Two weeks. 

     Two whole weeks had passed since she’d seen Ortíz. Rae had her fair share of work to keep her busy, but by the end of the first week his absence had become something that weighed on her. He texted and called when he could, updating her on the investigation, but every time they communicated, it was strictly business owing to the detective’s one-track mind when it came to his job. Being so close to tracking Sino Heit, Ortíz was like a dog with a bone, unwilling to let go or look away for fear that Heit might disappear. Following a series of trustworthy leads, he’d been able to shadow the mafioso to several locations, but Heit was cautious and didn’t frequent any single place. He didn’t even stay more than two nights in the same hotel. 

    Rae sighed heavily and plopped onto the bed, fresh from the shower. Her regulars had come to her for the evening and the red numbers on her nightstand signaled at the wee hours of the morning. She sighed again, feeling in her tightly-strung frame just how much she missed Ortíz. She hoped he’d call soon and at least let her hear his deep, soothing voice and slight accent. She missed the heat of his body, his warm, rough hands which never seemed to be rushed, always taking their time to feel every plane, ridge, and curve. She settled into her pillows and found her hands untying her robe’s silk belt. Her knees slowly spread apart and in the mirror across the room she saw her pussy was red and abused, but still it throbbed for more at the thought of the detective. Her eyes closed and she remembered the shower they shared. Ortíz’s skin that seemed to grow hotter with each of her caresses, water glistening over well-defined muscles, and fuck- his dark, bite-able nipples. 

    Rae’s eyes shot open and she exhaled sharply. Shit. She hesitated. Fantasizing about Ortíz felt extremely naughty; it was like she was some virgin, hesitantly experimenting with their sexuality, feeling shame over masturbation. “Fuuuuuck,” she groaned into her hands. What the fuck was going on? Why did she feel so embarrassed? “Screw this,” she muttered. She was done torturing herself over ethics. Ortíz never had to know. She leaned over the edge of the mattress and dug her favorite vibrator out from her nightstand. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. Ortíz wasn’t there to drive her insane with his teasing and she sure as hell wasn’t going to torture herself. 

    She switched on the rabbit and gasped when it accidentally grazed an exposed nipple. She felt like a live wire, so sensitive and so fucking needy. Laying back on her pillows, she held the vibrator to her breast and massaged her clit with her free hand. Her fingers felt cold in comparison to the burning heat between her thighs. An image of Ortíz’s face between her legs appeared in her mind. His breath tickled her sensitive skin and his mouth latched onto her like he was going to suck her soul out of her clit. He’d stopped right before she came, like the fucking tease he was, but her fingers didn’t- instead applying more pressure. Rae thought of the way his breath hitched when he was surprised, the way his body tensed right before he let go of whatever reservations he held. The way he groaned when he allowed her to dominate him and… his sadistic side that was new to them both. She thought of the sweet smile he’d given her when she begged and cried. His cold, calculating eyes as he tested her limits. His fist in her hair and his mouth on her throat. She inserted the vibrator, hips bucking, her breath tense shudders. She instinctively clapped a hand over her mouth, the irrational embarrassment still lingering. 

Her phone rang then. She glanced at the lit screen and saw Ortíz’s name through her blurry vision. Rae’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of being discovered but she didn’t switch off the vibrator. She was so close. Rashly pushing away the alarms in her head, she answered. “Hello?” It was breathless, and high-pitched. She groaned internally. You’re gonna get caught.    

    “Amor, you’re still up.” 

    She breathed in shakily and her pussy clenched around the vibrator at the drawl of his voice. He sounded tired yet relaxed; his rougher tone was evidence of a long day. “Mm,” she replied, afraid of attempting to form any other words. “I have good news,” he said. “But I’ll tell you about it another time. It’s late and I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you.” 

     She bit her knuckle trying to regain some composure but failed miserably. “I miss you too,” she groaned into the speaker. She gasped softly as the vibrator shifted with the movement of her hips and hit a better spot. 

