It felt better than anything he'd ever felt before.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes and she smiled and caressed his cheek. She motioned for him to move further onto the bed and once they had settled in against the pillows there, they continued their kisses and caresses and his hands slowly traveled down her body to the tie on her robe. He found he wasn't in any great hurry to undress her again. He knew this time would be different. With a small nod from her, he undid the sash with one fluid motion and gently slid the robe from her shoulders, helping her slide it off completely before tossing it off the side of the bed. He kissed across her naked shoulder, up her neck, to her cheek before meeting her lips in a tender kiss that would have made her weak at the knees had she been standing.
Yes.
There.
These are the kisses she had been craving all this time. These are the kisses she had so longed to have. Sure the sex before was nice, but this… this is so much better. What he did before was what he did with everyone else, and she was never one to settle for what everyone else had. Her mother always used to say the world would be a very boring place if everyone had the very same things and went about things the very same way. She didn't want what everyone else had. She wanted the kisses that were meant just for her. The kisses that contained his heart. Nothing else would do. She loved him too much.
She loved him.
God help her. She loved him.
She wanted him.
She wanted him more than she's wanted any man for a long, long time. There was a hungry, edgy tension in the pit of her stomach; a deep, undeniable ache between her thighs.
His hand wandered down to her breast and a shiver ran down her spine. Her breath hitched and she arched into his touch as his fingertips ran over her rapidly hardening nipple.
"Yes," she gasped.
He pinched gently and she moaned. He continued his caresses and carefully studied her face, taking his time and learning what movements she liked more than others. He slowly declined his head to suckle at her breast, causing her to gasp and clutch at his head. She bit her lip and moaned and held him close to her, clearly enjoying what he was doing. He kneaded the full globes in his hands and smiled into her skin, but tried to keep himself steady in the rhythm he'd set with his lips and tongue. Inwardly, however, he was ecstatic that she was finally responding to him the way he'd longed for her to. And he knew it wasn't an act. He knew she really wanted him. Though he doubted it was possible that she could want him as much as he wanted her. He licked and swirled his tongue around her nipple, teasing the rosy bud until it stiffened into a taut peak, before trailing gently, open mouthed kisses across her chest to pay the same due attention to the opposite side. She slid her hands from his head to the sheets, gripping them in her fists and taking deep breaths in an effort to stop herself writhing.
She couldn't quite believe she was getting so flustered so easily, and yet, it shouldn't seem strange to her at all. Truth be told, it had been a long time since anyone had been so tender with her, had loved her in this way. She hadn't made love to anyone since her late husband. And even then they hadn't really made love in the later stages of their marriage. He got old and sick and she just got too old to bother. Or so she thought.
And then she met James.
She felt foolish and unprofessional, and a list of other names for herself, but she couldn't help it. She wanted him very early on, despite telling herself that she shouldn't or that he'd never feel the same way. How was she to know that her feelings were reciprocated?
She felt James's tongue lick a trail up the center of her chest, then kisses up the side of her neck, where he stopped to suck on her pulse point, causing her to give a low, throaty moan. He kissed her lips once more kissing his way down her body and she tensed.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she lied, forcing herself to relax.
"M, I felt that. What's wrong?" He gently stroked her thigh. "We don't have to do this right now if you're not comfortable. Do you want me to stop?"
"No. Please. I want this."
"Something's bothering you." He moved up the bed a little further and propped himself on one elbow, taking his free hand to stroke her cheek. "What is it? Tell me."
"My late husband tried that on occasion. It just didn't feel… well it didn't feel like much of anything really. I didn't really enjoy it."
James snorted. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh." He stroked her arm. "It won't be the same." He promised. "Will you at least let me try?"
She nodded, but she still seemed unsure.
"If you don't like it, you can put me on desk duty for a whole week."
She chuckled. "Well you seem very confident in your abilities, Mr. Bond." She smirked. "Very well, 007. Get to work."
He grinned. "Yes, Ma'am."
He hovered over her again, kissing her cheeks, her neck, her chest, paying particular attention to her ample bosom, before making his descent down her body once more. He nuzzled into her soft belly, just below her ribcage, amused to discover that she was a bit ticklish, before continuing his journey downward. He kissed his way lower, across her hips and down her left leg, bending her leg at the knee, kissing her foot delicately. He kissed each toe and rubbed her foot a moment before kissing his way back up, across her hips again, and repeating the action on the opposite leg.
By this time, the only place he hadn't kissed was the place she most longed for his kisses.
"James, please," she breathed.
He smiled.
