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"Señor Libertad," Micki calls out animatedly as she waltzes into her home. She hangs her belt on the rack near the door and looks around the dimly lit house for Trey.
When he pops out from around the corner she is both surprised and elated. They always have their fun with these little games. Even though he's been a more common presence in her life recently, it always excites her to come home to someone. More specifically, her someone.
She appreciated his continuous support for her. The fact that he was there for her when she had no one else to depend on. He'd helped her figure out a case that was very important to her duties as a ranger and as a Mexican woman.
He helped her deliver justice to Delia and restore her father's reputation. Enzo Carillo had been innocent. He had worked to turn his life around, and what happened to him was sickening to say the least. She finds solace in the fact that she could offer Delia some semblance of comfort and was happy that she could return to Mexico to be with the rest of her family.
She made sure to emphasize to Trey how essential his perspective and encouragement had been in helping her solve the case. He may have framed her Lady Libertad sketch and called her a hero, but he was her hero in many ways. He loved her, supported her, and brought out the best in her. He'd be her hero even if he didn't look like a Marvel character in his towel cape.
But he does. Look like a Marvel superhero, that is. His many muscles and defined ridges calling to Micki. She'd become reacquainted with them in the weeks following his most recent, and permanent, visit to her home. With his every movement, she can't help but stare at the way they flex. She always forgets how to breathe properly when they tense and strain under the touch of her palms and mouth.
His biceps were currently under the caress of her fingers as she looks at him with a smirk, one eyebrow raised mischievously.
"I like you in this cape, Señor," she says pointedly drawing out the last part.
"Is that so?," he responds leaning down for a kiss. She pulls back and clicks her tongue. To which he bites back a laugh in response. His scheming girlfriend had an idea, and he was almost completely sure he'd like whatever it was.
"I like being Lady Libertad, but right now I want Señor Libertad to come help me with a dilemma I'm having," she whispers seductively in his ear, running her tongue over it to emphasize her breathy request. She puts space in between them as she looks into his eyes and starts to speak again.
"You wait here, and I'll call for you," she tells him with a smirk before she turns on her heel and disappears into the bedroom.
Trey watches her hips sway until she's no longer visible from behind the closed door of the bedroom. He stands waiting, intrigued. Eager to find out what play his girlfriend was leading him into. He's already hard in his pants and is sure he can get off from nearly any naughty thing that ensues when she calls him into the room.
His attention is spiked when he hears a light gasp, he knows he'll be entering the scenario soon. Tightening the cape around his upper chest, he hurries towards the door as soon as he hears "Señor” yelled from the other side.
As soon as he walks into the bedroom he's greeted with the sight of Micki on what has become their shared bed. Her long hair cascades over her shoulders. Her pants are gone and her uniform top is unbuttoned. Her bra is discarded somewhere on the floor and her unbound breasts are mostly visible from underneath the open shirt.
What catches him most by surprise, however, are her ripped panties. The lace fabric is torn down the middle to reveal Micki rubbing her glistening folds with two fingers.
"Fuck," he breathes out.
She's looking directly at him. Her pupils are so dilated that her eyes look black rather than brown, even with the bedside lamp illuminating her gorgeous face. She's biting her lip, but her light whimpers still coax him over to the bed. She's calling for him without speaking.
But even though this was a new play, he knew the game. She wanted him to wait until she called out for him. So he stopped stalking towards the bed and held his position. He feels himself growing impossibly harder as he watches her work herself up.
But then she does talk. Her voice raspy with arousal as she continues to seduce him towards her. "Please, Señor, I need your help."
That's all the invitation he needs. He flies towards the bed, grabbing onto her wrist and removing her hand from her dripping core, replacing it with his own. They gasp into each other's mouths at the first contact and he pulls back, looking her directly into her eyes as he speaks.
"What seems to be the problem, ma'am," he says. There's an edge to his voice that Micki immediately recognizes as arousal.
"I need you to help me come," she gasps out in response. "I need you so bad it's almost painful."
Just as soon as the words are out her mouth, his mouth covers hers roughly as he thrusts two fingers deep inside her. She grips his back tightly underneath his cape and scratches across his shoulder blades. She clenches at the feeling of his muscles tensing under her touch.
She feels him remove the remnants of her torn underwear with the hand that's not deep inside her. She's close to cumming and when his thumb makes contact with her clit she's shooting off after a few passes.
She takes one hand from off his shoulders, using it to grab his wrist and bring his fingers up to her lips. Maintaining eye contact, she sucks his sticky fingers into her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks and humming. With the grip she still has on his wrist she pulls his fingers out before guiding them back in, mirroring the treatment she'd often given to his member.
As she alternates between lightly licking, and sucking his fingers into her mouth, he lines himself up with her entrance. He hadn't even bothered taking his pants off, just unzipping them and releasing himself from the confines of his briefs. He enters her in one smooth thrust and her teeth lightly graze his fingers at the intrusion.
She gasps out a desperate "yes" as he bottoms out. Composing himself before starting a hard and fast pace that is sure to have them both falling over the edge soon.
She grasps onto the sides of his face as they keep eye contact while he drives himself into her. Her mouth is agape and her pants accompany his grunts with each thrust. Her breasts bounce from underneath her unbuttoned top, and he reaches down to pinch one as he continues to fuck into her. He feels the strain in the sole arm holding him up, as well as all his other muscles. But when she whines at the extra stimulation it makes it worth it.
She begins running her hands over his short hair. Massaging his scalp with the pads of her fingers. He can't help the moans that escape him, not that he'd want to. He wants to vocalize how much he enjoys being with her, even if he's not able to form comprehensible words at the moment.
He feels her stiffen before she begins to spasm. Sucking him deeper inside her as she reaches her peak. He's not far behind, releasing deep inside her before he collapses. He does his best not to crush her under his weight.
As he's coming back to himself, he vaguely feels her removing his cape. Her gentle hands running over his glistening back as he softens inside her. She whines when he pulls out and he kisses her as he drags two fingers through her folds. Holding them up to her lips, loving the way she licks them clean.
"Thanks for helping me, Señor," she says teasingly after thoroughly cleaning his fingers for the second time that night.
"We're definitely doing this one again," Trey responds breathily.
"Is that so?," Micki asks with a smirk. Her nails lightly scratching at his scalp.
"Yeah but next time if I'm going to be a hero the stakes should probably be higher," he says running his hand over her breast.
"Oh, what did you have in mind?," she asks, feigning innocence.
"Maybe you'll be tied up, then you'll really need help," he says deeply. He doesn't miss the way her eyes slightly widen, cheeks reddening before she quickly regains composure.
"Ok, but only if you'll do the bull riding one with me again," she teases.
"Babe that was embarrassing," he half pouts.
"It was sexy and you loved it," she laughs out.
"Whatever you say."
Before she can respond he removes himself from her and gets off the bed. Picking her up and carrying her towards the shower.