Prime suspect

David didn't want to get up. Despite my suggestion, he wanted to stay there. It was too late though, Mickie had already made it to the bed, neither one of them bothering to get any clothes as they went under the covers. Even though they had just had sex with one another, he felt a sort of empty inside. There was no real meaning to their sex aside from just and urge to have it, no love, nothing and it was that which made David a bit sick. It was almost no different than having sex with a hooker and it was that thought that made him regret what he did.

He heard her say goodnight and he nodded turning his back as he began to close his eyes, wanting to hold her but not wanting to scare her. Despite everything that happened that day, it was him who felt alone and he took that as he fell sleep.
 
She found herself awake in middle of night, it took her mind a few minutes to realize where she was, what she had done, and just who she was with. She kissed along his arm and chest, whispering softly, "Are you awake?" she felt empty and she knew of at least one way to banish that feeling. Her hand moved down to coax his cock into awareness. Mickie felt a twinge of guilt that she planned to fuck him regardless of his state of consciousness. She moved her hand to her pussy taking just enough time to get ready for his large cock, she was on him before he could acknowledge being awake.
 
Even in sleep he craved for her. He wanted to be inside her to feel her soft feminine body on his as they fucked over and over. The urge became evident as he was once again hard, wanting Mickie more than anything. Her soft kisses passed into his sleep, the soft sensation making him all the more aroused. He awoke to her riding him bouncing on his cock. It seemed that his waitress wanted to serve dessert. He pulled her forward, letting her know he was awake as he kissed her, his hand on her ass wanting to continue with her.
 
She was glad when he woke up, while fucking his cock was fantastic even when he'd been slumbering, his hands and awareness was that much better. She leaned forward, kissing him her breasts pressing against him and she whispered one soft request, "I want to feel you buried inside me all night long and into the morning." What she meant was she wanted his cock to stay inside her as much as possible even when asleep and she was willing to fall asleep on top of so she could be connected to him all night long.
 
He would oblige by her request because he wanted it as well. Feeling her go up and down on his member felt right even if it was in some way wrong. But he didn't care, all he cared about was being with her. "You feel so good" it was all he could say as his lips returned to her's. His hand now moving up to her breast as his tongue danced with her. His other hand on her ass wanting to feel every inch of her body.
 
She rode him, low and easy, moving faster when his hand encouraged her to. Mickie was only half awake as his mouth latched onto an engorged nipple. Her tits seemed to always ache for his touch. From the first time she saw him she wanted him, and having him seemed surreal. She purred softly, hoping there were no neighbors to disturb as her purrs grew louder and then softer as his sweet cock rammed against her sweet spot.
 
David loved playing with her tits. His tongue tasting them as he sucked on them lovingly. His cock pumping into her sweet slit over and over. It felt amazing to fuck her, they were both insatiable with their need, addicted almost as they continued. He didn't care if anyone hear Mickie's little purrs, part of him almost wanted to people to hear her, it excited him.
 
She kept a steady pace for just long enough to minigasm, then she altered the speed, or depth, or angle before moving again, the slight pause between just enough to help center her mind. She wanted him to last and was doing everything she could to make that happen. Viagra four hours, she laughed as she made a casual note of the time, no need to risk his cock for her own vain desires.

Her ex had popped viagra once, to give him a stiffy, it had worked so well that she had kept him from cumming for just over four hours. At which time he ached so bad he couldn't cum anyway. He had punished her for that and she shuddered at the memory. She was glad for the darkness, it hid both her physical and emotional pain.
 
David was almost a godsend for Mickie to changed her pacing every so often. It was helped him keep himself from cumming too soon. Though his thrust became slow, he continued to press his cock deeper inside her feeling as if he had reached the end of her, his member stretching her. It was then that he began to kiss her softly, almost lovingly as he fucked. It was almost as if he cared about her, wanting to keep her safe from anything and anyone. As if he was falling for her.
 
