The Espionage Effect(53)
When finally he ceased, left my body wasted, my mind reeling, he launched upright, never releasing his tight grip on my ass. The sudden movement jostled me away from the wall, then shot me farther up its rough surface as he spread my thighs wide and positioned his body between them.
His gaze locked on to mine, eyes wild with desire. Pinned by his upper body to a stone wall whose cold began to seep through his protective tuxedo jacket, I loosened my hold on his hair and raked my fingernails along his scalp. “Take me,” I breathed.
I wanted to give this man pleasure. Needed him to drown in it, revel in its consuming nature.
His slight shift caused my hands to drop back to his shoulders as he angled one of his arms downward. To his pocket?
When he brought his hand up, pinched between his long fingers was a gold foil packet. Then he ripped the corner open with his teeth. “Put it on me,” he growled between heaving breaths.
“Packing condoms now?” I teased, taking the opened packet from him and pulling out the soft roll. We’d made no promises of exclusivity, and he’d had no idea I’d planned to come tonight. Just because we’d decided to go without protection, didn’t mean he’d risk himself with another. A surprising pang of jealousy twanged through me. I didn’t like the thought of him being with anyone else—whether or not I had the right to be possessive of him.
I reached down between us and unzipped his pants. When his erection sprang free, I caught the heavy, rigid length in my hand, then slid loosened fingers up its generous girth, marveling at the silken skin that had stretched so taut.
“Condoms have other uses,” he ground out as I reached the ridge of his tip, then brushed a finger at the sensitive point on the underside of the crown.
“Oh?” My reply was entirely half-distracted. I had no idea what he referred to, but didn’t care in the least as I unrolled the soft sheath over him, using the fingers of both hands to be able to encircle him.
“No more talk.” He grunted out the last word when my fingers hit the base of his shaft, then drifted lower to skim beneath his balls, lifting. In the span of the next second, my hands were nearly crushed between us as he dragged back, caught his tip at my entrance, then thrust upward.
I gasped, breathless as he stretched and filled me. My hands shot up, pressing against his chest. He eased back, then drove upward, fully seating into the very depths of me.
His head tilted forward, dropping until his forehead touched mine. I closed my eyes, savoring the tender moment. What we shared was primal: sex, need, and satisfaction in the most basic of forms. But behind the masks we wore, underneath the shields we’d erected but dropped only for one another, we were a man and a woman, once children who’d been orphaned from love, unable to fully trust—until now.
No matter how brief our relationship, no one on earth could take away the moments we’d stolen together for ourselves.
On my next breath, the poignant moment vanished. He gripped my ass tighter with both hands, rendering me immobile. Then he pulled back and thrust deep. Holding there, he ground his pelvis against my clit, firing a fresh round of sparking arousal along every nerve ending.
Slow and steady, he continued, pounding into me with enough force to build another powerful orgasm within reach. I arched away from the wall, trusted the strength of his arms, balancing myself between his hold and the unforgiving stone behind me.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, dropping my lips into the crook of his neck. I softly bit into the tender skin there, afraid if I didn’t occupy my mouth in some way, I wouldn’t be able to stop my impending scream.
After another forceful deep thrust, he paused. Then his head dropped until his lips pressed against my neck, vibrating a low, pained groan there.
My skin flushed hot, every nerve ending sizzling. A pulse of pleasure tore a whimper from my throat before my body began to quiver from head to toe, hovering on an erotic razor’s edge.
Then slower than I ever imagined possible, he dragged his cock backward, inch by slow inch, as some distant part of my mind measured by ragged heartbeats, eight…nine…
All of a sudden, he slammed forward, and a fiery bolt of lightning flashed through my body. My breath caught as pleasure whipped, then coiled tight, the pressure nearly unbearable.
His entire body froze, every muscle strained.
We both jerked at the same time. I screamed into his shoulder as his low growl rumbled over my neck. The pulses of my orgasm washed through me, clenching around his cock as his own release surged free.
In incremental degrees, the tension in our bodies relaxed. Our breaths began to deepen, slowing with every inhalation. My erratic pulse lagged behind but eventually fell in line with the rest of my body. My hazy mind drifted down to earth last, having soared with a near out-of-body experience.
I heard his loud swallow as he eased back from the pinned position he’d nearly crushed me in when he’d lost control. Then he stared intensely at me, gaze searching mine. A flicker of confusion flashed over his expression before a hardened mask slipped back in place, like he wouldn’t allow uncertainty—definitely not while on mission, possibly about me.
Unwilling to go there, needing him to stay on point, I breached the distance and kissed him.
His lips instantly softened, molding to mine as he groaned.
Once we caught our breaths, he pulled away, waiting until my feet hit solid ground again. Then with efficient movements, while I straightened my dress and pulled his jacket from my shoulders, he slid the condom free, tied it off, then tossed it into a plastic-lined trash basket that rested under the corner of the nearest table.