Chapter Seven

 

 

“This isn’t the time for this, Monica.” RJ pulled the covers back and motioned for her to get into bed.

“I disagree.”

“My job is to watch you. To keep you safe. Even while you sleep. So, please… just get into bed. I don’t want to argue with you anymore today.”

“Why? Arguing earlier led to such good things.”

“Things that I shouldn’t have done. Things that, if you recall, I stopped.”

“Not because you wanted to.”

He turned around to see her standing before him, wearing a satin nighty that looked far too inviting for the resistance he was trying to portray.

Her eyes were filled with fire, just as they were earlier that day when they necked like a couple of horny, virgin teenagers who’d snuck away to the forest for some privacy.

His balls were already blue, the last thing he needed was for her to turn him on that much more. 

“Monica, don’t look at me like that.”

Her long hair rested just above her breasts, only adding further tease to the taunt she already created.

A small bead of sweat trickled down the back of his neck. It was all he could do to not rip her negligee off and kiss every inch of her sweet and sultry body.

Having already tasted the sweetness of her kiss, he wanted to taste so much more. He wanted to take in every bit of her until he’d feasted on all of her.

“Rodrigo…”

Her seductive whisper of his name was his final undoing. Closing the short distance between them he pressed his body up against hers, pushing her back and onto the bed.

Sweet fucking hell. She felt so good.

This was what he needed.

Her tongue met with his, stroking and dancing in a rhythmic motion while blood coursed through his veins. With every second that passed, he was growing harder than the last.

He moved his mouth down her neck, slowly licking and nibbling on every inch until he found his way to her tits.

Her nipples poked at the satin and he used the slippery fabric to tease her with his thumb, rubbing the taut little peaks in circular motions while gently pinching. 

The simple gesture must’ve felt as good to her as it did him. Pulling away from his kiss, she dropped her head back and moaned.

Her neck offered an inviting image that he couldn’t refuse. He closed his mouth and used his tongue as a guide while he worked his way up and down the column of her neck.

He slowed his movement when his mouth landed on the swell of her breast. He pulled the straps of her nighty down and took her dark round nipples into his mouth, sucking them in as though his life depended on it.

His ache for her was becoming unbearable. The more he touched, the more he wanted. And the more he wanted, the more he touched.

It was a never ending cycle of sweet torture that he never wanted to end.

Monica held the back of his head firmly against her breasts. Her body pressed against hers, he could feel her hips begin to grind against his. Hungry and desperate just like he was.

He moved his mouth over to her other nipple, his thumb and forefinger gently playing with the other. Her whimpers sounded heavenly, but he knew they would eventually be his undoing. It took every ounce of restraint to stop what they’d started in the forest earlier that day. And he had spent all day avoiding being alone with her to prevent this very moment from happening. But now that he was in the moment, he would’ve gladly shot anyone who dared to interrupt them.

His self-control was barely staying alive. His hand slid down her body and slid his hand below the band of her panties.

Sweet Jesus.

A thin line of hair, obviously shaved with precision, was all that separated his hand from dipping inside of her.

Her skin felt so hot. Her panties so wet.

With gentle precision, he slid his finger along the seam of her entrance and slowly slid in middle finger just past her lips and inside her pussy.

“You’re so wet...” he whispered breathlessly.

His cock hardened unbelievably so. It was heavy, thick and pounding with the need to drive into her.

“Rodrigo…”

The way she said his name sliced right through him. Teasing her, he pulled his finger out of her pussy and brought it up to her clit.

He expected it to feel good, but he anticipated her to scream.

With that littlest touch, molten juices flowed from her pussy and coated his hand as her chest heaved from rapid breaths. He slid his finger back inside her and felt the spasm of her pussy as it convulsed around his finger in the aftershock of her orgasm.

Primal needs consumed him, wondering what it would feel like to be surrounded by her as she screamed his name and pulsated around his cock.

Lifting his head, he met her gaze. Her eyes were locked on his while her breaths still came in rapid succession.

Her chocolate colored eyes seemed to be dancing with glowing embers, still hot and burning beneath the surface. He knew it would only take a gentle breeze to blow those glowing orbs into balls of passion and fire once again.

“Say something, say anything.” He urged.

“I want you, Rodrigo. I want to feel you inside of me.”

 

 

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Silence loomed over them while she waited for his reply. His dark eyes seemed so much darker in the dim light of her bedroom.

“If I… if we do that, everything will change.”

“Why is that so bad?”

“Because… damn it.” He pulled away, rolling onto his side.

“What is it? Is it me? Is it my father?”

“Both.”

“Are you afraid of what he’ll do to you if he were to find out? Because I won’t tell him. No one has to know.”

He shook his head. “I don’t work that way, Monica. If we go there. There’ll be no going back. Everything I’ve worked for in these past few years will have been for nothing.”

“There’s more to life than my father’s operation.”

“You think that’s what I’m worried about?”

“Well, isn’t it?”

“No. Shit no!” he started to move off of the bed, but she pulled him back toward her.

“Then what is it? You can trust me, Rodrigo. Even if you doubt that you can, I promise you can.”

“I want to believe you.”

“You can.”

“Babe,” he brushed his thumb across her cheek. “I’m not who you think I am. The reason I’m here… it’s –.”

“Shh… I don’t care. I don’t care who you are, or why you’re here in Colombia. I only care why you’re here in my bed.”

“I want you. I want you so fucking bad that it hurts.”

“Then take me, Rodrigo. I’m yours. All you have to do is take me.”

