasping the hooks of her bra. A smug grin playing across his lips; he slowly ran his tongue up, along her moist folds, and felt her shiver. "I love you," he whispered into her; kissing her silky, moist center, slowly and sensually; his tongue teasing her clit. "TAKE ME," she exclaimed; arching her back (exactly as he noted she had earlier), and digging her nails into his scalp. "Are you sure? Your phone isn't going to go off this time?" He teased; feeling her legs tighten around his head, and moaning hotly against the inside of her thigh. "I will throw it out the window, I swea.." She began. "Speak of the devil.." He chuckled; watching her phone vibrate on the dashboard. "Grab it," she sighed; unhappily taking it from him. "Hello?" She answered. "Jo? Where are you? Lieu is getting unhappy," Detective Hanson spoke. "I got a bit held up in traffic. I'll be there as soon as I can," she sighed; hanging up, and swiping her bra up off of the floor. Henry arching a boastful brow; she rolled her eyes, and threw his boxers at him. "Get dressed," she instructed. One phone call started there fun.. And another had ended it.
