Covert operations

[Thor's Hammer]

Pulling you gently off my cock, my hands raise you up, off your knees. My lips touch yours, my arms encircle you. Mouth open, my tongue lightly touches your lips. Every inch of your body, every square inch, is touching mine. I swear that I can communicate with you wordlessly. Your head tilted slightly up, mouth meeting mine, breasts firm against my chest, tummies touching, pelvises pressing easily against one another, thighs warm, toes playing...

I can feel myself stiffening again - god, like a 19 year old, not a field agent with too many roads behind him. "Moon, you have restored me to life. I have not felt so alive in 20 years."

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: OOoooooooooo yumm

IC: Your lips on my body brings the heat back all over again. My body, sort of replete from sucking you, quivers back to life. So much for my miniorgasms. I want to shove you over and mount you before your tongue can finish its pussy dampening journey, but I have a feeling what you have in store is something more than I've ever experienced.

"Boys." I say, not even paying attention to what my thoughts are doing, too busy licking at whatever parts of you I can reach. "Nothing but boys."

You pause questioningly, then nip at my jaw. I realize then that I've spoken out loud. "All the others were nothing but boys. You are all man." I clarify almost breathlessly, tugging at your ear with my lips.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Your words make me feel powerful, a giant, and yet evoke the most amazing feelings of tenderness. Encircling you with my arms, I easily lift you off the ground; secure in your own cradle. A few paces, and then I lower you to the blanket I placed at the foot of the cliff. The stars are shining, as only they can in the desert. There is Orion, the hunter, Betelgeuse, the orange giant, and Sirius, the dog star fathfully following his master through all eternity.

My lips brush your shoulders as we gaze together at the starry firmament. The swell of your breasts are inches away, two lovely peaks, more beautiful than any mountain range. Whispering, "Moon, they look lonely." My lips surround one peak, sucking gently on the nub. My tongue brushes the tip. Moving back and forth, giving each individual attention my lips caress...slow...slow... My hand, "I love to touch you," I murmer, makes small circles on your flat, firm tummy.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I can't remember what I hated about the desert anymore, instead I bask in the coolness of its night and the heat you are making. Arching my back and sliding fingers into your hair, I press my breasts more firmly to your drawing lips. I groan deep in my throat at the evocative pleasure of it all.

My other hand searches, then finds the smooth skin of your shoulder, following the flexing muscles with long sweeping caresses of my fingers. In that moment, your sheer masculine beauty is enough to make me wet. My legs shift restlessly and I twist my head back and forth, seeking nothing more than getting closer to you.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Stll exploring, still learning what pleasures I can bring you, I begin to draw my fingers over your tummy. My lips caress each nipple, drawing them deep into my mouth. Your primal groan is telling me that you are climbing with me - to Nirvana.

My pace is slow; we have at least tonight. "No, not just tonight - centuries," I beg to a long forgotten deity. My hand on your tummy is still for a moment, and then lifts. My palm, flat, begins to press on your firm mound; fingers still for a moment, savoring the hard thrust of your pubic bone against my hand.

 

[KillerMuffin]

My fingers curl into your shoulder, nails biting into the skin. Arching and twisting my body in an effort to bring your fingers and lips closer to their ultimate goal. "Li'ha'eer! Kathal is'i corthu."

Your murmured reply is lost in the valley between my breasts. Suddenly your fingers plunge into slickness between my legs, my body jerks with the electric pleasure and my scream echoes off of the cliff's stoic face. "Baxt! For'shava ves'tacha."

My fingers cup your cheeks, urging your mouth to mine. My body curls up to yours and my lips suck your tongue into my mouth. My hips twitch with every caress of your fingers.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

My fingers are slick, moistened by the copious flow of nectar from your inner recesses. My forefinger searches, and then finds its goal. The digit circles your clit...not touching the throbbing nub. The finger is gentle, yet relentless. As you suck my tongue my kisses become more insistent.

"Moon, goddess, vision, I want you more than life itself." My voice is raspy. I can hardly recognize it. Moving my hand, letting it cup your cheek, one leg slips between yours. Pressing my hip against your slick lips, I feel you rubbing on me, smearing your juices on my leg. My mouth crushes yours, hard, yet, in a funny way, gentle.

Suddenly, a beam of moonlight bathes your body in its cool glow. Your inner beauty makes it as warm as the sun.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I can hardly breathe, let alone think. All I want anymore is you, around me, on me, in me. Your teasing fingers keep me gasping and panting on the verge of orgasm, unable to reach it. Only one thing will fullfill me now, our joining.

My fingers move down along your neck, your chest, past your hard belly, to curl around the hot hard length of your shaft. My eyes widen to feel that it is almost as wet from your own sweet precum as I am. You groan from the depths of you and I almost howl with the pleasurable relief when I nudge the broad head against the wet lips of my pussy. Even that brief contact isn't enough, I need more.

