She’s shaking her head. “I wish it were that easy, Moth. You see what I want you to see. I’m playing a part in a bigger plan. I’m a pawn, and the move I’ve just made could be game changing. They won’t approve.”
I begin waving my hands around. “This is ridiculous. Just tell me why, Who is chasing you? Who wants you dead? Is it a thug? Was your brother into drugs or something?” I have a good idea who the culprit is, but I can’t be sure until it escapes her lips.
“The less you know the safer you’ll be.” Tears fill her eyes. “I’m standing here naked in front of you begging you to be with me, so please stop asking questions and do something about it. Please. Help me remember the person I used to be, before I get lost in this madness I’ve surrounded myself with.”
I look away, clenching my jaw and contemplating right from wrong. “I can’t be what you need, Windy.”
“Don’t call me that. Please. Don’t say that name to me anymore.”
“Why? What the hell should I call you?”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Anything. I want you to call me any name but Windy.”
“You don’t like your name?” I already know it’s not her real name. She’s letting me in, and all I can do is notice how much more it draws me to her. “Why?”
“I used to be someone else.” She puts both hands on my chest and stares into my eyes. “Listen to me, Moth. After tonight you’re never going to see me again. That’s the only promise I can make to you. Now, I’m not going to tell you anything else for your own safety, so I guess you have a choice to make. Stay here, take off your clothes and spend the night with me, or walk out the door and forget we ever met. The latter is the smart choice, although I’m hoping you decide on the first one. I don’t want to think about tomorrow. I need to remember what it’s like to be normal without a target on my back.”
I want to tell her the truth, who I am and how I can save her, but breaking protocol for someone who won’t be honest is asking for trouble. If she thinks I’m going to fuck her and leave she’s got another thing coming. She’s not like my conquests in the past. She needs me, and I am determined to prove I can be the one to bring her out of the darkness.
I squat down and pick up the towel, wrapping it around her shivering body. I can tell she’s offended, not that I pay her any mind. My hands take hold of her arms and pull her close to me again. Her body is resting against mine. She’s silent and still. Then finally, I feel her hugging the back of me. She’s crying harder and I let it happen. Sex won’t make her feel better. “I’m sorry. I never should have let you into my life.”
“I’m here because I want to be. I’ll keep you safe, beautiful.”
She moves back abruptly and glares at me with a lost face that only makes me eager to please. “Thank you.”
I lift her chin and trace those puffy lips with my thumb. “Don’t thank me yet. It’s taking everything I have in me to refrain from carrying you to that bed and showing you how to forget about the world around us.”
Her lips come closer to mine. She’s on her toes to make it easier. I don’t resist this, even though it solves nothing. I keep promising myself it will just be sex, but I know damn well it’s more than that. She’s gotten to me. She’s done something no other woman has been able to do. She’s breached my wall and piece by piece it’s falling apart.
“I can’t promise you tomorrow.” She takes my hand and starts walking toward the bed. When she turns to me again we’re so close I can feel her breathing against my face. The towel falls again as she reaches her warm hands up my back in order to pull me. Her kiss is soft and composed, while I’m coming undone. She breaks our embrace and backs up on the bed, revealing everything to me. This isn’t like seeing it on a computer screen. This show is for me. She’s seducing me with emotions. It’s a wicked game she obviously knows how to play. On the other hand she’s giving me bread crumbs. She’s somewhat admitted she’s not Windy. It’s a huge breakthrough and I want to reward her for it. I want to show her my gratitude for trusting me with such a big piece of the puzzle without leading on what it means for the case.
She’s asking for this. She wants it. She needs it, and I’m contemplating giving it to her.
I lift my shirt over my head and toss it away. She bites down on her bottom lip while I unfasten my pants and sit on the mattress to remove my boots. Afterwards, I give my pants a slight shove so they fall off my ankles. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, while she remains behind me waiting. I know this is the last chance I’m going to get to turn her away. My brain wants me to get up and leave, to rationalize with the consequences that will come with these actions.