She sped up a little needing to feel his cock pulse inside her. Mickie was already completely in lust with him, and loving his cock was easy. She wasn't looking forward to what tomorrow would bring. Even though she knew she was innocent, well her actions could be construed as trying to get him to fall for her and cover her guilt.

She pushed those thoughts aside as a bigger orgasm melted over her body, she gasped, sinking down upon him, just sitting there while her body and mind slowly drifted back to reality.
 
It was all a daze to David as he awoke that morning. Mickie laying on his body, while he did like it, he couldn't help but feel like a fool for what he had done. Yet despite his feeling he did not move nor make an attempt to push off him. His hand rested on her back as he then noticed something. That had revealed Mickie's few marks and bruises on her, there was way he could have done this to her. That's when it hit David, her deceased boyfriend must done this. It would explain the the broken lamp and torn apart house, then again it would serve as motive for her killing him.
 
She snuggled up against him for the rest of night, unconsciously feeling him slide out and caressing him and fitting herself upon him throughout the night. When she roused in the morning, she could feel his morning erection firmly inside her. It felt so good, her dark hair strewn across his chest as her face was concealed from him. She kissed and licked his skin, feeling the need to be close to him in ways more than just his dick.

She glanced up at him, seeing the look on his face, "Is something wrong?" she asked, she had forgotten about the bruises, especially the hand shaped ones on her arms. It was hard to believe 24 hours ago she had left her apartment after a nasty fight with her boyfriend ready to go to work.
 
There was something wrong and it wasn't just what they did last night. The marks on her body gave much motive in her killing her ex. He had seen it before, some asshole treats his girlfriend like shit, smacks her around like a rag doll and the next you know the woman kills the guy in cold blood. David had sympathy for any woman who were that situation, no woman deserve that, but the law was the law and if she killed him, she had to do the time. If it were true though, how did she do it. The body had no marks or any point of entry, poison perhaps. David was jumping ahead, after all she had said she was working that night and came home to see the man dead. If that were true, she'd at best be a person of interest. "Did he do this to you.... you boyfriend did he do this", David needed to know both a cop and simply for his sake. He hated guys who treated woman like dirt, it was always that angered him. "Just tell the truth, Mickie....please".
 
She bite her lower lip, and looked downward her eyes focused on his belly button, her words soft, the sounds of a woman who has been beaten down for so long that she has stopped believing that there is a sun, much less sunshine.

One slow tear rolled down her cheek as she nodded, "He likes to get rough." She didn't add that his alcoholic binges impaired his ability and made him worse, which led him to drink, which impaired his ability and so on in a vicious cycle lately.

"I didn't kill him," her soft words were inflected with the truth and her tear glistened eyes looked up at him. "I was driving home when it happened, I took the long way, work probably won't be an alibi for time of death." She blurted it all out, feeling relieved at telling him, and fearful that this wonderful loving man would not believe her.

"I understand if you need to handcuff me or whatever." She held out her wrists together her expression brave, erotic, as she offered to let him restrain her.
 
Mickie was only speaking in half truths and it was all too clear with tears. The fact that she barely answered his question made it all to obvious, the tears in her eye's the look back as she remembered the pain he ex put her though. Her face was betraying her and David could see it, he was detective after all . "He did use to hurt you, didn't here?", there was no more denying it anymore.

He listened to her alibi. It was the same as she gave the police, no change, nothing. He believed her when she said she didn't kill him, there was coldness in her eyes, nothing that gave off the impression that she was happy he was dead. Even the best liars conveyed some sort of cold stare, but Mickie's eyes shifted she like someone beaten down only to feel that the worst was yet to come. He looked as Mickie held her hand, thinking she needed to be cuffed "I'm not going to do that" said David holding her hands "Look Mickie, if you are innocent then I'll prove it, but I need your full cooperation, got it?".
 
She nodded, unable to reveal that when he'd been unable to perform he'd used other objects on her body taking out his frustration with an assortment of dick substitutes and since he knew how her body responded he had made her enjoy the dark torment.

