Page 41 of Jonesing for a Spy

Sound is infinite and silent at once.

Warmth fills me as chills ripple along my skin.

Perhaps my soul leaves my body. Maybe I die.

I can’t know. All I can do is feel, soar, crash, break, and be knitted together, in one extended moment.

Strider

I’m ruined. Fucking ruined.

If I fell at her feet and begged for a chance to be hers, it would be too small a gesture. She’s perfection. When she calls my name, falling into an orgasm that verges on painful for me. It’s the former that does me in—my name on her lips, the sigh as she called for me. I couldn’t have stopped myself from coming if I’d wanted to, which I didn’t. I want to brand her, keep her, make her mine.

That leaving good enough behind and reaching for extraordinary? It’s her. And… And it’s been two days. Two days of perfection, attraction, explosive chemistry, and wildness inside my chest, but two days, nonetheless.

Kissing the point of her shoulder, I release her neck, trail my fingers down her arm and thread my fingers through hers. I don’t pull out, instead choosing to glide through our combined orgasms to feel her body jolt. Our sweat-slicked bodies can’t get any closer. And the sound of our combined breaths may as well be a symphony.

“Mirren?”

“Yeah?”

So many words bounce inside my brain, so many things swirling. Instead, I go light, poking the bear. “Was that okay?”

Her face twists so her eyes meet mine. They narrow to slits as a small curve plays on her lips. “Fine, I guess. Don’t be too disappointed in yourself. You gave it your best shot.”

“Woman.” I try to let the weight of the words be their own threat.

She laughs, rippling her perfect pussy around my cock.

“I’d show you again, but I’m not leaving Heaven”—I thrust my softening cock in her heat—“just to prove a point. Maybe later.”

“Do you have plans today?” Her question surprises me.

I shake my head, my eyes never leaving hers.

“Want to go down to the beach and listen to the waves?”

“Are you going to tease me with that perfect body?”

“I don’t have to.” Her grin sets her whole face alight. “I could probably find a muumuu.”

“That wouldn’t help. I know what’s underneath.” I take our joined hands and slide them down her body to where we’re joined, sliding in and out against them.

“Potato sack?”

I shake my head. “That would only make me hungry.”

“Well, you’re shit out of luck. I’ll just have to go in shorts and a tank, and you’ll have to deal.”

“Jokes on you, Freckles. I’m gonna wear my glasses. I know you can’t resist them.”

Her laugh once again fills the room and squeezes my cock to half-mast.

“You looking for round two?”

She looks thoughtful. “That’s on you. I’m always ready. Are you?”

See? Fucking ruined.