Vixen

 

She had him right where she wanted him, pressed up against the wall, his shirt haphazard and half ripped off, with his jeans gapped open. Nothing, absolutely nothing, had ever been sexier to her. The rooms they’d appointed for them were more like cabin rooms on a cruise with no windows and a seal on the door, but it might have well been luxury accommodations as far as she was concerned. They had a safe place in the underground bunker to rest in, and they wouldn’t be bothered.

She needed to feel alive, to know they’d made it. His stomach clenched under her fingertips. How had she never explored him? The lines of his muscles tempted her, the curve of is chest muscles heated her blood, and his wicked smile made her knees week. When he opened his mouth to speak she placed a finger over his lips.

“Just, let me do this. Please?”

He studied her eyes for a moment before he nodded and rested back against the wall. With deft fingers, she stripped him of his shirt. Her fingertips danced along his muscles. Like he’d done when he’d had his face between her legs, she studied ever inflection, twist, or catch in his breath. She memorized the strength in his arms and the narrowness of his waist. His broad shoulders could hold the world, her world, and she loved it. Heat blazed from his skin, searing her fingertips, but she held on. God, she pressed into his heat and loved the burn. She used her hair to tease his chest for a moment before she lifted her shirt up and over her head.

Once less article of clothing blocking them.

She pressed her hands down his sides, catching his underwear and pants along with it, before taking it over his hips and down his legs. His thighs were like trunks, and his cock, long and thick, slapped her face as it bobbed, freed from confines. She licked her lips in anticipation. Tonight, she wouldn’t ignore a piece of him. Her life as an SIS agent couldn’t be easily passed off, and she’d have to make quite a bit of changes to get back to her SEAL, but she would. Every kiss would be a promise, every flick of her tongue a seal of the deal. She wouldn’t let go of him, and she wanted to savor this time with him until she could be with him again. Once she had him stripped, she stepped back and admired her work. He rippled with muscle and dangerous prowess, and he belonged to her.

“Go lay on the bed,” she demanded.

“I love it when you’re all commanding,” he told her. He did what she commanded, and her pussy melted at the sight of his ass and back muscles flexing with each step. It should have been illegal to look that damn good.

She flicked the rivet of her jeans open and kicked the material off her legs, wanting to be just as naked as he. The bed creaked and she had to be thankful for the soundproof walls. She had no intention of being quiet and she would make sure they’d go until the damn bed broke.

“How do you want me?” he asked.

“Flat on your back, and legs open, I’m going to need some room.”

He shrugged and went with it. Such a good boy, and he deserved a reward. She started at the bottom, kissing her way down his big toe and over the top of his foot. She paid homage to every part of him, from the delicate bones in his feet, to the knobbed ankle. Her tongue snaked out to taste the salt on his Achille’s Heel and then nipped her way up his calf. Wiry hair tickled her tongue, but he tasted too good to let go. Warm and musky, his scent wafted to her and made her salivate. She lifted his leg a bit and curled her tongue on the back of his knee.

“Aye, Dios mio,” he moaned.

“You like that?”

“Sί.”

She smiled against his flesh and did it again, before switching to the other leg, and giving it the same treatment. Her hands found his thighs and she massaged his tight muscles and kissed in between until he relaxed. Then her prize was just inches from her darting tongue, but she forced herself to ignore his heavy ball sac and his cock. He deserved to be pampered. She massaged her way over his groin and to his chest. She took her time, working each muscle group and learning his body.

“I could dream away, like this,” his whispered.

“Are you sure that’s your fantasy?” she asked,

But she didn’t give him a chance to answer. Instead she swooped down and licked her way from the head of his shaft to the root.

“Más,” he demanded.

“When I’m ready.”

Teasing was the name of the game. Her tongue danced over his rigid cock and down to his balls. She sampled the velvety skin and sucked one ball into her mouth. As she let her mouth fill with saliva, she lapped at the second ball, and let spit drip down over him. When she let go, his balls glistened and she smiled.

“Let’s see how wet I can make you,” she whispered.

She coated him with her saliva and then sucked along the underside of his cock. She’d never had a man as big as him, and she knew her jaw would get a bit of a workout, but she was determined to swallow him down. She started slowly, only at the head, and used suction to pull the bulbous helmet in and out of her mouth without using her hands. His back arched off the bed as she traced the underside of his head with her tongue before she flicked it into the slit at the top.

“Fuck. Dame. Chupa todo el camino hecho,” he demanded.

She didn’t know what he said, but the sound of Spanish rushing out of him made her so fucking hot. In appreciation, she sucked him down further. He hit the back of her throat, and she’d only gone down a bit over half way. This is going to stretch, she thought. She worked up and down on him, letting saliva slid down and slick him. The extra glide would help with friction. With each downward pass, she let her throat relax more, and switch to breathing through her nose. He slid in deeper and pressed past the back her throat. Her gag reflex tried to engage but she breathed through it, and kept sucking. To distract herself, she played with his balls, rolling them between her fingers and tugging their heavy weight down.

Cry Baby bucked his hips in a jerky movement, and it force him in deeper than she expected. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she held on and swallowed. With a slight resistance, her throat gave and her nose pressed into his curly pubic hair.

“Dios mio. Yes, dammit, T. Right there.”

His fingers speared into her hair and clenched tight. Pinpricks of sensation raced over her scalp, the bit of pain an edge to the pleasure of sucking him, and her pussy wept. Even when he pumped, fucking her face with long hard strokes, she wanted more. His taste, the smell, the tiny flinches in his muscles, all mapped a line of need. Need she’d produced in him.

“I’m gonna fucking come if you keep going like that.”

She pumped against him, adding friction and he groaned long and deep. As his body tensed she reared away from him and scrambled over his shaking form.

“Not yet,” she teased.

But she put him out of his misery. She needed this too, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She aligned her dripping pussy over his cock and slammed down in one smooth stroke. They groaned together, and then she set a punishing rhythm. Her ass slapped his thighs, and he gripped her breasts as they swung back and forth. They were warriors, battling, fighting for their climax. Where it has started with sweet emotions and caresses, now the waged war. He crashed against her and tweaked her nipples while she swirled her hips and made her ass bounce on his cock. When it wasn’t enough she tightened her core like a fist and ground down on his dick.

“Make me come, baby,” she whimpered.

He let go of her breasts and wrapped his big hands around her waist.

“Hold on.”

She squeezed his shoulders and he bucked. He took her breath away. He held her just a bit up in the air and fucked her like a man possess, his thrust hitting harder, and further than it had before. Each tap struck an epicenter of nerves deep inside that illuminated her bloodstream and made her light headed. Her climax crested on the edge, so close she could taste it. Right here, with him, was the only place she ever wanted to be. Emotions bubbled through her and she didn’t know if she could speak the words out loud. Her throat locked and she couldn’t make a single sound, but she tried to convey it with her touch, the way her body wept against his.

“Te quiero,” he whispered. His soft, reverent voice filtered up to her and she looked down. It was there, in his eyes, in the glisten of tears.

He cries when others cannot.

She nodded, understanding and accepting.

“I love you too.”

The world exploded and she rode out the most profound climax in her life, and then fell asleep in her lover’s arms.