Page 24 of Felix and the Spy

He continued working her clit, but before she could come, he stopped. Her brown eyes popped open.

Felix sank to his knees.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was high-pitched.

He looked up at her, the blouse undone, her heavy breasts hanging in the air. He wished he could see her naked.

“I want to taste you and feel your legs shake when you come on my tongue,” he rasped.

“I like your dirty mind.” She echoed approvingly.

With that, he buried himself under her skirts. She held them up for him as he kissed her inner thigh. He peeled down her undergarments, letting it pool on the ground. Holding her hips, he swept his tongue over her dripping, engorged folds. She bit her lower lip, eyes closing. The taste of her juices coating his tongue was heaven. He rained down light, insistent flicks, on her clit, feeling it swell under his tongue.

“Please…don’t stop…” Her fingers in his hair, she kept his mouth between her legs, grinding into his face.

Her juicy, ripe bud was ready for the taking. He suckled it hungrily. Wave after wave of unbearable pleasure traveled through her body. Her legs began to shake.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well,” he said, gripping her ass cheeks hard, keeping his focus. She felt the vibrations of his voice between her legs. When his tongue dipped into her wet hole, her hips bucked. He ground his tongue in and out, in and out, sending her over the edge. Her legs grew weak, folding over. He grabbed her knee and kept her upright. When his tongue hit the magical, textured spot inside her, her inner walls clenched.

“I’m going to come…” Her cries turned to high-pitched screams. She ground her hips on his tongue, fucking his mouth wantonly, taking whatever she needed.

Amara’s body went still as he petted her ass, and kept up the torturous flicks. Her wet, heat quivered and clenched around his tongue. Juices leaked from her slit, dribbling down his chin. Head thrown back, she let her body take over as he brought her to a mind-shattering climax under the kitchen window, where anybody could see them. Her legs shuddered, and he felt every little quiver. Her knees rested on his shoulders, her fingers buried in his hair.

She was so hot, so beautiful, so wild. He was enthralled and humbled by the sight of Amara in the throes of pleasure.

Felix had never done anything like this before. But he would be glad if this was the last sight he saw.

Amara continued to come on his tongue, calling out his name, struggling to keep her voice down. He smoothed his hand up her thighs, petting her and egging her on.

Minutes later, when her spasms slowed down he pulled his tongue away. She let go of his hair, dragging in large gulps of air. Leaning against the wall for support, she tried to breathe normally. Felix wrapped his arms around her waist, steadying her. Resting her head on his shoulder, she continued to pant.

“That was…” Uneven breaths broke on his neck. He could still feel the remnants of her orgasm thrumming through her. The taste of her juices was on his lips, running down his neck and staining his shirt.

He smoothed her hair back, caressing her head. “Good girl. You did so well.” Felix had no idea if he was doing this right, but the look of pure lust that she gave him alleviated his fears. “I can still taste you on my tongue.”

“I had no idea you were so talented with your mouth,” she said when she recovered her breath.

“I had no idea either,” he confessed. “You unleash the beast in me.”

His glowing red eyes were mirrored in her dark irises. Breaking the embrace, Amara began buttoning her blouse. She pulled up her undergarments and smoothed over the creases. A pang of disappointment squeezed his heart. He couldn’t believe it was over so soon, not when he was still hard for her.

“So, your room or mine?” she asked, eyes on his bulge.

“What?” He swallowed his tongue.

“I thought we should take this somewhere private. I don’t fancy being fucked in a public garden.”

Hope lit up his heart. “I know just the place.”

And he knew that there was no going back.

Eight

Amara

Amara didn’t know why they were back at Felix’s old house, of all places. Not that she cared. She wanted him to take her, to finish what they’d started at Duality. They stumbled in through the door, her eagerly tearing off his shirt. It landed on the floor as he kissed her hard. She tasted her juices on his lips, making her ravenous for the feel of him inside her body. Hungrily, she drank him in as she tore his shirt off. Her skirt slid to the floor and her undergarments went next. They circled round and round, lips pressed to each other, as he guided her to the bedroom.

When they were in, she pulled her mouth away.

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