My dick has other ideas with how we should pass the time, and it involves me doing things I’ve thought about since the moment I laid eyes on this woman. She’s taunting me. She’s baiting me, and I want her to.
If I touch her, if we take this route, no one will have to know. There is no surveillance in this room. It’s a safe place. We can do as we please. I can take her and make her mine, easily without haste.
I spin around and rake in her immaculate body. I’m starving to savor every inch of her creamy skin.
I’m lost with anticipation, forced to move closer to the prize. I gulp hard when my gaze courses over her thick thighs, small waist, perky tits, and most of all the sweet spot between her legs she’s keeping closed. I’m beyond able to rationalize. My inability to understand right from wrong is apparent as I continue to ravel in delight.
As I hover over her body there’s only one question lingering in my mind.
How the hell I’m going to be able to live with myself when she finds out I’m nothing but a part of what she’s running from?
Chapter 14
The bomb has been detonated. The danger I’m putting us both in is irrelevant. I’ve polluted the waters of my investigation by an unhinged desire for this woman I know little about. It’s impossible to fathom I could react this way, yet it seems as though I’m a victim in her unchaste ruin.
She's exquisite, a centerfold spread for only my eyes. She's the prey, and I'm her helpless victim, positioned before her all while knowing she's about to pounce. When it happens I'm bound to lose myself. Sexual experiences are gratifying alone, but to add my inability to accept she's the devil in disguise only proves I'm losing the battle.
I've envisioned this moment, to be this close, to have the ability to reach out and run my hands up her toned legs. I've imagined how her thighs will react to my massaging them. Will she cry out when my fingertips slither across her pussy for the first time? Will I be able to withstand the urge to immediately be inside of her?
This is so unlike me. I've never not been in control. In all my solved cases, my years of undercover operations, I've never gotten distracted. I've never wanted to cross that invisible line between right and wrong, not until now, in this very moment when I'm practically staring down the barrel of a gun as I inch my way to be with her.
She's basking in this. Somehow I think she knows I'm battling my conscience. I’m guilt ridden, but determined, as if this is an internal mission from deep within.
I inhale deeply as I coarse three fingers over her right knee. I want her to spread her legs, but appreciate the building anticipation to have it all. "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy myself way too much."
She’s alluring with her reply. “I’m hoping it’s mutual.”
I nod. “Don’t worry. I’m about to prove everything I’ve ever said to you.”
Conversation needs to cease. When she speaks to me, sexy or not, I see the helpless girl I’m trying my best to keep safe. If Alizar came after my brother, there’s no telling how he’s involved this woman, and what he’ll do to tie up loose ends. If this is his game all along then I’m playing into his hand and fully aware of the dire consequences I’ll face in the long run.
My palms graze her electrifying skin as I continue an upward trail. My eyes should be on that sweet prized pussy, but emotions are getting in the w
ay of that. Her eyes are fixed on mine, making it difficult for me to see anything but her mutual attraction to me. If she was sent here to lure me into a bed so she could easily overpower and kill me, I’m making the plan easier.
She’s naked in all her glory, and as the lump in my throat becomes difficult to ignore, I know there’s only one way out of this. My head comes down and kisses atop her left knee. It’s soft, as if she hasn’t spent a day on them. My hands journey across her hips until I’m face to face, mere inches from her delectable, shaved, tantalizing pussy. I swallow that lump and close my eyes in order to keep from diving down and sampling. It’s taking all my willpower to trace my way up to her lips. When I’m there I smash into them, my body is positioned at her side to keep my weight from making her uncomfortable. I’m not just in this for self gratification. I need this to be equally as rewarding to my seductress. She’s promised this wouldn’t happen; yet here we are, completely consumed by our attraction to each other. This can’t be faked. I know it’s real. I can feel it from deep within. She wants me as much as I’ve craved her.
Our tongues slap and play, the taste of her clean skin lingers, filling my nostrils with a mouth watering sensation. I’m not only focused on this kiss, but also how good she’s going to taste when I suck on her other lips, the ones that continue to beckon me.
