one chicago one shots

Linstead

Erin's pov:

She had just experienced one of the hardest days on the job; a missing kid's body had been found and there were clear signs of sexual assault. But now, now that shift was over she just needed to hold him, to feel small against his large frame.

She unlocked their apartment door, hastily pushing it open and heading over to the kitchen to grab a beer. Suddenly she heard a moan coming from their bedroom, curious she decided to follow the sound. As she pushed open the bedroom door she was surprised to see that Jay was lying there, asleep. Another moan echoed through the room, this time of her name. This was gonna be fun, he was having a dream about her and she knew just how to help the story play out.

She moved swiftly into the room, removing her red shirt shortly followed bye her jeans. Slowly, she climbed into the bed, pulling the covers. Over her as she cautiously moved down.

She slowly pulled his boxers down, making sure not to touch him where he needed it most. Before long his fists were clenched and his moans were getting louder now as she continued her fast rythem. Finally he screamed out her name as he came. Waking up a hi ortly after. She removed herself and began to snuggle up to him when she was suddenly flipped over onto her back. Glancing up to his eyes slowly she was reassured that his movents were driven bye one thing, lust.

He immediately began kissing his way down her neck, relishing in her reactions as she pushed her head up in pleasure, shortly followed by her back arching as he began to move his delicate kisses down her shoulders pushing down her bra strap as he went.