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Vicki Lew | December 2000
Part 10
Ah've had a sick feelin' in my gut the whole evening. The feeling
of dread that just sticks to you like the stink from a skunk.
Lookin' in the mirror, ah look like a million bucks, with my hair all done,
and the dress ah picked out earlier hugging to my every feminine curve. Had
things been different, ah would've felt as great as ah look.
Some Operatives must be thinkin' me a fuckin' stupid bitch right now.
Ah won't say that part of me ain't kickin' myself in the ass
for letting Remy LeBeau tag along in that assignment in the first place, but
yet another part of me is grateful ta have gotten out of the rut, even if I
were free for a second, with a hell of a consequence ta pay for.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the Cajun gazin' at me with appreciative
eyes. There's a lump in my throat; if only we were in another place, in
another time, and ah was not what ah am...Lord, Remy, we would've been
perfect.
Perfect.
Ya look tres magnifique, chere. He said softly, and intimately.
My actin' skills kick in, and ah flash him a coy smile and thank him for
the compliment in his mother tongue.
Ah'm all set. Vous?
He took a long drag on his cigarette and eyed me from head to toe. We're
too early,
Ah realise what that look in his eye is- lust, desire, whatever ya want ta call
it. Ah know it because it's what ah'm feelin' too. How can a
man look so damn delicious fully-dressed in an Armani suit?
What's it like ta be with a man that you've grown ta care for; a man
that actually gives a shit about ya so much that he's willing ta risk his
life just to help ya? Ah don't think it's just plain simple gratitude
or lust.
Girl, don't even think about it, ever. No point contemplatin' what
you won't live to experience.
Just take what ya can have right now...
The air in the room was charged with sexual tension, and they both knew it.
.
In a husky voice she asked, So how much more time do we have?
Remy LeBeau cocked his head and estimated about an hour and a half.
An hour half. One hour thirty minutes of something more than sex, and she wanted
it.
It had been a while since she had held out a shaky, unsure hand to anyone. She'd
fucked before. Plenty times in fact, for the sake of the mission, just because
it was part of her orders.
But this time, it was of her own free will, and this time, the man standing
opposite her meant more to her than just a target. It scared the hell out of
her and it made her want to wail in sorrow that there would be no more chance
of such a priviledge.
Remy lost no time in discarding his cigarette and moved towards her slowly,
taking her hand and kissing it softly, pulling her against his hard body. She
pressed her lips against his hungrily, her tongue teasing and stroking his own.
As he kissed her back, her hands unbuttoned his shirt deftly to slide them against
his muscled abdomen, then up higher, skimming fleetingly over his flat male
nipples, coaxing a hiss of pleasure from him. Skillfully, he unzipped her dress
with one hand as the other cupped her right breast, kneading it gently, never
breaking the kiss.
Remy LeBeau smiled as the beautiful woman in his arms whimpered when his fingers
teased her nipple into full attention then pinched it, sending shocks of pleasure
through her body. Sabine reacted by grinding her hips against his; the evidence
of his arousal pressing hard against her belly.
As he slid the filmy dress off her shoulders, and his eyes roamed over her scantily-clad
figure, his mind couldn't help drifting off to think how unreal this all
was. They had been playing cat and mouse for the past few days, and now, suddenly,
this? Why, and how...
Mon dieu...'
All previous thoughts fled his mind as he felt her hands cupping him through
the soft material of his boxers. She had gotten busy divesting him of his suit
and was kneeling before him, rubbing him to full erection. He grit his teeth
as her fingers touched his hot cock again, guiding it out through the opening
of his boxers. Panting, he let her trace the veins of his circumcised member
with her soft tongue, but as she took the tip of it into her mouth, his hips
bucked involuntarily- he knew they had to go slow or he'd burst like some
pre-pubescent teenager.
Go slow, Sabine, go slow, he begged, and she lifted her head in
mercy.
Pushing him back to sit on the edge of the bathtub, Sabine stood before him
to unclasp her bra, shrugging the material off to reveal her full pert breasts,
each crested with a rosy nipple. Immediately, he filled his hands with them,
letting the nipples peek out from between his fingers. He released them only
to replace his hands with his mouth, wetting her entire breast and suckling
hard on each breasts alternately.
She gasped and felt her eyes roll back at the sudden assault. Her knees buckled,
only to have Remy catch her, pulling her to him to straddle his hips. As her
sex met his between the thin layer of her silk panties, they both groaned out
loud and a shared tremor shot through their bodies.
