Frantic with need but measured in how carefully he took to admiring and venerating her taut form, Reese allowed herself a moment to relax beneath him. She closed her eyes as Cole's hands and lips lay paths along her skin, warm fingertips and wet mouth eager to leave their lasting mark on soft flesh. Controlled breathing became shallow as he divested her of her favorite black bra, straps and lace falling to the floor. Unneeded, forgotten as the lieutenant's mouth took each nipple, encasing them in addictive, hot moisture.<br/><br/>"Cole," she gasped, gliding her fingers through his cropped hair and holding his head there as long as she could, milking the sensations as they blossomed from her breasts and quickly spread throughout her like wildfire. As she enjoyed his mouth, her back instinctively arched, pressing her sharp hips up against his downward pressure. Her hands began to bravely explore, cascading down the vertebrae of Cole's neck, around the firm caps of his shoulders, down<i>down </i>along the rippling muscles of his back until she had reached his waist. Still too clothed, still too much fabric for her liking. Their torsos pressed against one another, skin on skin, unburdened by frustrating layers. She looked to him as the sound of his voice touched her ears, noting the desire sewn into each syllable.<br/><br/>"You could do this all day?" she echoed, smirking. Her dark eyes twinkled as she stared up at him, fingers dancing along the edge of his pants. "And what makes you think I would allow you to do such a thing? Don't you realize we work on an unforgiving schedule?" Reese took her lower lip between her teeth, this time biting with intention. Her fingers had traveled around to his front, carefully unfastening the pants that irked her so. "Doesn't that feel better?" she whispered, loosening Cole's garments just enough to satisfy her. For the moment, anyway.<br/><br/>Wiggling beneath him and sliding against the smooth leather of the couch, Reese freed herself, elegantly slipping away like an otter through water until she stood before him. She stretched her arms high above her head, exposing the full, aesthetically pleasing roundness of her breasts and her hardened nipples, still tingling from Cole's oral manipulations.<br/><br/>"The couch is fun," she commented, lowering her hands until they sat on her hips. "But the bed is better." She moved with intention, curling her index finger toward Cole as she sauntered over to the expansive bed with crisp white sheets and a fluffy comforter such a deep shade of purple it was almost black.<br/><br/>As she reached the edge of the bed, back facing Cole, Reese began to slowly free herself of the too-warm denim. Down her hips, past the firm, perky ass, tumbling along her thighs until the pants were at her feet, kicked away without concern. Dressed in nothing more than her lacy thong with her brand new pistols strapped to her thighs, formerly hidden by the loose denim, Reese turned back on Cole, smiling.<br/><br/>"What do you think? I figure a little more room will do us well." Her thumbs hooked onto the thin strips of fabric that clung to her hips. She teased Cole with the sight, lowering them just enough to reveal the top of her pubic mound. "Come here, Cole. I want you to kiss me. Everywhere."