   “Rae.”

     Ortíz’s voiced shifted her focus back to him. His voice was different, strained, with an undertone warning. He knows. “Ortíz,” she breathed back in a whimper. “I’m so fucking close, babe.” A tortured groan came from his end. It was silent for a moment, then his voice sounded clear and demanding. “Come for me, Rae.” 

    She did. Rae cried out at the force of her orgasm, dropping the phone to clutch her bedsheets and she was flying. Her eyes rolled upwards and her vision became unfocused as her legs shook. She called out Ortíz name, riding out the sensations until her tremors subsided and switched off the rabbit with ragged breathing. 

    “Mierda.”

  It was Ortíz, but it didn’t come from a phone speaker. Her eyes finally regained focus and it took a moment for her blissed mind to process that he was there, standing before her in their room. He was fully dressed in his usual formal attire and a hand came up to loosen his navy tie, but his eyes never left her. A craze was very thin veiled in his gaze, and the muscle in his jaw was wound so tight she could see it tick. 

     That sense of embarrassment washed over her stronger than before in her post-orgasm clarity and her face flushed. She moved to cover herself but Ortíz reached her bedside in three long strides and stopped her. He silently held her stare as he reached for the vibrator still inside her. It slid out easily with a soft squelch and a shiver from her inner thighs. She couldn’t help herself. He was finally there, next to her, and he still hadn’t touched her, held her, kissed her. “I want you.”

    That was all he needed. He walked around the mattress to the very end of the bed. In a smooth movement, he grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. In the next moment, he threw his belt to the floor, undid his zipper, and pounded into her in a single thrust. She felt as if all her nerve endings burst aflame at the sensation, a beautiful pressure building at the crown of her head and in her belly. Ortíz firmly gripped Rae by the elbows and hoisted her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, stars filling her vision at how deep he was inside her. He kept pushing in further as he strode over to the wall and pinned her against it. In his arms, she was at his eye-level. Taking her opportunity, she readjusted her hold around him and she kissed him while she rode him, midair. He groaned against her mouth and pressed his entire weight against her so she was completely pinned. Her cry was silenced in his lips and they both relished in the feel of each other after too long a separation. He continued to pound into her then, rough yet paced strokes, his relentless mouth stealing her screams. 

    Tears streamed down Rae’s face as her orgasms hit her one after another until she couldn’t tell up from down and she toed the edge of consciousness. Ortíz finally broke their kiss at the arrival of his own orgasm, pulling out from her and finishing against her belly. He moaned and shuddered, still pressed tightly against her and leaned his head on her shoulder.

    “You were gone too long,” Rae finally said against his hair. He pulled away and met her eyes. She knew then that he’d missed her just as much as she’d missed him. “I’m sorry,” he replied. His hazel eyes were soft, expression sincere. She pressed her forehead against his and breathed in deeply, grounding herself in his presence. “I’m glad you’re back,” she sighed. He kissed her softly. “Me too.” 

       Ortíz carried her back to the bed and wiped her down. His chuckle broke the silence. “That was quite the welcome, eh?” 

    Rae groaned and buried her face in her hands, mortified. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

     Ortíz’s eyes shined with humor. “You were busy. I didn’t want to interrupt.” Rae groaned again, pulling her knees up to her chest. He laughed softly, stripping his soiled clothes and guided them both under the covers. Rae followed easily, intertwining her legs with his and wrapping an arm snuggly around his middle. Settled with the lights off, Ortíz asked, “Why are you so embarrassed?”  

    Rae couldn’t meet his eyes when she replied. “That was my first time… fantasizing about someone I knew and… wanted.” Ortíz pulled her closer, until she was flush against his chest and tucked under his chin. “You have my enthusiastic approval to put every memory of me in your spank bank.” Rae groaned again, wishing there was some hole she could crawl in. “Please, just forget it ever happened.” 

     Ortíz kissed her crown. “Never, amor.”