I twist, trying to wrap my legs around your hips, to bring you more fully to me, whimpering with the sheer force of my desire.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

slowly...my length slides into your burning volcano. I want nothing more than to pound into you, deeply, but, with the last vestiges of control, I move my hips slowly. I know that our ultimate explosion will be nuclear in power. Spreading your legs, my full length slides into your pussy, pelvises hard against one another, the tip of my shaft touching your deepest recesses. Your legs fly around me, as you pull me even deeper. Hands flat on the ground, my hips move faster. Your hips thrust back; uncannily meeting each thrust in perfect rhythm.

Gutteral sounds are ripped from my throat. My control is a memory. All I can feel - think about - is the incredible woman who is meeting my thrusts - her passion as great as mine.

Slamming into you, harder and harder, wanting you to join me on the heights, and fall over the cliff together.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Slowly, you begin to slide inside. The feeling is incredible, like being inexorably penetrated with a heavenly hard loving heat. Your entire body quivers from the restraint you are exerting by sheer willpower. My breath matches yours, coming in heaving gasps. Not even fully sheathed and I feel as if we have been doing this timeless dance of the bodies forever.

My inner muscles are squeezing and sucking at your cock, a dichotomy of lust, hindering your entry and contradictorily pulling you deeper. Finally, the clasp of my pussy relaxes and you slide home, pelvis to pelvis, the hard ridge of your cock pressing against my clit. Arching my back and wrapping my legs around your hips, I squeeze, pulling you fractionally deeper, there is no more of you that isn't in me.

You start thrusting heavily at first, withdrawing until nearly all of your wet shaft is exposed to the chilly desert air, then a long deep stroke meeting my lifting hips.

I felt the exact moment you lost all of your control, you wrap yourself around me and tucked me into your body, holding me tightly. You pound into me, moving faster and faster. Your rhythmic stroking is perfectly in tune with my thrusting hips. I had never been very vocal in sex, it took me a few minutes to realize that the wild cries echoing across the desert were coming from me.

My body tightened, clamping down on your churning cock. The blood roaring in my ears, my heart thundering, the center of my world shifting to the mouth of my pussy and the burning friction of your cock. Opening my mouth to howl with the ecstasy exploding through me, I hear nothing but a matched heartbeat.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

It sounds like the surf on a Hawaiian beach, but we are in the desert. My mind, devoid of blood, finally connects. The roar is in my mind.

Matching motions, perfectly in synch, we dance the age old dance of love. But, this is not age old. It is here...now. I am in a barrel with you, hurtling toward the falls. Nothing can stop it. We are going over the edge together, joined for all time.

With a wild sound - I feel myself exploding. My hips are a blur. "Moon," I groan, "oh Moon, oh my god, oh my god." Lights flash, but its all in my mind. The explosion is almost nuclear as my cock thrusts harder, harder, into your body.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Every muscle in body tautens, strains, clamps down in preparation. You groan something I can't understand, your hips driving your cock in and out with the speed of hummingbird's wings.

There is nothing left of thought, just the sensation of boiling pleasure. Without awareness of what I'm doing, my teeth sink into your shoulder, desperately holding on as orgasm explodes through me with the force and brilliance of a star going nova.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

The pain in my shoulder from your teeth bring me into the present. Rather than hurt, your passion stirs me to the mountain. My body explodes; a Mt. St. Helen's of cum boils out of my body and fills your hot core with my essence. Jet after jet bathes your channel with molten heat. Your orgasm is beyond my imagination. Passion, molten lava, supernova, galaxies clashing, the heavens a kalideoscope of light...

"Moon, I have never...ever....," my words meaningless, babbling as our bodies fuse, sharing the most intimate of moments.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Our bodies are stuck together by wet. The wet of kissed saliva, the wet of loving sweat, and the sweetest wet of our mingled orgasm. Lapping idly at the sweat on your throat, I try to catch my breath. You feel so good laying there, half on me, half off.

My fingers worm their way down my body into the leaking wetness where we are still joined. Scooping up a big fingerful of our cum, I bring it to my mouth and suck the sweet cream. Mmmmmmmm you taste so good inside of me.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Leaning over a whisper escapes my lips, "Share with me lover." Bending, my mouth covers yours...gentle now, the waves of passion ebbing for the moment...touching your tongue with mine; savoring the mingled tastes.

My eyes on the stars, I am giving serious thought to suggesting we disappear, forever. I have millions that I have set aside for the proverbial rainy day; millions that were never missed from a long string of black ops. If I had a mirror, I would look at myself in amazement. Thor, the jaded stone cold killer, thinking of retiring.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Closing my eyes and savoring the feel of your body next to mine, the intensity of your heat contrasted by the cold of the desert. You had managed to do the impossible, you'd taken my mind from the mission, regressed me into the Rom that I had been before the Army had disciplined the Rom wildness out of me. I just didn't have it in me to feel ashamed, I revelled in the utter loss of control.

My thoughts curled around the mission and La Princeppessa, then you. Why did the two seem so at odds? I didn't know. I had to find out who set up her abduction, it wasn't anyone remotely arabic. But to do that, I had to leave the cradle of your arms. My stomach rebelled at the thought. Somehow, I belonged here.