a KGB spy who had just given me the sex of my life
She rose abruptly from the bed. "I don't want you to go," she said.
"I have to go, Oksana. I'm sorry."
"You're right, Eve. "I am KGB."
I looked at her, first incredulously, then with spitting disgust. "Ugh. Why the fuck did you tell me that? "You really screwed me, Oksana."
"I told you because I promise I won't make you do anything you don't want to do."
"God, that was a joke! ""I'm out of here."
She moved to the door, blocking it; she moved so quickly, it gave me a fright. I backed up, hitting the wall. "Don't touch me, Oksana." "I'm warning you," I said. My voice trembled. She moved towards me. I shrank into the corner of her bedroom, about to scream out for help, but unsure if anyone would come to my rescue or if it would mean certain death.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Eve. I will let you leave if that's what you want. ""I just want one thing from you."
"What?"
"A kiss."
Her hands were clasped tightly together. a nervousness in her eyes. She appeared vulnerable. I felt sympathy for that vulnerability. So I made one concession to her.
"Okay," I agreed. "A kiss." Although I was hesitant at first, I knew that her plea for affection was coming from a place of genuine vulnerability.
I straightened, sliding up the silken wallpaper. A siren wailed outside. She stepped closer, breathed in, held it in anticipation, and bit her bottom lip. I closed my eyes as she drew in, and I smelled her familiar citric scent and felt the heat from her body. Her lips touched mine. I clenched mine shut and found myself fighting a terrible battle to keep them shut, but I couldn't resist for very long. In spite of it all, I enjoyed her lips too much. My mouth opened. I let her tongue enter, and I sighed in shuddering bliss and screamed a silent "Why?"
As the kiss continued, it grew more passionate. My hands went up, first to find her hips, then up her back, then through her hair. We kissed messily and breathlessly. My chest pounded. My pussy burned. My unconscious mind kept protesting this egregious breach of ethics, but I was experiencing such sweeping, pleasurable gratification that it seemed pointless to fight against the physical instinct.
Her breathing was loud and excited. Her hands touched my legs just above my knees. Her fingers traced slowly up my thighs, hiking my skirt up, until her fingers reached the thin waistband of my pants. She curled a forefinger around the band, pulled it out, and let it snap back to my skin. Then her fingers continued their journey. to the tops of my legs, my abdomen, and my breasts. Her fingers had been there before, so they didn't linger long. They moved up to my neck and then to my mouth. We stopped kissing to catch our breaths.
I opened my eyes briefly and locked my gaze on hers.
She slid her finger into my mouth. I wrapped my mouth around it and sucked. She moved it in and out rhythmically, like a cock's thrusting motion. She pulled the wet finger out and raked it down my front, between my breasts. I shivered as the sensation moved through me and my nipples hardened.
She sensed my aching desire for her, so she went to relieve it, kissing down my body. She kissed my neck, my collarbone, and then between my breasts. Gently, she moved the straps of my dress off my shoulders and rolled them down to expose my breasts to her. I looked down on her. Her beautiful face was between my breasts, her lips moist with saliva. She looked up at me, her eyes glimmering with excitement.
"I've never been with a woman before," I confessed.
"Perfect," she responded. "I will show you what you didn't know you were missing."
Her lips went to one of my erect nipples; her eyes were still locked on mine. My muscles tightened as her lips formed around my nipple. I let out a squeal as she sucked. Her lips pressed against my nipple, her tongue raspy against it.
"You have a very nice body!" she said. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, overwhelmed by her words.
She spoke as if to emphasise the voluptuousness of her accent. She didn't stay on my breasts for long. She couldn't wait to taste more of me. She went down further, kissing my abdomen.
"No, wait!" I cried out. "I can't." She stopped, gazing at me with understanding eyes.
"Of course you can," she replied simply. Without giving me an opportunity to act on my protest, she lifted the hem of my skirt and put her head inside. She kissed the inside of my thighs, and, moving aside my pants, she kissed the top of my vulva, then slid her tongue between my folds. I whimpered. My knees buckled. I braced my back strongly against the wall so I wouldn't slide to the floor
"You are wet." "You want it." My heart pounded rapidly, and my breathing became ragged
With her fingers, like a pair of scissors, she pulled apart my folds, then her tongue pressed against my clitoral area, sending off fireworks in my head. I covered my mouth to stifle my moan.
"Oh, fuck!" I cried. My entire body shook with pleasure, and I clung to her as if she were my lifeline.
My muscles tightened. My back ached. My legs now spread apart on their own accord to give her access to my moist fruit, to let her taste me fully and suck me dry. Her fingers fucked me as she licked me vigorously, stimulating my nerve endings in ways I had never experienced before.
She synchronised the penetrating thrusts with the lapping motion of her tongue. My pussycat tightened and convulsed in anticipation of the orgasm. She felt the vibrations and followed my bodily convulsions, going faster with her fingers and her tongue. My fingers curled into the back of her skull, pressing her face deeply against my pussycat, until the pleasure became too much to bear. I exploded in a sudden ecstasy like I had never felt before.
