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Part 4
The Royal Talon Flyer hovered silently above the white contemporary style home. Okoye found his house easily. He was a man of mystery but still easy to be found if one dared to look for him. Hiding in plain sight showed his fearlessness when it came to danger.
It had been two days since their last encounter and the General was still unable to secure a meeting with Nathan Volskof. The event at the Red Circle sent many underground, afraid of being caught by the Dora Milaje. Frustrated with the setback, King T'Challa ordered a halt of all current missions till the criminals resurfaced. With her time now free Okoye sought to indulge her curiosity of this Mr. Wick.
Johns' eyes popped open as his senses alerted him to the presence of someone in his home. He laid stock still in his bed as he listened for any noise. He heard nothing but the quiet hum of his air conditioner yet he still felt the instinctual tingle that someone was in his home. Grabbing the sidearm hidden on the side of his bed, he bolted out of his bed crouching along the side with his pistol and aimed at his bedroom door. He could see the dark figure standing in the doorway but could not get a clear view of the intruder.
"You have a lovely home, Mr. Wick," the voice said. The voice was unmistakable as it had haunted his dreams these last few nights. His gun wavered in his hand a bit as he mentally went through all of the reasons she may be there, but he came up short.
Okoye's voice was light but still guarded. She didn't know if her presence would be welcomed after their last encounter. Plus, she was in an unknown man's home, who not a moment ago was sleeping soundly but was now pointing a gun at her.
John caught off guard at the realization that the deadly lady in red, Okoye was in his home. His eyes remained fixed on her still cloaked form as he rose to his feet his weapon still trained on her.
"Thank you. Why are you here?"
"I came to say Hello. Since our last meeting didn't end so well."
She stepped into the room, so John placed both hands on his weapon aiming for the center of her chest. His body tensed. Ready to engage if need be.
"I mean you no harm, Mr. Wick. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it while you slept. Also, your dog is very intimidating but easily persuaded with a treat," she said casually as if she was speaking to a friend and not a deadly assassin. She didn't fear him. She feared he would have a hasty response to her presence and she was without her spear. She didn't want to have a confrontation but if she had to, she would.
He turned to switch the bedside lamp on as he lowered his weapon, casting the room in a warm glow.
There she stood. The woman who not two days ago disarmed him twice and knocked him out. It wasn't his proudest moment, but after the information, he discovered on the Dora Milaje he counted himself lucky to be alive. The documented missions of the Dora Milaje were top secret, but the little bit of unredacted information that was available painted a clear picture of the superior skills of each Wakandan warrior.
She was wearing a simple black figure-hugging dress with a gold stacked coiled neck choker. Her athletic arms exposed and free. John could see she was unarmed.
"You are General Okoye," he stated.
"Yes I am, but you can call me Okoye. This is not a business visit, and since we both are in the business of maintaining formalities, I see you have been doing your homework. May I call you John?"
"Sure but you still haven't answered why you are here."
"I wanted to inform you of some information we recently learned."
"Who is we?"
"Yes, we. My country has allies placed all over the globe. We sift through intelligence that is given to us and investigate matters that may pertain to Wakanda. Yesterday a call was recorded of Ada Wata speaking to her top commander about your failure to kill Nathan Volskof and his contact. As you know, I was the contact."
"Yes, I know."
"Well, she has plans to place an order out on you if you don't complete your mission in the next two days."
"You came to my home in the middle of the night to tell me this. You could have sent a message."
"Well, it is technically 9 am in Wakanda. My internal clock is still off. Also, I wanted to deliver it personally."
"Why?"
"Curiosity really."
"I'm not here for your amusement."
"This is true. You are a man of many great skills, and none are soft and cuddly. Baba Yaga," the well-known nickname sliding off her tongue with ease. Okoye's heeled feet sank into the plush carpet as she entered the room fully. Her eyes walked around the bedroom taking in the sparse furnishings of the room. There were no decorative items in the room. No softness. No feminine touch.
Her eyes traveled up and down his form. Clad in only grey boxers, Okoye admired his well-formed physique. The light swishing of the silk inner lining of her dress echoed in the quiet room as she made her way to him. Slow and careful.
His dark eyes cautiously watched her as she made her way towards him. John was unsure about this encounter. On the one hand, he was wary of her intentions, and on the other, he felt the prickle of attraction again pulling at him which made him also curious. He wasn't desperate for physical contact, but it was something about her that reignited his long thought extinguished primal urge. He felt it at the Red Circle and again at Crimson Dragon. Each time the churning of his insides increased. Each time the urge to run his hands down her glowing skin or capture her lips muddled his mind. This visceral urge for someone who was his match but also able to best him.
