Page 121 of Agency
“You’re welcome. Figured we all needed the rest. Better to skip temptation.”
“I think I was too tired even for temptation,” she said with a dry chuckle. “But now…” She pulled at my shirt till I was spinning around to look down at her. She was naturally gorgeous in her oversized Army T-shirt she’d gotten from Morgan and pair of loose pajama shorts she’d bought while in Kansas.
“Hi there…” she said.
Even with sleep-puffed eyes and bedhead being her current hairstyle of choice, she was sexy.
“Hi yourself,” I murmured, my fingers coming up to stroke her cheek and jaw. My thumb rubbed over the small, distinctive scar on her chin as I leaned down to kiss her. This was the first kiss we’d shared since I didn’t quite know when, and her lips were somehow even softer than I remembered. Soon, her mouth was opening to mine, and our tongues swirled as her hands left my sides to begin their luxurious slide to my chest.
And then, they began to slide back down again. To lift my shirt, to graze shortened nails over my flesh till I was groaning with my want for her as I thought of her back in the kitchen, with me and Morgan “readying” her for Jericho, her cuffed upstairs in Thomas’s safe house, and her in the backseat of our seemingly long ago abandoned Tahoe.
Had only days passed since then? What day was today, anyways?
Monday? Tuesday? Yeah. Tuesday.
Her fingers found my belt. I moved my hands to her wrist to stop her, but she batted them away like they were buzzing mosquitoes and returned to undoing the leather. Then, the snap on my jeans, and her fingers sliding along the top of my boxer briefs. Back and forth she went, back and forth, before gingerly slipping beneath the elastic as she sucked my tongue into her mouth with a low, hungry groan that sent shivers up my spine.
Her hand was so warm as she found my hardening cock, so confident and determined and practiced. And I didn’t care. Didn’t care one bit as I thought of the fact that those same fingers had been around my friends’ cocks, had run over their naked bodies.
If anything, her experience just made me harder, made me want her more.
Because she really was more woman than any one man could handle. This last week had easily proven that.
Her lips left mine, then, and moved lower. Soft kisses on my abs as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, letting out a sigh of anticipation. Over and down my skin she moved, her mouth and tongue leaving a trail of fire as she began to work my pants down with her free hand, all the while still working my now-dripping cock with the other.
Cool air, followed by her hot breath and a murmur of appreciation.
Opening my eyes, I looked down to find her crystal-blue ones looking right back at me from beneath that gorgeous crown of red hair. Pants pooling around my bare ankles in a whisper of cloth, I was suddenly locked in her gaze like a deer on a logging road. And I was just waiting with baited breath for the semi-truck that was Ambyr to run me down.
I groaned as her lips brushed the underside of my cock. I squirmed as the tips of her fingers traced my shaft from tip to base. I moaned as she ran her tongue over my flesh, going all the way up to the head and beginning to circle.
“Fuck, Ambyr,” I breathed, my hands going down to her hair, my fingers desperate to tangle themselves in her strands. “This is a hell of a lot better than coffee.”
But she batted them both away, taking her mouth from me with a shake of her head.
“Not yet,” she said, and then my cock was back in her mouth and my head was falling back again. She was like an angel descending from heaven to her knees in front of me–or maybe a devil clawing her way up from the depths and never rising to her feet.
Either way, I knew exactly which afterlife I was in as she began to handle my balls and shaft, as she began to stroke and tease and wring the pleasure from me like a towel. Wet sounds of her mouth and groans from deep within her rose to join my own sounds of pleasure, and we filled the kitchen with our grunts and moans as my hips began to move and she opened her mouth for more of my cock. Sliding deeper, my hands still not touching her, she took more and more of me as her hand cradled my balls.
I was close already, and my fingers gripped the counter’s Formica edge so tightly, I’m surprised the laminated surface didn’t snap.
“I need you,” I gasped, reaching down to guide her back from my cock. “Right now.” Dragging her to her feet, I practically clawed at her pajama shorts as I stepped out of my pants, my lips finding hers.
Her bottoms joined mine on the kitchen floor, and then I was lifting her into my arms and moving with her as her legs wrapped around me. Putting her back against the kitchen wall, I slammed upwards, sliding my cock as effortlessly into her as a pistol slides into a custom-made holster.
So hot, so ready, so tight and desperate.
Perfect. Exact. Tailored for one another.
“Fuck,” I gasped as she bit down on my shoulder to hold back her cry. “Fuck!” Half-naked against the kitchen wall in the dying afternoon light, we moved like that, with me supporting her weight and her legs wrapping tight as twin boa constrictors.
“Fuck!” I groaned, my ass flexing and pumping as I fucked her hard as I could. “I’ve wanted to be back in you for so long,” I growled, my fingers digging into her creamy white flesh as I tried to go deeper and deeper, to really feel her.
“It’s been torture!”
I moved her then. Over to one of the living room couches we went, Ambyr still cradled in my arms and riding my cock, her lips now locked to mine as I sat back. Her tongue swirling, her teeth biting, her lips sucking. Still upright, she pulled off and tossed aside her top, and I matched her movement so that our shirts on the living room floor were like sympathetic pairings to our pants and shorts back in the kitchen.
I guided Ambyr onto her back, then. Lifting one of Ambyr’s legs up, I plunged back inside her. Calf up and over my shoulder, my hands ran over her body as her fingers dug into both the couch upholstery and my back, her other leg wrapping around and urging me on with a heel at the top of my ass. Abs working, hand sliding over her breasts and up to her throat, I fucked her hard and deep, till the people in the next cabin over could probably hear her cries.
