I drink every drop of her honeytrap
The next morning, I woke and found myself covered in a light duvet. The sun beamed in with a golden colour, and the breeze brought a damp coolness from the lagoon. Villanelle was not next to me.
A hangover made my body limp, but more than that, I felt a strange lightness. Everything was tinted in surreal colours. I went out to the garden wrapped in the duvet, discovering Oksana sitting on the terrace sipping an espresso. She had my book, Doctor Zhivago, cracked open and seemed engrossed by it. I stood in the doorway, enjoying watching her read it for a moment, then said, "You can borrow it if you want to keep reading it."
"Can I?"
"Don't get caught with it."
She clasped it shut, hugged it, and placed it gently on the table. She then stood to meet me, draped her arms around my shoulders, and said, "How about a café?"
"Sure, if you don't mind."
She poured me a cup. The coffee smelled fresh and strong. I drank it and thought that it was the best espresso I had ever had.
"Mm, this is marvellous," I remarked.
"Only the best for you."
She slid a hand onto my thigh and whispered in my ear, "You were lovely last night."
"As were you?" I replied awkwardly. She gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"I could have you again right here, after this coffee."
I laughed. "No rest for the wicked."
"Indeed."
She sighed.
"On that note. "I have something I need to speak to you about."
She lit a cigarette and nonchalantly blew out a puff of smoke.
"Oh?"
"Yes."
"What sort of wicked thing do you need to speak about?"
"I have another favour to ask you."
"Given the favour you asked of me last night, I'm intrigued."
"Not the same sort of favour, I'm afraid."
This was it. Fantasy is fading into reality. My face darkened. So did hers.
"I see. I was wondering when we would get to this. Ok. "What do you want from me?"
She tapped her cigarette into an ashtray, then held it limply with her wrist resting on her knee. She looked out onto the grand canal as she spoke.
"I find it difficult to broach such a subject. I thought I might as well just say it. I hope you don't mind."
"There was an inkling of hope in my heart that everything about you being a Russian spy was only my imagination."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"There's nothing to be sorry about. Anyway, what does Rodina want?"
A slanted, thin smile came to her lips.
"My boss, Yuri Andropov, whom you may know, believes your president will launch a nuclear strike within a year. He's a paranoid psychopath... But admittedly, it is hard to refute his fear without verifiable proof."
"To be honest... I kind of get where he's coming from too."
"Then you must know that it's a high priority for the KGB to determine whether it's true or not. "Whether or not a nuclear attack is imminent."
"I don't know what I could do for you, Villanelle, even if I wanted to. I don't have any information that would be helpful. So I understand your apprehension, but without any real evidence, I'm afraid that I won't be able to help you"
It was sort of a lie. As part of my job, I had access to a large number of diplomatic cables. I even had access to other high-level documents as well as the Sensitive Compartmented Information Facilities at the embassy. But Carolyn told me to be aloof. Play hard to get. Otherwise, she would get suspicious of me, so I had to be strategically careful about how I approached the situation.
While I had the potential to find out more than Carolyn expected, I knew that if I pushed too hard, it could easily backfire.
"Do you know anyone who might be able to help?"
"Help the global communist revolution? Right." I crossed my arms and smirked. "Help the global communist revolution?" Sceptically, I repeated myself. "Help the global communist revolution?" I inquired, my eyebrow raised in disbelief.
"Help prevent a nuclear holocaust." I was unconvinced that global communism could help prevent a nuclear holocaust and was not convinced that the Cold War arms race between the United States and the Soviet Union could lead to anything but mutually assured destruction I was surprised by the reply: "Yes, of course
Her eyes were steady, staring at me now. Her face is somber. a genuine plea. "You must believe," she said with conviction There was something in her voice—a calmness and assurance.
"Eve, the Soviet Union is in a crisis. Our economy is in shambles. The Russian people are tired and fearful. Your president sees this, and she may be, let's say, a little too enthusiastic about dealing us a fatal blow. ""It's a terrible scenario for Russia, but not much better for the rest of the world."
If Carolyn hadn't told me what to expect, I had to admit that I would have felt very sorry for her. I wasn't the biggest fan of Reagan and his sabre rattling. Everything she has said so far, Carolyn has planned and prepared me for, up to and including the request for a contact at the embassy in case I needed to be in touch with them directly.
This was the moment. I either tell her about Carolyn or don't and walk away. If I said no, Villanelle would give up on me. She'd walk away. If I gave her Carolyn, well, who knows what would happen to her? Knowing the CIA, I feared the worst. But then again, wasn't she just using me? It's time for the fantasy to come to an end. I sighed.
"I know someone that may be able to help you," I said, setting the trap. She looked up with hope and relief in her eyes.
She put a hand on my knee. Her touch was warm and comforting, although I could still feel the fear in her eyes.
"I want to be perfectly clear: I am not asking you to betray your country. I'm asking you to be on the side of peace. ""The truth is, I love you, Eve." I held her in my arms and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Although I'm not sure if we'll make it, we still have time today, and once we get back to reality, the likelihood of us running into you again is slim. On Eve, however, we have another night and another kiss to look forward to. I know I shouldn't say this so soon, but I can't help it—I love you.
"Please let me take a shower with you because I would like to feel you again. If we only have this moment together, I want to spend it in your arms. "Baby, start the shower and wait for me. "I want to experience the warm water washing away all of our worries to make room for our love."