Her offer of being restrained had been sincere, her ex hadn't like it when she fought back but he had been too dim to consider tying her up. She often wondered why she stayed and then he would have a sober moment and fuck her tenderly.

"Anything you need, I will do my best to provide." She hadn't considered the bruises were evidence, at least not in her favor.
 
David nodded as she replied. He was glad that she was willing to cooperate, anything else would only make her seem guilty. Mickie had a lot to lose if she didn't help and maybe she saw that. There was a sort sweetness to it all, not just the fact that she was on top of him as they were still nude the also with David acting as her savior, proving this lovely waitress was innocent of killing anyone.

"Now you said you were working before you go home, we can easily confirm that with you manager. But you also said that you took the long way home, exactly what path did you take home?" David had to take it one piece at a time. There was word on cause of death by the coroner but reports had said she called paramedics 10 minutes before they arrived and the body was quite cold.
 
"After this morning, well I hoped he would be passed out by the time I got home, it normally takes about 10 minutes to drive home with all the lights cooperating. 15 would be stretching it, and I probably drove for twice that. I'd have to look at a map." She paused, "I didn't want to go home."

She was biting her lower lip again, feeling a little odd about being questioned while being ON him.
 
David wished she had known at least one street she took that day, if she went passed a light, he could easily ask for camera surveillance feed around the light which would pinpoint where she was. "That's fine for now, I can work with that I think" he said. It then he truly notice her still on top of him, truth be told, he liked he body on his, he didn't want her off. "I guess we should get up" he said reluctantly.
 
"I'd like to get off, before I get off." She blushed the color enhancing her nipples and heightening the color of her bruises. She could feel him thick and warm inside her, it was such a nice feeling. The body it was attached to was pretty nice as well. "If that's okay with you," she stammered slightly, not wanting to make it seem like she only wanted him for his dick, though it was a very nice dick.
 
David couldn't help but smile at Mickie's little provocative statement. To be honest he did want to have a bit more fun with her despite the fact that she was still a suspect. "Well we could get more acquainted somewhere else" he said his hand running along her ass "Like say the shower".
 
"I suppose," she ran her hands slowly up his torso to his shoulders. Mickie was petite in comparision to the tall detective, and found herself enjoying the idea of him holding her in order to fuck her. She gently moved up off his lovely morning wood and shyly slipped off the bed. She remembered where the bathroom was and set out to start a shower.

She took a moment to splash water on her face, feeling a little lost looking at herself in the mirror.
 
David followed Mickie as she went to the bathroom. Steam already filling the room as he entered. He wrapped his arms around her lifting her hand looking at the marks on her. He wished he could take, but he knew the best he could ever do was let them heal. He lead in the shower, it started innocently as it could get as stayed behind her. Lathering her body and letting the suds cover giving her a small kiss ever now and then on her neck.
 
She did her best to relax, sometimes it was so easy to just let her guard down and open herself up. The warm water was more soothing now, with his warm body behind her, his warm hands lathering her body. She turned her head enough to great his lips, he was being so gentle, as if by admitting the existence of the bruises he admitted she needed to be treated delicately.

Her nipples were tingling again, hardening into sensitive nubs, each caress of his hands making her feel more tender towards him. "Please take me," she moaned her fingers reaching behind her to find his cock. Her touch more assertive, as her response to feeling aroused was to initiate sex.
 
It was sort of odd. She had been hurt so much in her past relationship yet she approached sex so casually. His hand stroked David's hard cock, he body responded to even the most innocent of touches. It was as if she only gave something because she wanted something in return. "Wait" he said as he took her hand of him. He turned her back against the shower wall as he kissed fondling her breast as his kiss went lower down to her stomach, lovingly kissing her around her belly button before making his way between her thighs.

The water cascaded over him his fingers as he began t play along her labia. He looked up at her for a moment before, letting his tongue touch her clit. His tongue being very gentle. He wanted to let her know that this about her getting off and not him necessarily.
 
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