Page 2 of Exposing Adonis

“Get us in, we’ll do the rest…” she said, holding my forearm to her abdomen, hugging it like a child might hold a stuffed bear. “We just don’t have the resources to cross borders without …”

“No.” I nodded, knowing what limitations she was facing. “Of course not.” She wasn’t born of a class that had connections in all the high places with all the right resources to get her in and out without questions asked. “It’s logical that you come to me.”

Was she just using me? No. That couldn’t be. It wouldn’t feel this good to be with her, if she was only using me.

It stung that she was here for reasons other than desire. I would have preferred her on bended knee out of need, with a longing that matched my own. But I’d take advantage of this situation, as imperfect as it was.

“No!” She squirmed out of my arms, putting distance between us so she could look at my face. “I would have come. I would have… it’s just that this happened first…”

Her brown eyes turned glassy as she tried to speak, but her words kept failing.

I stroked her cheek and tried to smile, but her frustration was so adorable that it stirred something else in me. She was vulnerable, but only for me. Like the pale, un-tanned skin of her breasts and her shaved pussy, this was for my eyes only.

“Shush,” I reassured her. “You don’t need to explain.”

She looked skeptical, her dark eyes bouncing around my face as if looking for a sign of deception. She’d find none.

This was her way, and was learning to read her.

This was our second fuck, and like the first, she crashed afterwards. She retreated behind the walls that I had breached, and scrambled to create distance where we had been joined as one. Anything to cheapen what we had shared.

I wouldn’t let her, though.

Scrambling to regain control of the conversation, I asked, “Does your brother speak Arabic?”

“I should put on my shirt before we talk.” She tried to move from my grasp, but I held her firm to me.

“No, you shouldn’t.” I tilted my head down to take a beautiful, brown nipple in my mouth, suckling until she groaned, her calloused fingers grabbing at the strands of my hair.

“Again?” she gasped. Her fingers tightened on my hair, pulling it at the root, trying to pry me off. But I refused. The pain just made my desire grow, because if she had truly wanted to, she could push me away. She had that power and that strength. But she wasn’t fighting me off. Her little show of defiance was more like consent.

“Again, and again, and again…” I confirmed, peppering kisses down the center of her chest. My hand slipped between her thighs as she reclined on the couch, her neck on the armrest as her head tilted off the edge, exposing that slim, beautiful throat.

“Is he as good with weapons as you are?” I asked as my finger delved into her folds, toying with her wetness.

“Better, sometimes …” she said after a moment, her head shaking as if she was unable to take what was happening to her.

“Can he HALO?” I snuck another finger into her and scissored them to push against her walls. She whined, then covered her lips.

I was asking if he could parachute from a high altitude with a low opening, and she took a moment to calm down before she could answer. The delay thrilled me. Her struggle was beautiful, and I loved her in this flustered state.

She shook her head. “No. But I can. I’m tandem certified … I can …”

I put another finger in her, and pulled in and out of her sweet warmth. “You’re not going anywhere near this.” I growled at her.

“But I’m … I should … he needs a partner to …”

“I’ll be his partner.” I told her. “My mission, my choices.”

“This is all my fault, so I should … Oh!” I slid a fourth finger into her and curled it to feel the roughened flesh inside. Her abs tightened as her hips thrust against my hand. I could play her like an instrument, and her moans would be my music.

“My mission, my rules.” I told her, using my free hand to fish my phone from my pocket.

I dialed Hugo, who didn’t answer. Probably watching his damn screens, stalking - erm, pulling security for - that woman he was obsessed with.

“What are you doing?” she whimpered, looking at the phone, her hands coming to my shoulders as she tried to sit up. I thrust my hand hard into her and her back arched again, her hands coming to her forehead, her eyes shutting as she moaned.

I was learning that little body of hers. Her pleasure was so intuitive.

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