Her face emerged from under my skirt, glistening with my wetness. a wicked, devilish smile on her face. Every muscle fibre in my body relaxed. I let myself slide down the wall until I sat, breathless.
"I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm like that. Maybe never."
She sat next to me, nuzzled her face into my neck, kissed my ear, then my cheek.
"We're not done, baby." She trailed her lips down my neck, slowly moving her way up to my jawline and then to my lips.
Then she slid slowly out of her dress until she was completely naked. She got to her feet and took a step back so I could see her entire body. From her softly tufted vulva to her greatly shaped breasts, everything about her was beautiful. She turned away from me and slunk across the room to the foot of her bed on the other side. In order to bend her glorious ass over enough to show off the pinkness of her sex, she leaned back while resting her hand on the bed frame. She invited me to taste her by nudging me over with her head and gazing seductively into my eyes.
I stood touching like an inebriated person. Everything seemed like a crazy dream, only better. What was I thinking getting into bed with a KGB spy who had just given me the sex of my life? Surely this is all a dream. I therefore behaved in a surreal fashion. Eventually, I found the courage to approach her. The back of her neck was where I planted a kiss. after which it moved to her shoulder, then down her slender spine, and finally to her sensitive ass cheeks.
"Mmmm," she responded.
I went to my knees and put my head between her thighs.
"Oh, you're not so shy now!" she exclaimed. "You want to taste me, don't you, Eve?"
"Yes," I admitted.
"I'm yours, Eve." "Take me." I hesitated for a moment, my mind flooding with thoughts.
Oksana shuddered and tensed as my tongue slid between her wet folds. Her sex was pungent. not a pleasant taste, but I loved it anyway.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Yes, that's good. "Just like that."
Encouraged, I slid my tongue deeper into her mouth. She started rubbing her clitter. Her pussy loosened. She pushed back against me. Her sweet wetness smeared against my face.
Before long, the tremors came. She braced herself against the chair. The chair rattled against the wooden floor with every pulse of pleasure that coursed through her body. For a second, I thought the sound might draw the attention of the people in the other room. Oh, I forgot about them. It excited me to think that they might hear and know that I was making hot love to their beautiful and dangerous hostess.
I loved her taste. And I loved the way she reacted—bracing as if against an earthquake. I licked harder, wanting to give her the most incredible orgasm ever. She started breathing faster with each breath, and she started moaning more vehemently with each time I slipped my tongue between her folds. While it did cross my mind that anybody could potentially walk in through my bedroom door at any time, I was too engrossed in the present to bother. I increased the rate at which I licked. Her thighs tensed and spasmed till she screamed with passion and fell to her knees beside me.
.As her low moans filled the air, and I was fueled by her sounds of ecstasy to go faster and harder. I prodded her for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes before she came into my mouth in an explosive orgasm Her body shivered , and I felt my own arousal growing, as I basked in her euphoria.
Her eyes darted across my face as she kissed me and licked her wetness off my face, a punch-drunk candour on her face.
The music in the next room had stopped, perhaps a while ago. If there was anyone left in the apartment, they were too tired or too drunk and stoned to carry on. Out the window, a dull blue light outlined the distant city. the first light of day.
Villanelle went quietly to her bed. I went to lie beside her and watched her face while the afterglow still affected me. She was so beautiful. So perfect. her glistening, curved body. Her perfect celadon eyes Perfect lips with a perfect smile- She seemed to emanate beauty and grace, as if every part of her had been sculpted and crafted with an artist's precision.
Her eyes closed. She looked serene. I put my hands into hers, recalled our conversation about intimacy, and concluded, after tonight, that I had indeed been missing it so desperately; I just didn't know it. A few minutes later, she opened her eyes again, and she smiled. I smiled back, but a fluttering memory of our fate as enemies came back to me like a chronic sickness. abruptly announced, "I have to go home now."
"Stay for the night." Her words took me aback.
"I can't."
It was much too late to catch a tram, but only a half hour to walk home, so I walked. Except for the drunken spillovers from the clubs and bars that remained open, the streets were mostly deserted. Pattering footsteps came behind. Villanelle jogged up to me and weaved an arm through mine.
"I'll walk with you," she said.
"I wish you wouldn't," I responded. I slid my arm out from under hers.
"What's wrong?"
I gave her a haughty laugh. She cocked her head like a confused dog at my laugh.
A couple walked by, so I waited for them to pass beyond my earshot to say anything. Even after they were long gone, I whispered.
"Whatever it was that just happened..."
"Not whateaver.. "We made love, baby." "It's our secret, Eve," she whispered back. "Trust me."
"Ok, Villanelle. "It's our secret. ""And it's the last time." I took a deep breath and looked into Villanelle's eyes
She touched my cheek and then went in for a kiss. I kissed her quickly, then turned my face to avoid a longer one.
"Good night, Villanelle."
"Ok. "Good night, Eve."
We were at the canal separating the first from the second district. My apartment was on the other side. I crossed the bridge and looked back. Villanelle stood watching me beneath a sullen lamplight, a muse of loneliness. I had an urge to run back and hug her, but I didn't.