His fingers slide up her thighs and teased her entrance before sliding up her now wet core to caress her clit. She convulsed at his touch and her fists tightened their grip on the sheets. His fingers slid carefully into her molten hot flesh and she bit her lip as he pumped his thick fingers into her tight heat. He smirked, pushing her thighs a little further apart. He lightly sucked on the skin just above her extremely wet center. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in his her cunt and lick the hell out of her, but he wanted to show her he was serious about wanting to make love to her properly. So if he was going to do this, he was going to make damn sure he was going to do it right.
M watched with dark eyes as his face pressed into her sex, earning a loud moan from deep within her. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she mewled and writhed beneath him.
"James!" she gasped. Her hands tugged the sheets upward as she felt his tongue flick over her sopping clit. His hands grasped her thighs, keeping her legs spread. He knew her; she would definitely clamp those powerful sexy legs around his head in a heartbeat.
'So that's what it's supposed to feel like,' she thought.
When he felt it was safe, he took his right hand and began thrusting his fingers into her, setting up a slow, deep rhythm, while his tongue worked her clit in and out of his mouth in the same manner that seemed to be driving her mad. He kept his eyes on her face while he moved his tongue in different directions to figure out which patterns she liked, so he'd know how best to bring her to orgasm. Once he had a pretty good idea, he smiled into her skin. He knew exactly what to do.
He slid his fingers out of her and he smiled at her whine of disappointment, which was quickly replaced by a moan.
"Oh!" Her eyes went wide as she felt his tongue take the place of his fingers inside her. His thumb rubbed small circles on her clit and the warm pink muscle worked wonders within her as she writhed on the bed. She thought it was a good thing he had such strong arms as, try as she might, she just couldn't manage to keep still. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillows and her breathing was becoming shallower by the minute. She didn't know how much more she could take.
James smirked, staring at her rapidly rising and falling chest, admiring her gorgeous breasts. He had dreamed of seeing her naked for years; to see more of the teasing glimpse of cleavage she had provided all those years. He felt himself harden even more, if that were at all possible. For a second, he thought he might just come from hearing her sounds of pleasure.
"Jam...Oh, god... James!" She screamed, moaning so loudly, gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles were ghostly white. James inserted his tongue inside her, lapping at her inner walls and the nectar that freely flowed from her as she threw her head back and arched into his mouth. But he didn't stop there. He couldn't get enough of her. Even as she came, he kept licking, sucking at her until she came again. He wanted her to feel the pleasure she bestowed upon him each and every time she touched him. He wanted to show her that there was no other woman he would rather please, and that there was no other who could ever please him the way she did.
Dear God, she was about to come again!
"JAMES!" She screamed, her body convulsing with her second orgasm until she collapsed on the bed in a satisfied heap.
"No more… please… I can't…" she panted.
"Alright." James stretched out beside her and rubbed soothing circles on her thigh as she struggled to catch her breath.
When she'd finally settled down, she looked down at him and smiled. "You really didn't want desk work did you?" she chuckled.
He laughed. "So can I take that as a thumbs up?"
She shook her head. "Shut up and kiss me."
He giggled and moved up the bed, kissing her deeply. She felt his very prominent erection against her leg and realized he was still in need of some relief himself.
When she pulled away from the kiss, she looked down and saw with some disappointment that he was still wearing his shorts.
She raised an eyebrow. "You're overdressed."
"So I am."
He quickly rectified that situation and within seconds was atop her again.
"Ever the efficient one," she chuckled.
He grinned. "I aim to please."
To his surprise, she flipped them over to straddle him.
"Making love is about giving and taking, James," she whispered. "And it's always nice to have a change of scenery," she added with a wink. He chuckled and nodded his head in acknowledgement. He ran his hands up and down his arms.
"I've got an amazing view from here as well," he smiled.
"Am I too heavy for you?" He shook his head. Her hands caressed his face. "Do you know what I first noticed about you?"
He smiled. "No. What?"
"Your eyes. They were the most brilliant shade of blue I'd ever seen."
His smile grew wider. "I thought the same about yours."
"I thought you looked so incredibly sad… so angry for one so young."
"I guess I just hadn't met a good enough reason to smile yet." He leaned up and kissed her.
He pulled away and started to giggle.
"What?"
"I actually do remember having a bit of a crush on you… when I first started. I shook myself out of it, thinking it was just a sort of schoolboy having a crush on the headmistress thing and that it would pass. I thought it was the suit thing."
"Oh?" she smirked. She leaned down further so their chests pressed together and she traced the contour of his chin with her fingertip. "And what exactly were you thinking about?"