My hands drag down the small of her back until I feel the plump cheeks of her ass, begging to be squeezed. I cling to either side as our embrace intensifies. Her tongue is teasing mine, her lips slippery from our continued kissing.
She twists her leg around one of mine and uses all of her conjured up strength to flip us around. With her on top of me, her pussy smothering my rock hard cock, it’s straining to focus on her naked body sitting straight up, those perky breasts level with where my eyes end up. I’m still holding her ass, and when she rocks over me I’m forced to keep them there.
Her nails drag over each of my nipples while her gaze remains waiting for me to react. I pull my hands from beneath and tease my way up to her mounds. At first her nipples are smooth. I thumb over them until I feel them erecting. My dick jerks underneath her moving. A tiny sound erupts from her as she leans forward to savor another kiss. I hold the underneath of her arms as she continues to give me a sample of how she moves when she fucks. This girl has rhythm. I can tell from the way her body rocks that she’s able to entertain when she dances.
Even though it’s delightful to witness, I have other obligations I need to fulfill. Flipping her back over to be under me isn’t a trying task. She’s eager and willing. We kiss again until I pull away with a new destination in mind.
As I peer down to where I'd inevitably like to be, my eyes gaze upon the arch of her hips and how her belly button sits in the center of a flat, and toned abdomen. Her small waist accentuates the curves, giving an hourglass look to her perfect figure. I've been with a lot of women. Fucking is fun. It's necessary to keep me in check and grounded, but I'm aware that sex with this female is going to take me to new heights. It's not just the way she looks naked, or even dressed. It's her appeal, the mystery of not knowing, and the contempt I have because of that. I want to punish her for denying me the pleasures of knowing her, but also reward her incredulously for allowing me to have this little piece of her.
She's not like anyone else and it draws me in. I'm fixated on being the best, determined to take my time with this one. I can't rush through to bust a nut. It's important she knows without a doubt that I'm every bit the man I claim to be.
When I stare right at her pussy my mouth begins to water. She's gently rocking those hips to get my attention, and boy does she have it. I'm all in, ready to sample what she holds dear. As I slither between those sexy legs I see her knees rise as she spreads for me. That sweet cunt is mine for the taking, but before I dive down for my first taste, I need to know she's watching, anticipating, and almost to the brink of hyperventilating. I need her to beg me with those big brown eyes. I want to watch her glowing face turn shades of red as I feast on her warm, soaked arousal.
My chin lowers, steadily, all while my gaze remains on hers. I'm smiling when I feel it making contact with her eager clit. She moves slightly in response, causing me to do it again. I can smell her, those powerful pheromones taunting at my senses. Like a mystical spray, I'm guided by a natural pull, a hunger I'm unable to shake. My tongue protrudes and I dip down for a single lick.
This gets her going. Her hands run over my scalp until she takes hold of my ears and tugs. I can feel her nails digging into my skin as I circle over her clit continuously. I develop a pattern. Lick, nibble, suck, and repeat. She squirms and writhes as I relentlessly forge forward forcing her to transcend into a climax she may never come down from. Her pussy spasms against my mouth, my dick igniting with greed. She’s shuttering, her ass lifting off the mattress, allowing me to know the first part of my covert mission is going as planned. She’s come undone just as I anticipated, and little does she know I’m not even halfway through with her yet.
While she’s recuperating, I stand up at the foot of the bed and lower my boxers. Her eyes which were closed flutter open to get a glimpse of what will soon fill every hole she has to offer. I flash a cocky half-smile and give a nod, like I’m the king of the world.
The imposter brings her knees up and holds onto them, allowing me ample room to climb back on the mattress with her. Her pussy is red and swollen. It’s begging for more attention that I’m too proud to deny. I lean my head on one of her knees and draw two fingers over her sensitive bud. This forces her body to jerk as little whimpers escape her lips. She’s overcome by my efforts, which only fuels me to keep at it. I’m in this to prove a point, not just to fuck. She’s made this personal for me. She’s doubted my capabilities and I’m determined to prove her wrong. Once she knows, there won’t be room for argument. I’m the best at what I do.