Okoye smiled slowly as she got closer to him. His eyes remaining fixed on her. She saw the deeper intakes of air. The lowering of his eyelids as if she were a meal that he wished to devour. She felt breathless at that moment. Seeing the desire for her emboldened her forward. Warmth already spreading throughout her body. She pulled her plump bottom lip into her mouth at the hope of their possible encounter. The attraction was mutual, and he wanted to explore it as much as she.
John wanted to suck on her succulent lips and claim her.
"A man such as yourself John must let his guard down sometime. To feel alive just for a little while," she said lightly. Okoye glided into his space, her body inches from his. She inhaled deeply taking in his clean, fresh scent and his natural smell. Her senses bathed in its alluring bouquet, enticing her to want to lick the warmth from his skin.
Okoye wanted to feel the strength of a man outside of battle. To feel the connection that occurs between two physical bodies caught up in physical gratification.
"Just one night won't hurt...will it?" she whispered. Her sweet, warm breath against his ear.
He could feel the tip of her moist tongue as it flicked against his earlobe. Her soft lips took his lower lobe into her mouth, lightly biting on the soft flesh. John shivered at the contact. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist pulling her lithe body flush against his.
"Only one night?" he inquired. His hands roamed up and down her back as he nuzzled her neck. He eagerly wanted to feel her warm skin underneath him. His mind envisioned the sight of her legs wrapped around his waist as he sank into her.
Leaning back to look into his eyes a smile flickered on her lip "Maybe."
He crushed his mouth to her eager ones. The fight between the two warriors had begun. Each fighting for dominance as their lips and teeth clashed. John didn't want a war tonight. He took her bottom lip into his mouth nipping at the firm flesh. Okoye hissed.
"Behave," he said huskily. His eyes taking in her beautiful features. He wasn't trying to control her. He wanted to enjoy her and everything the night possibly had in store. "You can let your guard down as well."
She raised both eyebrows at his bold statement. She enjoyed this bit of aggressiveness.
Okoye pulled herself from his grasp before taking two steps back. Her brown orbs searched his face as she reached her hand behind her back grabbing the small zipper of her dress in her fingertips and moving it downward. The dark fabric slipped smoothly over her unmarred shoulders sliding to the floor leaving Okoye bare in only a pair of black bikini cut panties.
"Is this what you meant Mr. Wick?"
He drank in the sight of her well-toned form. Her taut stomach and muscular thighs didn't hide her womanly fullness. The soft curve of her breasts and hips.
"Call me John," he growled. His deep voice laced with lust. He shed his boxers and stood in all his naked gloriousness. Okoye was only given a brief show of his engorged member before his lips captured hers again but this time the kiss was softer, and the feel was needier. Sucking on her upper and bottom lip equally as his tongue pressed for entrance. She parted the luscious lips he had been devouring, giving him the access he craved.
Okoye pressed her breasts against his chest as he ravished her mouth. The heat of their bare bodies making her heart race.
She sucked on his thick tongue. John moaned into her mouth while his hands slid down her back to her firm ass. His hands lingered over the curve of her ass, squeezing the two globes together and spreading them apart. The moist sound of her arousal sounding in the room.
"Excited General?"
"Maybe and you may call me Okoye,"
Okoye leaped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. John caught her easily and held her in place. She was positioned perfectly over his erect cock. The bulbous head pulsing at her covered entrance. Okoye felt the thick member and wiggled her pelvis moving her slit over his head. She was ready. Her moist core swelling more at the thought of being filled by him. It had been a long time since she had sex. The life of a General didn't leave much time for friskier activities. Plus with her now her ex-husband gone she needed this release badly.
John closed his eyes fighting the urge to impale her down onto him. He wanted this to last, but the warmth flowing from her center was making him reconsider.
Turning to his king size bed, he lay their entwined bodies down. The coolness of the sheets against her heated skin relaxing her as he positioned his body on top of hers. The head of his cock again positioned over her entrance. She reached between attempting to grab ahold, but her hand was captured and moved away.
Her eyes pleading while she fought the urge to take over as she was tiring of this game. She wanted it now. She wanted the ache to be satisfied. The buildup was almost painful as her sensitive bud that rubbed against her panties.
"No more games… John," her voice was firm, but the needy tremor gave away her true feelings.
He smirked at the tremble in her voice "Patience Okoye. I want to enjoy you." He lowered his head to her breasts. His loose tendrils of hair sliding across her skin. Her breasts were buttery between his lips. Taking his time to suck and nibble on each hardened point.
She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. The delicate sucking pressure on her nipples sent shockwaves down to her core. The warmth now a fiery blaze that she needed to quench before she burned alive. She arched her back pushing her breast harder against his lips.
His mouth continued to lavish her mounds. He wanted to taste all of her now. His mouth watering at the thought of the same soft flavor of her delta. In that moment he vowed he would know every nook and cranny of her body before this was over. He pulled the dark fabric of her panties aside. Her folds were sticky with her the essence of her candied goodness he longed for. Her heated scent wafted up filling his nostrils. He dove into her folds like a starved man his tongue darting in and out of her, lapping up every bit of her.
