Page 67 of Trapped With the Secret Agent

It was driving her crazy.

“Please, Peter, I need your mouth on me.” She moaned, her eyes squeezed shut and her head thrown back.

“Watch me,” he growled.

Panting, Georgia looked down at him. His eyes were glittering and, without breaking her gaze, he opened his lips to take one pointed peak into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it then sucked hard.

Georgia gasped at the sensation, unable to look away. His eyes were burning with a need that robbed her of sanity. She didn’t care where they were or who might come, she needed him now. Then he turned to her other nipple and she lost her mind. All thought shut down. She moaned and panted as he worked her nipple with his mouth, one hand rolling the other nipple, wet and red, between his fingers.

“Shh,” he whispered hoarsely. “Got to stay quiet, gorgeous.”

She bit her lip to suppress the sounds she wanted to make.

Her hips undulated, a roaring fire burning from between her legs up to the pit of her stomach. He pressed one hand into the small of her back, holding her still, but she fought his hold, needing, demanding something to put out the growing blaze.

Peter pushed up her skirt, leaving her panties the only barrier between him and her. He moved, turning suddenly so she was on the ground on her back, then crouched between her thighs. He pushed aside the gusset of her panties, leaned down, and blew against her red curls. She caught the moan about to slide out of her throat, then had to repress a scream when his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.

“Peter, please,” she begged. She needed him to put out the fire that was consuming her alive.

His only response was a groan and a turn of his head, putting his mouth squarely between her legs. He took a long lick at her and she almost exploded right there, her mouth opening on a choked scream.

He licked her again and again, sucking on the nub of flesh nestled between the folds before darting his tongue into her.

Georgia shivered, and her head fell back as she succumbed to the fire, now an inferno, consuming her. She wanted to scream, but her throat was too clogged with tension for the sound to escape. He was winding her tighter and tighter, his mouth driving the fire between her legs and in her belly even higher, until it detonated, the force of the explosion sending ripples across her body.

He moved, taking his body heat with him.

Georgia opened her eyes, panicking, wondering where he was going, only to see him kneeling before her, unzipping his pants with shaking hands and shoving them down as far as his thighs, his eyes raking her body.

He covered her body with his, his mouth seeking out and ravaging hers.

His cock lay heavy against her hip, and he rubbed himself against her, pressing hard enough for her to feel the entire long, thick length of him imprinted on her skin. His hands teased her breasts again, igniting the fire within her once more. She tossed her head, not knowing if she could take having another orgasm overwhelm her again so soon but wanting it just the same.

One hand found its way to her wet center, teasing the swollen flesh. A finger slid unexpectedly into her and Georgia arched her back at the sudden intrusion. His finger felt too big, yet it wasn’t enough at the same time. He rotated his hand, stretching her, thrusting in and out.

“God, you feel so tight,” he said, his guttural voice barely understandable. “You’re going to make me lose my mind.”

“Good,” Georgia moaned. “Seems fair. You made me lose mine.” She writhed under him, bucking as he added a second finger. “Oh, please! I need...I need...”

“What do you need?” His voice was harsh, his hands demanding an answer.

“I need you...inside me.”

“God, yes.”

Suddenly his hand was gone, his knees were between her legs, and he was guiding himself to her. He buried his face against her neck, his mouth open on her skin. She felt the blunt head of his sex prod at her opening, wetting himself for a bare second before he thrust all the way inside with one powerful stroke.

Georgia held back the scream of shock that tried to erupt from her throat.

Peter held himself rigid above her, panting hard. He lifted his head and gazed down into her stunned eyes.

“You’re a virgin?” He wasn’t asking, he was accusing.

She wet her lips. “No. It’s just been a while.”

The sensation of being too full, of being stretched beyond her capacity wasn’t getting any better. She wiggled and one of his hands planted itself on her hip. He closed his eyes, grimacing as if in terrible pain. “Christ, hold still.”

“Peter, for God’s sake, move.” Georgia wailed.

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