I’m torturing her from the outside, using my two fingers as a guide while utilizing her natural lubrication to slither around her tantalizing cunt. I’m getting more turned on by the fact that I’m watching myself play. I circle around her soaked lips, all while avoiding penetrating her uncharted channel.
She’s clenching the sheets, her eyes closing again. She’s about to beg which won’t make me go any faster. Nothing can deter me. My mouth waters while heat and her sweet nectar scent radiates from the close proximity I’m positioned. I want her to know how difficult it is to concentrate, so I bring my overworked fingers up to her mouth and watch as she grabs my wrist and shoves them deep in between her lips. She’s moaning and sucking off all her juices, her eyes open and she’s staring into mine. I want to smile. I need to, but refuse to give her an inkling of gratification, not until I’m finished. “You dirty little vixen. You like that don’t you. I bet you get off at night when you’re alone. You like the way you taste don’t you?”
She nods and licks her lips once more. “You wish you knew.”
I drag my wet fingers down between her tits, over her stomach, until I’ve finally reached her pussy. I don’t keep it there for long. As soon as I’ve lubricated them I travel further. Her taint is soaked already from her earlier release. I keep going until I feel her tiny asshole. She repositions herself and holds her ass to enable her bottom cheeks to spread. I slide my legs off the mattress so I’m face to face with what I’m working on. In the dim light of the room I can see her wetness glistening. I repeatedly brush over her tight hole, watching as she reacts each time. My lips come closer and I blow cold air directly on the spot, watching as the hole naturally retracts. It’s enough to make me crazy.
I’m forced to give it much needed attention. My tongue protrudes as I narrow in on the petite prize. The familiar taste leads me on a feast of her ass. I’m shoving the back of her thighs up with my strength so I can be closer. She takes a hold of her feet to enable me a more comfortable work space. I use my newly freed hands to tease her pussy. Her warm hole beckons my tongue to intrude. I’m using two fingers to rub her clit while I
shove my thumb into the wet walls of her pussy. Nothing says orgasm like double penetration. I don’t give a shit what anyone says. I’m using the curve of my thumb to find her G-spot and when I do her muscles begin to suffocate me. A gush of fluids pour out around me as I continue tongue fucking her through this heightened release. This could be the first time anyone has made her squirt and I’m writhing over the idea of it. I don’t stop until she comes down from her latest bout of screaming. “Holy, Jesus, what the hell, Moth?”
I wipe the juices from my face and bring my mouth up to hers. “Did I hear my name in there somewhere?”
She takes her hands and grabs the back of my head, smashing a gracious kiss over my lips. When I pull away I know I have her right where I want her. Her pussy is sensitive, so when I fuck her for the first time it’s going to feel like heaven is opening up for us to visit.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I laid eyes on you,” I admit against her mouth.
“You’re insane.”
One chaste kiss and I’m back at work, scouring down the nape of her neck until my lips reach the tips of her erect nipples. I savor one, sucking until she cries out, and then repeat the process to the other one. “I’m not insane. I’m good at it.”
She tries to reach for my cock and I swat her away. “Don’t you want some attention? After all you’ve done already I think you deserve a reward.”
“It’s tempting, but not yet. Flip that body around. I need to explore every inch of you.”
She does as I request, giving me a perfect view of her backside as I hover over her. It’s difficult to be in this position and not want to fuck her. I drag my dick over the base of her pussy and up her ass crack while holding it in my hand. It’s painfully still reminding me I’ll need to attend to it sooner than later. She’s too damn sexy to keep my needs at bay.
I manage to find a semi comfortable position straddling her while my hands come up and massage her shoulders. She groans as I work on her stressed muscles, tracing lines down her skin as I focus on the way she reacts to my touch. I’m tender and patient for now. The aggressive side of me is bound to come out the second I slip inside of that soaked, awaiting pussy.
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