I'm completely clean inside and out. I smell so good, and my skin is soft, and I'm waiting for her to join me... The water is cascading through our hair. We kiss and kiss... I use a sponge with soap to wash all over her body as she leans back into me, her eyes closing, enjoying the feeling of the water hitting her.
We both smell and feel so good, and for a moment, we just stand there, allowing the feeling of love to wash over us like a soothing stream of water.
"Darling, Eve..."
She moaned when I used my fingers to get inside of her , moving and pushing her wetness in and out.
"Yes, baby, that's perfect As I felt her tighten around my fingers, I brought them out and used them to circle around her clitter, softly at first, then faster and harder
I slide inside her as hard as I can, perhaps too hard for the moment, as I can feel her tense up beneath me As I withdraw, she lets out a small moan, and I can feel the tightness of her wetness gripping me as I push back in again I start to move faster now, gradually increasing the rhythm as her breathing grows heavier She's starting to move with me now, and I can feel her body shaking as I begin to pick up the pace
" Eve, use another finger." "Keep going and going; please don't stop." I reach out and take her hand in mine, lifting it to my lips and gently kissing the back of it.
The warm water crossing our bodies filled my whole skin with fierce sensations.
I let out a very long, very loud moan. and her hands go to the back of my head.
She played with my hair for a while, then she pushed me down, causing my licks to become faster and harder as I let out another moan while she moved her hands down my hair, lightly caressing me.
"It feels amazing, darling." My moans become deeper as her hands continue to caress my back and run through my hair
I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations her hands evoke, and I drink every drop of her honeytrap, licking her sex and sucking her clit, edging her to orgasm She moaned louder and louder as I pleasured her body with my mouth, intensifying her pleasure as she shook and quivered under my touch until finally, she surrendered to a blissful climax, and I could feel her body trembling as her orgasm passed through her .
Now she turns the water off and focuses on drying her body and mine with a big, comfy towel, and we go to the bed, where we continue our session.
"Open the drawer, baby. ""There's a new dildo there, a double one."
And you are the first who is going to use it...
"But first, suck it for me. more and more, "Open your mouth." I nervously opened my mouth, my heart racing in anticipation.
I found myself enjoying obeying Oksana's every command, anticipating the pleasure that would come from satisfying her desires. I took a deep breath and placed the strap against my lips, savouring the texture and warmth as it ran across my tongue and the silky sensation as I gently pulled it into my mouth. My gaze never strayed from Villanelle as I felt my tongue slowly begin to run across the surface of it, attempting to savour every second of this one-of-a-kind moment that we were sharing together.
As I tried to focus on making Villanelle happy, my breath came in short bursts. Her gaze on me was getting hotter by the second. I was entirely engrossed by the pleasure I had in pleasing her as my tongue worked in a regular pattern and my hands held it firmly but softly on my lips. The sensation of being wanted overcame me, engulfing all of my thoughts.
Oksana returned the favour by licking the other part of the cock and sucking passionately. Her beautiful face is engulfing the shaft, while the other part is inside of me. penetrating my sex and sensually licking the fake cock, stimulating me, and fueling me with passion She was an expert in her craft, passionate, and confident in her movements She expertly moved her tongue, licking, stroking, and flicking her way up and down the shaft of the fake cock.
The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, as every lick and stroke seemed to go deeper than before.
My pleasure level reached a point where I thought it might explode due to Oksana's relentlessness. "Oh, you're too good," she sped up and kept going, never losing her enthusiasm, until my climax approached and then struck, sending shivers down my spine.
I now get down on all fours. And she really fucked me. The two of us sighed in unison. I suddenly started screaming. with all of my might. It felt amazing, and I could feel the sensation spreading throughout my body. I shout. It was the loudest scream I've ever let out. I repeatedly yelled her name.
I'm being aggressive and possessive, and I'm going to lose her. I can't keep her; I can't protect her from the dangers of this world, and I can't keep myself from loving her. I cannot help but feel a desperate, burning desire to keep her in my life.
Yes, Oksana, be good to me and open your legs. I'm licking her and getting inside her sex.
The variety of sensations pushed her over the edge.
I hit the right spot. Her hips thrust uncontrollably, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her amazing body. I bury my face in her neck as you start screaming my name.
"Oksana...baby"
As you're coming down from the waves of pleasure, I lift my head and look into your eyes. There's a faint sparkle in them. I brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead and whisper in your ear, "It was as beautiful for me as it was for you"
I bring my soaked hand to my lips, and I lick my fingers clean.
And we fall asleep, just like that.
We will indeed sleep very soundly, as we always do after our encounters, because the sounds of love are everywhere.
We curled up in a ball together.
"This feels so nice, Eve."
"Yes baby."
"I love you, Oksana. Please never forget that. "
A flash of a fantasy came to me: I confess everything to her, and she says, "Fuck it, let's run away together." That, of course, was the other part of love—taking risks, and perhaps the even greater risk of being together no matter the consequences That, to me, was true love Despite the uncertain future ahead of us and the fear that if I stayed with her, I would be cast out of society and all those I cared about, it didn't matter.
She smiled weakly and observed me curiously, perhaps seeing the wrenching struggle written on my face. She snubbed her cigarette out of the ashtray, kissed me fiercely,
In that moment, I knew I would do anything for her, but not now, not until I discovered the whole truth.
I couldn't deny that I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.