Okoye cried out as her lower half arched from the sensual attack of his mouth. Her core quivered as his warm breath danced across her exposed hood. He is skillful in almost everything, she thought. She was ready to explode just from this. God, it has been too long.
Spurred on by her immediate reaction, John slid his body off the bed with his erect cock leaving a messy trail along the way. He brought her forward with a swift tug positioning her at the edge of the bed. Now that John was in the position he needed, he dove back in, clamping his lips onto her bud, his tongue circling around the clitoral hood. His strong hands anchored her body into place at the edge of the bed as he dined, edging the swollen nub further out of hiding.
She writhed under his assault. Her shuddering moan echoing in the still room as he buried his face deeper. A lite sheen of sweat coating her contracting midsection. The tightening and throbbing of her pussy quickening as the first tremor began. Her body switched to autopilot as her mind floated on the cresting wave. She was going to ride it all the way to the end. Grabbing a handful of his dark curls, she ground her sex into his face coating him as the powerful crescendo washed over her.
He didn't mind the pain. He enjoyed it knowing that he brought her that much pleasure and that quickly. The flavorful taste of her flesh intoxicated him. He lapped greedily at her nectar making sure not a drop was left and slid his coated beard along her inner thigh painting her flesh in her own cream. The sight of her wetness against her dark skin excited him. His cock jumped eagerly, leaking precum heavily onto the floor awaiting the chance to plunge into her warm creamy center. Not since his wife had he felt such an urgent need to please a woman but this deadly beauty in front of him was reawakening him.
Okoye lay breathless on the bed. She couldn't move her legs, and lower body felt like jello as her body hummed and her mind swirled and throbbed. The coolness blowing from the central a/c bringing goosebumps to her moist skin as her body attempted to reset itself. The coolness was replaced by the warming comfort of his body. Her legs fell open under his weight as he moved into position. She was at his mercy.
He held his body above her as he leaned his head towards hers ready to reclaim her lips again "Are you ok?" his warm breath ghosting across her lips. Her heady scent attached to every word. She could only muster a small nod. Reaching her right hand up she blindly found the back of his head. Her fingers curled around his soft dark curls as she weakly pulled him down to her. She wanted to taste herself on him to share more of herself. The slick wetness of her indescribable flavor was infused in his beard as they explored each other's mouths again.
Breaking from the kiss John breathed deeply as he tried to regain a sense of control in that moment. Each breath he smelled her. John knew he was going to smell her for the next few days and a small smile curled on his mouth. When Okoye's hands began to rub up and down his exposed torso, he knew that she was ready for more. Grasping his member firmly John lined his leaking head with her swollen lips. He placed his cock at her entrance moving it up and down coating it in her wetness before sliding in slowly. He watched as his cock slid into her pussy. She was warm and soft her walls enclosing him tightly as he pushed further in. John cursed under his breath. He didn't want to hurt her by rushing, but the desire to plow her into his bed was overtaking him. He wasn't expecting to be pulled in so deep and to be gripped so firmly. Kegel must be her best friend.
Okoye released the breath she was holding as he pushed his way into her. The sweet burn of being stretched open pulling a high pitched whimper from her. She bit her lower lip to stifle the next unbecoming sound that tried to escape.
"I want to hear you," he moaned as he began pumping in and out of her. His eyes hooded as he watched her trying to hold back again.
"All of you," he growled his voice barely a whisper. Okoye shivered at the timbre of his command. He slid both of his arms under her shoulders pressing her tightly to his chest while he sank her further into the mattress. He thrust deep into her well pulling another moan from her lips. The cadence of her moans and deep breaths danced in his ear. It was a sound he wanted to hear all night.
Okoye met each of his thrusts with exuberance. Her excitement was building again, and the deep thrumming was multiplying with each fluid stroke of his cock. Wanting to go deeper John disengages her legs from his waist, positioning them back towards her head. This position gave him the leverage he needed to sink his full length into her pulling loud, long moans from her.
John grunted as his groin slapped against her muscular legs and backside. With each wet pump, he leaned his weight more and more onto her extended legs till her feet were pressed into
the soft comforter behind her head.
Okoye muscles soon began to ache, she was tired, but she didn't want to stop. She wanted him. She wanted him to sink further into her pussy to consume her. The weight of him on top of her pushing her further into his bed. The softness of the comforter that was now soaked with their combined sweat and juices. Her diaphragm ached from her legs being pushed behind her ears and held there by his strong arms as he pumped into her rotating his hips to hit that special spot inside. Her legs shook as she reached her peak again and again.