Licking her dry lips seductively and watching Remy's face intently, Sabine
shifted her hips ever so slightly, rubbing her pussy against his straining cock.
She was rewarded with a choked sound from her lover, and a similar response
from his own hips.
Deciding it was her turn to squirm, Remy cupped her ass and jerked her hard
against his pelvis, then slid his thumb down the front of her underwear. Sabine
let out a little scream as his thumb found her clit, already slippery wet with
her juices, and rubbed in tantalising little circles. His cock throbbed as he
watch her go over the edge, her body spasming deliciously, her face contorted
in sweet pleasure.
As she came down from her high, she kissed him hard again, reaching down to
untie the side-ties of her fancy panties. His hand came in way to take the garment
off, caressing her bare buttocks, then sliding further down so that his fingers
touched her vulva. He inched them a bit more and his long fingers entered her
tight sex.
They both hissed. Dieu, Sabine. Ya be so amazin', He whispered
in her ear as he thrust two fingers into her pussy, testing her flesh.
Ah want ya in me, Sabine begged as she tried to tug his boxers off.
Obliglingly, he stood and carried her with him, her legs entwined round his
hips, to slip his boxers off. Satisfied that they were both sinfully naked,
he took her mouth once more as he guided himself into her.
Oh Lord... Sabine could feel him fill her up completely, in more
ways than one.
With a slight stiffness, he made his way to the bed with her in his arms, each
movement giving them both shocks of pleasure as his cock pumped gently in and
out of her wet vagina.
The Cajun lay Sabine gently on the bed, settling in, and began to thrust his
hips slowly and deliciously. He latched his mouth onto her breasts again, stimulating
her further. In return, she reached low to cup his balls as he fucked her, massaging
them gently, causing him to pant harder. His hips worked faster as hers bucked
to meet him, working up a sexual rhythm, feeling the pleasure building up between
them.
He told her in a ragged voice that he was cumming, and made an effort to withdraw
from her, but she gripped him tightly in place.
It's alright, Remy. she assured him, indicating that she was
on protection.
With that peace of mind, he increased his speed, his cock ramming into her noisily.
She raked her fingernails over his back as she felt herself closing in.
It hit them both suddenly, the orgasm of the other triggering more nerve endings,
rolling them both in wave after wave of intense pleasure.
As things calmed, Remy planted the softest of kisses on her lips, and held
her tight as they lay limply, recurperating.
Dieu.
When I woke she was still dere. I was expectin' her to be gone wit'out
a trace.
I confess dat I was suspicious when she came t'me earlier, and allowed
dis sweet thing t'happen. Allowed herself ta be so vulnerable, knowin'
dat it was goin' to be more dan jus' sex.
Here she is, curled against me, soft curves and all. Seein' de remainin'
bandages on her, I hope I didn't hurt her during our love-making. I look
at de time. Great. We're gonna be late.
I don' wanna get up yet, not with her nappin' in my arms like dis.
I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead. But duty calls, and besides, Poppa
be real anal about bein' on time; won't do to make dis first impression
a bad one.
Ah've never been asleep all this time.
Just pretended to, cos it's easier than strugglin' with my emotions
wide awake in front of him.
Damn, Sabby. Ya should've left while he was out.
And miss those sweet caresses, and gentle kisses?
Yes, ya damned fool.
Should've left. It was just a good fuck. It has ta be just that.
He shakes me gently.
Can you rough me up a bit, hit me, or just grunt and grab a beer, Remy LeBeau,
instead of bein' so sweet? Make it easier on me, please.
Puttin' my defenses and pretenses back up, ah wake'. He's
tellin' me ta get dressed, we're gonna be late. Ah watch him get dressed
as ah pull together my own clothes and get ready.
He smiles at me, helps zip me up and tilts my head up ta kiss me.
Ah don't want to kiss you, Remy LeBeau, because ah think you are a drug
of sorts. Ah can't get hooked on you right now, but ah can't not kiss
you either, you'll get suspicious.
Or maybe that's just my excuse.
His tongue is soft and quick, strong yet gentle; his kisses are so artful that
they make my toes curl. Ah break the kiss, remindin' him that we're
on our way to becoming latecomers to the dinner.
Gathering the little things we need, we step out of the room, where ah'm
leavin' all dreams and hopes behind.
To be continued...