"You know… the usual."
He averted his eyes as he traced his fingertips over her shoulders and his cheeks reddened.
She tapped his cheek with her fingertip. "Tell me. I might be persuaded to do something about it."
His eyes snapped up at this and her smirk grew wider.
"Tell me."
He took a breath and looked her right in her eyes. "I used to imagine what you were wearing under them."
"Ahh…" she smirked. "And?"
"I thought you might wear something sensible… none of the lace and garters at the office, however, at home…"
"Yes?" her grin grew wider. He'd officially caught her attention.
"I thought at home, perhaps you'd allow for a little more… expression in your wardrobe. I imagined you in deep red negligees that stopped just at the thigh and sheer black stockings with garters…"
M began to slowly circle her hips as James was talking. She felt his erection stir beneath her and she could feel her own body begin to take interest in his story as well.
"Go on," she whispered.
"I had this dream where I'd come to your flat after a mission after having lost my keys and I'd find you there… in your robe…" he rolled his hips beneath her, just barely biting back a groan. "…a deep red kimono to match your nightie. And you'd open the door… and I couldn't speak. I'd just stare at you. And you'd drag me inside and ask me what happened to me and I'd tell you. And you'd call me a silly little boy." He'd grabbed her hips by this point. She had her hands on either side of his head for leverage and ground her hips down harder against his impressive length. This wasn't exactly where she'd planned to go with this, but hell, the train was rolling. Why not blow the whistle?
"I'd ask you what happened to the suit… if you always pranced around in that sort of thing… and you'd tell me to mind my business and you said… ungh!" he groaned loudly as he felt a small rush of moisture drip onto his erection.
"What did I say?" her voice quivered.
"I- I need to be in you."
"No. What did I say?"
"You told me… not to mouth off to my superiors. And then… you said since I had such a big mouth, I may as well make good use of it… and you made me…mmmmmm" he whimpered. "M… please…"
"What did I do?" her hips jerked forward involuntarily.
"You pulled me toward the sofa and you tore open your robe and you made me kneel on the floor in front of you… and you spread your legs open… and you weren't wearing any knickers… you didn't have to tell me twice. I grabbed your legs and buried my face between your thighs and licked your until you screamed. Oh god. Please let me-"
"Yes," she gasped. She lifted and positioned herself over his erection and rapidly impaled herself on his massive length, earning a loud groan from both of them. Their moans echoed throughout the room. Each time his hips thrust up into her, hers came crashing down and they were both so on edge, they knew it wouldn't last very long, but neither one cared very much. James could feel her inner walls clenching around him as she frantically rode him, holding his forearms for support. Her orgasm slammed into her faster than she expected and she fell forward with a loud cry, the latter half of which became muffled in his chest. Her orgasm triggered his and his arms tightened around her as his come splashed against her womb.
His ragged breathing was hot and heavy in her ear, but unlike before, she didn't feel the need to push him away. She lifted her head and kissed him deeply and he rolled her onto her back again, careful to remain inside of her, and kissed her back passionately.
He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "You have no idea how beautiful you are."
She snorted. "I'm a post-menopausal dwarf. There is nothing beautiful about me."
"There is everything beautiful about you."
She rolled her eyes and let out a small giggle. "If you say so."
"I do, as a matter of fact." He smiled and taped the end of her nose, giving her a quick peck on the lips.
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"Well I outrank you. I don't have to listen." She arched her eyebrow defiantly and smirked.
He rolled his hips making her arch her back.
"Bloody cheat," she gasped.
He chuckled. "Always."
He did it again.
"You can't be ready again!" she feigned exasperation, but she was not-so-secretly thrilled.
"I'm always ready for you, M."
"Insatiable."
He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her pulse point making her moan. She wriggled her hips and could feel he was indeed getting hard again. His hand traveled down her side to tease her nipple and she moaned even louder. When he pinched the hardening peak, she arched and turned her head, giving him unlimited access to her neck. He dipped his head and assaulted her neck with open mouthed kisses, some of which she was sure would leave marks in the morning, but she was positive her suit collars were high enough to cover them. And even if they weren't, she really couldn't bring herself to care at this moment in time.
This man is entirely too gifted with his mouth.
He started rocking his hips a bit faster, keeping a fairly steady rhythm but taking care to thrust especially deep. He put a pillow underneath her waist and brought her legs up around his hips, changing the angle so that he hit her g-spot with every stroke.
Well he wouldn't be James if he didn't show off just a little, she supposed.
