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I’ve never wanted to be anywhere else. “I wish I could fuck you with this outfit on.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
She reaches for the knife at her hip and spins it around again, so the handle is facing me. “Cut it.”
My heart starts beating double-time. The thought of placing a knife right at the center of her makes me equally nervous and turned on. Who knew knife play would be a kink of mine?
I look up at her and I can tell from her face she’s feeling the same way. “Are you sure about this?”
She unzips the suit as far down as she can then sticks her hand inside so she can push the material away from her center creating room to cut it without touching her skin. “Cut it, Jackson.”
I move the knife to where the material is the furthest from touching her and gently pierce the suit. The soft pop of the material separating has a moan escaping her. A look of pure lust is on her face. I hold her gaze as I slowly tear a long slit that splits the material widely. She removes her hand from inside the catsuit and I reach through the slit and hook a finger over her panties, brushing the sensitive skin of her pussy. She shudders, her knees giving away just a little, and a hand comes to my shoulder for support.
“Be still, my little spy.”
I pull her panties through the slit and easily cut the lacy material away until she’s fully exposed. I drop the knife and run a finger along her folds. Her other hand comes to my shoulder and grips me tightly. I move my finger until it’s grazing her clit and her fingernails dig into me. She’s close. I bet if I give her a few more strokes, she’ll be coming on my hand.
As if realizing this too, she knocks my hand away and straddles me, taking my dick in her hand and rubbing it over her slick center. “See what sucking your cock does to me?” She says then she settles down onto me until my head sinks into her pussy. “Fuck, Jackson…”
Her accent isn’t completely gone, but it isn’t fully there. I love that she’s so turned on she drops character.
“I’m not wearing a condom.”
She blinks, looking a little shocked she forgot. She reaches into the holder where the knife was and pulls out a condom. I don’t even care that she clearly planned this seduction, I’m only grateful she’s prepared.
She lifts off enough to roll the condom on my cock. I grip her thighs tightly, praying I don’t come from the feel of her touch. Once the condom is on, she rubs my cock against her again before taking me into her then letting me slip out. She does this over and over, making my head spin.
“Sink that sweet pussy down on me, wildcat. I need you. Now.”
She shudders as she sinks all the way on me. I groan at how perfect she feels around me. I pull down the cups of her bra to free her tits. I lean in and suck one in my mouth. She grips my head as she moans loudly, riding me faster.
“That’s right, wildcat. Ride my cock. Take every fucking inch.”
“Yes…I want it all. I want all of you.”
I grip her hips and help her fuck me. It’s rough and erratic and the best damn thing I’ve ever felt. I feel her contract around me as her breath pitches and her moans grow louder.
“That’s it. I’m going to come. Make me come.”
I don’t relent until I feel her apart around me. Her moans and screams are so loud they could probably be heard from the street and that turns me on even more. I keep fucking her hard and fast until my release rushes through me the same way.
She falls into me as we both come down from the intensity of our climaxes, nuzzling her face into my neck. Our breaths are loud and labored. I hold her close, and I know I should say something, but I don’t want to take the chance of ruining this moment. It’s too perfect.
She finally moves when my cock softens inside her and stands, turning her back to me. I take that opportunity to remove the condom and tuck myself into my underwear.
“I saw a bathroom around the corner,” she says and turns slightly, holding something out to me. I realize it’s her torn panties. “Throw this away too.”
I look at her as I take them from her, trying to gauge her state of mind. The Russian spy is gone. And I can’t tell if Autumn is sated or sad, or maybe a little of both.
I leave her and go to the restroom and clean up. When I return, Autumn is dressed in her own clothes, with a few items in her arms, the torn catsuit among them. She gives me an amused smile. “Good thing I was planning on buying this anyway, huh?”
I laugh softly. “Um, yeah, though I don’t think it’s reusable anymore.”
“They have the costume of a certain master archer.” She gives me a saucy look.
“You know those two are strictly friends, right?” I say, touching the catsuit.