He didn't know if he could last much longer between the sounds of her moans to the milking of him with her walls. He was sure to release soon, but he wanted to make sure she had one last explosive release. The feel of her muscular legs wrapped around his waist and pulling him in further while holding him in place. His breathing hitched as he plunged deeper into her flesh. His pelvis rubbed against her clit and the top of his cock slid across her soft inner fleshy spot. The climatic rise in octaves told him she was almost there.
Their bodies moved as one. The melodious rhythm guiding them each toward the climactic end. Two deep thrusts pushed her over the edge. Her pussy throbbed around him pushing and pulling his orgasm from him and every last drop of cum out his leaking head.
Her creamy essence washed over his still thrumming cock. Her heady scent mixing with the saltiness of their combined sweat created a sexually charged aroma.
They laid in the bed resting far away from the large wet spot in the bed.
Contentedly resting her head on his chest, Okoye peppered kisses along his pectorals. She felt good… scratch that, she felt great. Her leg was resting across his midsection while she nestled into the crook of his body. John pulled her in closer to his body. His hand absentmindedly drawing circles over her hip bone. He enjoyed the feel of her body flush with his. The rise and fall of their chests falling in sync with one another. Her fingers danced through the patch of salt and pepper hair across his chest. The soft texture tickling her sensitive skin. Her lithe fingers lightly traced an outline along the edge of a long vertical scar across his chest. The wound had long healed but the skin still puckered in some areas. His mind began to swim as she ran her fingers along his chest pausing at each scar or old bullet wound.
His flaccid penis grew under the light touches. His exposed cock jumped at the tender attention she was giving. Okoye feeling the swell of his member against her skin slid her hand down, wrapping her fingers around as she stroked. It grew to its full girthy width and length warm and pulsating as it expanded.
Small deposits of precum oozed from his pink bulbous head. She circled her thumb over his slit gathering up the clear fluid before placing it in her mouth drawing it across her tongue. His eyes darkened as he watched her lips glisten with his liquid offering.
"Now it's my turn."
With a slow rotation of her hips, her dark patch of hair blended with his untamed pitch black field. Small beads of essence and sweat collecting along the hair shafts. He let her have control as she rode him. Leaning her body over to grip the headboard her rhythm picked up as she chased her next orgasm. Her beautiful features changing as each tingle and jolt flowed through her. The bed shook, and the headboard knocked against the wall. She wasn't stopping till she reached her goal. The precipice was in sight as her body hummed with energy. Throbbing and pulsing in time with her movements. She opened her eyes to meet his dark orbs. His pupils wide as he was getting off on watching her get off. He reached up grabbing the back of her neck pulling her down to him to capture her mouth. Swallowing her orgasmic cry as she flowed around him again. Her moisture leaking down his cock and onto his balls.
She continued to slowly rock as she tried to catch her breath. Her chest rising and heaving against his. She could feel the heavy thumping of his heart, but his breathing remained calm. Damn his stamina, she thought. Anyone else would have given up the fight by now but it seems John meant to surpass even her expectations of this formidable man.
"Sit up. I want to see you do that again," he breathed against her lips. He pulled her upper body upwards as Okoye groaned in protest to the movement, but still she complied. She felt him still encased in her heat and still impossibly hard. She tightens her muscles squeezing and releasing him. He moaned deep within his chest the vibrations flowing from his chest down his midsection to his cock causing it to flex. He grabbed her by the hips pushing himself deeper into her. Using his strong hands, he manually moved her back and forth as Okoye leaned back placing her hands atop his knees. She soon found her rhythm again bouncing upon him. He watched her beautiful form as he licked his thumb and put it onto her clit, circling the swollen flesh as she bounced. He was determined to watch her break over him again. Okoye yelped as she came again. Her sweet nectar gushing from her, wetting his groin and midsection. John cried out as his own orgasm erupted from him pumping into her as she contracted around him.
Okoye collapsed limply backward. The position was uncomfortable, but at that moment she didn't care. John ran his fingers up along her flexed thigh muscle. Okoye giggled at the ticklish movement. Enjoying the sound, he did it again. Shaking with laughter Okoye haphazardly moved her legs from under her kicking John in his face.
Realizing her error, Okoye laughed even harder a small snort escaping. John soon joined her after making sure his nose wasn't bleeding. She hadn't laughed this hard in a long time, and it felt so good to her.
"You're always trying to knock me out," he said snarkily. Okoye crawled to the head of the bed where he was still tugging on his nose.
"Don't be such a baby," she playfully chided as she turned her back to him while sliding her body next to his becoming the little spoon to his big. John threw his arm over her waist pulling her closer to him. He sighed heavily as he found a comfortable position. Placing a kiss on the back of her neck. He felt light and calm at that moment. Before sleep overtook him, John asked Okoye what she wanted for breakfast. Her reply was a throaty 'hmmm' then nothing but the soft sound of her even breathing. John soon followed with his last thought on scrambled or over easy.
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