Eve woke up to roses. 12 beautiful, long stemmed, dark red roses. She smiled and lifted a delicate petal to her nose. "Beautiful," she murmured.
When she met Bond in the hallway, she twirled a rose around her finger. "I could get spoiled from you."
"You should be," he quipped, slipping an arm around her waist.
Eve knew it was time to make her move. No more games.
They stayed in a different hotel that night. She knocked on his door. He opened it and smiled at her- or as close to smiling as Bond ever got. Those blue eyes were dangerous and steely.
"I have a present for you," she tilted her head, studying him.
"What present is that?" His eyes traveled down her body.
"A kiss from me." Her lips curved into a grin. "On the cheek."
"Fuck that." He grabbed her and yanked her into the room. He pulled her against him, his heart hammering against her chest. His kiss- a very not chaste kiss on the cheek- burned her mouth with its intensity. She sucked in a breath whenever she could, her tongue finding his.
They didn't look for a bed, or a couch, or even a table. She fell back against the closed door and his hands were all over her. She wanted to touch him. She needed to touch him.
She jerked open his shirt so fast she heard buttons fly across the floor. Oh well. He can buy another suit. She tossed his tie to the ground and ran her hands along his bare chest. His muscles were hard and unrelenting. She expertly got his belt off, but became distracted when he pulled the top of her dress down.
Her nipples hardened when her breasts were exposed to the cool air of the room. He stopped kissing her, staring down at her half naked body. She held her breath without knowing it, her own heart skipping beats. His eyes were devouring her, sucking her all in, not missing a single inch of skin.
Her whole body sighed in relief when he finally ran his fingers over the pinkness of her nipples, making them even harder. He squeezed her aching breasts in his hands and he was kissing her again, making her dizzy. She knotted her fingers in his hair as he ran his tongue down her neck, over her breasts, sucking and licking her.
She used one hand to pull her own panties off and plunged the other hand down his pants, taking his (rather large) cock in her hands. She stroked it, hard and fast. She was even more turned on when he didn't stop his attention on her, but kept kissing her and touching her even as she gave him a hand job.
Her panties fell to the floor and he hurriedly pulled her dress up, pushing her against the door as he shoved his cock inside her. She moaned, her fingernails digging so hard into the back of his neck she was sure she would draw blood. She wrapped her legs around him, her high heels lacing around his thighs.
"You're fucking hot," he whispered against her neck as he pulled out of her and pushed himself in her again.
"So are you." And she knew they were both right. He fucked her hard and she never wanted it to stop. She knew he could hurt her if he wanted to and the thought made her even wetter. His thumb flicked her clit and she bit down on his lip. "Yes, yes."
He pressed his thumb harder against her and she knew she was gone. She felt a wave of warmth crash over her and she came, yelling out even louder than she had intended to. Damn, the whole hotel is going to know.
Bond groaned when he came inside her, his hand squeezing the side of her waist so hard she winced. They both slid to the ground, laying in a panting, sweaty heap.
Eve rolled onto her side, still feeling the mixture of him and her sliding down her leg. She took a long, shaky breath, the intensity of her orgasm still hitting her.
They looked at each other...and grinned.