“If I go there,” he brushed the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. “I will do just that. I will take you. All of you, baby. And I won’t be able to stop this time.”

“Show me.”

She tilted her head up and pressed her lips to his. There were no words that would be sufficient to tell him how she felt about him. She would give all of herself. Whatever he wanted. Because he was what she needed.

Rodrigo pulled her close and swept his tongue into her mouth. She tugged at the hem of his shirt and slid her hands underneath the soft cotton fabric. His ab muscles contracted under her gentle touch as she trailed her fingertips along his skin.

Sliding her hands around his sides to his back, she dug her fingers into him as he ground his hardness against her.

“Please…” she whimpered.

He pulled away from their kiss and dropped his forehead against hers. Breathless and apparently as achy as she was, he gave her a warning.

“You’re like a drug. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Take me...”

He didn’t respond to her request. He just stared into her eyes for a moment. Her heartbeat echoed inside her while she watched him sit up and begin to unbutton his pants.

In just seconds he had managed to kick them off and toss them aside. His hard cock stood rigid and hard in the darkness. Protruding outward with so many invitations she wasn’t sure where to begin.

Her hands pulled at the hem of his shirt again, frantically trying to remove the barrier between them, so she could feel his warm skin against hers.

 

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Rodrigo pressed back down against her. Her hardened nipples all but drove him mad from wanting and needing so much more.

He braced himself up on his forearms. “I want to see you all of you.”

Not waiting for an answer, he pulled her to a sitting position and lifted the negligee off of her. Her perfectly round and plump breasts were staring at him, the tips of her nipples darkened and swollen with her arousal.

Next, he laid her back down and pulled at her panties, sliding them down her thighs as he took in the sight of her pussy. The little patch of hair she kept was sprinkled with evidence of her release. Wet and glistening in the moonlight that shone through the window.

There wasn’t an ounce of patience left in him. With his body so tense that he was sure he might explode, he ran his fingertips along the softest skin he’d ever felt.

His cock grew unbelievably harder. How he had no idea. The torture of wanting her never seemed to end.

His nostrils flared when he caught the scent of her arousal and he felt her hands dig into his shoulders as she widened her legs for him.

Dipping his head down, he trailed his tongue down until it slipped past her lips.

Heaven and Sin.

That was what she tasted like.

Heaven. And the sweetest mother fucking sin.

“Rodrigo...” she whispered his name.

He flicked his tongue across the sensitive nub that he brought such pleasure to just moments before.

He wanted her scream again.

He needed to hear it over and over again.

He alternated between slow and meticulous swipes of his tongue as they circled her entrance. It was taking all the restraint he had to not savagely drive into her like an animal.

Her taste, her scent, the feel of her skin. It was all so much more than he ever could have imagined.

It was that experience that became his undoing.

He needed to feel her get lost from him again.

He swiped his tongue across her clit again. With purpose and intention, he worked the sensitive nub with his mouth, forcing her body to let go while he fed off her.

“Oh, God…” She almost screamed, but he quickly muffled her mouth to keep from drawing the attention of the others.

His mouth was buried in between her thighs, coated with her wetness.

“Yes…there…” she bit her lower lip.

He held onto her body as she continued to shake and tremble under his touch. He waited, slowly coaxing her down with gentle kisses while waiting for her orgasm to subside.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and she barely seemed aware of her surroundings. “You’re so beautiful.”

In that moment he knew that everything that changed. This feeling wasn’t just physical. She was important to him, and whatever his mission had once been, it now had suddenly taken on new meaning.

He moved up on her body, positioning himself, he crawled between her thighs. Her gaze was locked on him.

He grasped his cock in his hand and slowly slid just past her lips, delving into her wet slit and stretching her opening. Her pussy was tight, hot and dripping.

He clenched his jaw and tried to hold on. He had barely begun, and he could already feel himself losing control. Her pussy held him like the sweetest velvet grip, surrounding him with luxurious warmth.

He watched her, cupping and squeezing her nipples as he drove into her. Deeper, using his grip on her waist to rock in and out of her, he looked down to see his dick, thick, hard and coated with her wetness as he slid in and out of her.

Sliding his thumb against her clit, he rubbed it vigorously. Her body jolted, still sensitive from the last two times he had taken her there and he watched in utter amazement as her body shook from every flick of his finger.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me, sweetheart.”

She covered her mouth, muffling her scream as her body arched back and began trembling.

Her pussy contracted around him, pumping him while her core flooded him with her hot juices.

His orgasm clawed at him, creeping up from the inside out until it finally exploded. His hips bucked wildly of their own accord as he felt the first of his release into her. He felt too lost, too entranced by the feeling she gave him to concentrate on anything other than the here and now.

He had no idea how much time had passed when he opened his eyes. With his hands still wrapped firmly around her, he fell to his side, taking her with him and then rolled to his back.

She curled her body up against his. His cock still semi-hard, laying lazily inside of her as they both tried to regain control of their breathing.

“Rodrigo?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your real name?”

He looked down at her. “RJ.”

She smiled. “I can’t believe you told me.”

“You asked.”

“I know, but… you are usually so good at arguing with me that I figured I was in for a fight.”

“I’m good at a lot of things, sweetheart.”

“Obviously.”

“Let’s get some sleep, okay? We’ll talk tomorrow.”

She nodded her agreement and cuddled her body against his.

For four years he had been working to take Tovar down. He put the mission before everything, even his own honor.

And now, one woman had changed everything.