He was completely hard now and driving her completely crazy all over again. She couldn't remember the last time she had so many orgasms in one night. Although it was very difficult to remember much of anything at the moment with a handsome man shagging her senseless. It was also possible that the reason she couldn't remember the last time she she'd had so many orgasms in one night is because she'd never before in her life had so many orgasms in one night. Not even by herself. She was certain they had to be breaking some sort of record.
She idly wondered if it was possible to be fucked to death.
But, what a way to go.
She gasped and clutched and James's shoulders. She could feel the tingling tendrils of her orgasm begin to stretch throughout her body and she could tell by the way his hips began to falter that he wasn't too far off himself.
"James… I need… I need something…"
"Anything."
Her breath hitched.
"Say my name."
He raised himself up on his forearms so he could look at her.
"Say my name. The real one. I need- ah!- gods," she panted. "Please. Say my name."
He looked into her eyes and smiled.
Her eyes fluttered closed and he lowered himself so that his mouth hovered just beside the shell of her ear. In soft sweet whisper.
"I love you so much… Olivia."
Her eyes snap open and the last of her control breaks.
"Oh god!"
What starts as a gasp of pleasure erupts into a primal scream of completion, to both their surprise. She can't seem to stop the cries of passion that tear from her throat and James makes no effort to silence her. In fact he urges her on, encourages her to ride out the waves of pleasure. Her nails dig into his skin a bit more and he's sure she's marked him, but he doesn't mind at all. In fact he loves the idea that he's now marked as her territory.
This is one thing he will never tire of; one thing that will never grow old, no matter how many times he sees it happen.
Seeing her in the throes of passion is a sight more beautiful than he could ever have dreamed of. He wasn't prepared to be so moved by the vision before him. And a vision she was. There was nothing like seeing her so unguarded, letting go of the ice queen, letting go of M and the strain of MI6 and allowing herself to simply be herself. A beautiful, loving, caring, intelligent, witty, passionate, sensual woman who currently had James wrapped around her finger.
Looking up and seeing her orgasm sends James over the edge faster than anything else ever had and before he could catch himself, he came hard, his shout of completion echoing off the walls.
He slumps over, just barely managing to catch himself on his forearms so as not to crush her, before carefully rolling off to one side. She turns to him, draping and arm over his torso and cuddling close, letting out a contented sigh as she draws lazy patterns on his stomach with her fingertips.
"Hang on," he sat up and slid off the edge of the bed.
"What?"
She watched as he walked around to the edge of the bed and ruffled around in the blanket box for a while. He retrieved a quilt and got back in bed, pulling the thinner sheet over them, and then spreading the quilt out over them both.
"You took the duvet with you earlier. I don't want you catching a chill," he explained.
"So considerate." She smiled. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome." He kissed her forehead and hugged her.
"I am sorry for the way I reacted earlier, by the way," she said softly. She sighed. "It's just that… I hadn't told anyone I loved them… since my late husband. I suppose I was scared of history repeating itself."
"You don't have to explain," he put his arm around her.
"Yes I do," she said. "I owe you at least that. We were both field agents at the time. We were only supposed to be using each other for cover stories, nothing more. But after a while, we found we had more in common than we first realized, and we figured as long as we were living together and assumed married anyway… why not?"
"Of course." He rubbed her shoulder.
"We lived quite happily together for a long while. But of course in this line of work, happiness is often fleeting. We both got assigned to long missions in different parts of the world and couldn't see each other for extended periods of time. Often times sleeping with targets was a part of the job, and we knew that going in, but it didn't mean we had to like it. And of course when we got back we weren't authorized to discuss anything with each other and sooner or later all those secrets just… get in the way. He was a nice man, don't mistake me, we just… couldn't have worked. Love just wasn't enough then."
"Do you think it'll be enough now? Do you think we can work?"
"Do you think we can?" she countered.
"You mean provided I don't get myself blown up in the near future? I don't see why not."
"I see a very good reason why not. I'm not a young woman, James. I don't doubt that you love me, but I don't want you to give up the rest of your life to be with me."
"I'm not giving up anything by being with you. If anything, I'm gaining a life." He sighed. "Look, I can't claim to know what's gonna happen with us, but I do want to try. And I know you do too."
"But a family. Children. I can't give you any of that."
"Honestly, I closed the door on all that when I became an agent. I don't really care about all that. It's you I want. I just want you."
She smiled. "Then you've got me."
She snuggled into his arms and laid a hand across his chest as he stroked her hair. They stayed that way for some time, enjoying a comfortable silence, until she drifted off to sleep on his shoulder.