Page 25 of Felix and the Spy
“You got this place cleaned,” she commented, looking around at the cozy cottage. New white sheets covered the four-poster bed at the center of the room. It was a rather simple room—with a bed, nightstand, and a cupboard placed on the wooden floor. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?”
He nodded. “I didn’t want to risk being seen by our colleagues at the inn. I thought now that I’ve got this place cleaned, we might as well make the most of it.”
After that, they stopped speaking. Felix lit several candle lamps. In the pale light, she could see him more clearly. Felix’s shirt was off. Salt and pepper curls clung to his pale chest. His stomach was flat and soft. After he had brought her to a toe-curling orgasm in the garden, they’d muttered their goodbyes to Acelina and Petronilla, and made their way to his old house.
Felix removed his spectacles and placed them on the nightstand. When he looked at her, his lips slightly parted, she realized she was naked.
She moved closer to him, inhaling the masculine scent of him. It scrambled her brain. Amara placed her palm flat on his chest, where she could feel his increased heartbeat.
“It isn’t fair that only one of us is naked.” She ran her nails over her chest, scraping his skin, grazing his nipple as she moved lower. He grunted. When she gripped the waistband of his trousers, his breaths grew shallow. Her nude body pressed against his. “What do you like in bed, Felix? I can call you that, can’t I?”
“You can call me anything you want.” His voice was deep. She undid his trouser buttons, prolonging the torture of her breasts pressed to his upper arm. His bulge protruded against the fabric of his trousers. She should’ve sucked him off after he made her come. He must have blue balls.
“Do you have any preferences?” She pulled his trousers. They pooled at his feet and Felix stepped out, kicking them away. His veiny, throbbing shaft pointed at her, beads of liquid clinging to the tip. Amara wrapped her fist around his member, using her thumb to spread pre-cum all over his crown. Felix thrust into her hands.
“As long as you’re touching me, I’m sure I’ll like it.” His voice was all breath. She laughed. Her wet thumb traced the veins on the underside of his shaft. His silver irises darkened as she continued to explore. She wrapped her fist around him and began to slide up and down. His cock swelled in her hand as she continued to pump him. Her pussy grew wetter with every stroke, violently craving his beautiful cock inside it.
“Hmmm…just like that. You’re doing such a good job.” His voice was honey to her ears. The intensity of her pumping increased. She wanted him to explode all over her hand until warm cum coated her skin. Her other hand cupped his balls, making his hips buck. His eyes opened abruptly. “You should stop now or I’m going to come all over you.”
Standing on tiptoes, her pointed nipples grazed his chest, as she leaned up to his ear to whisper, “That’s what I want. Come for me, darling.”
His cock twitched, thrusting more violently into her hands. His balls were tight. He was so close. She played with his balls while her grip on his shaft grew more insistent.
Her teeth grazed the shell of his ear, her hard nipples dragging over his chest. The friction from his coarse hair made her clit throb. “You’re going to kill me, Amara.” His voice was tight.
A light scrape of her nails on his shaft finished him off. Felix exploded in a heated climax, screaming a list of profanities into the still night air.
“Fuck, Amara!” His entire body went tight, as he violently gripped the edge of the wall to remain standing.
“Yes. Do it. Lose control.” she edged him on, milking his cock with her palm. Warm ribbons of cum exploded all over her hands and her stomach, dripping down her thighs. The sight of his release coating her turned her on even more.
His eyes blazed red as he shot his seed on her belly. Her eyes closed with undisguised pleasure as she felt him all over her hand. Every breath, every shudder, every twitch was hers to hold. Hers to experience and feel. She had done this to him— turned the reserved, proper Felix into a red-eyed demon. A savage cry erupted from his mouth as the final waves of pleasure rocked his body.
She released his shaft when he began to go limp. His eyes opened, still red, gazing at her face with awe. He brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them.
“Thank you.”
Nobody had ever thanked her for giving them an orgasm.
“This isn’t over,” she reminded me. “Thank me with your cock inside me, ravaging my pussy until I see stars.”
“Give me a few minutes to recover.” He pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Kissing you from head to toe should be enough time.”
Another flush colored her body. If he kept saying things like that, she might start really liking him. Amara lay down on the bed, her legs slightly parted to reveal her pink, glistening pussy to his gaze. She thought he would kiss her on the lips, however, he picked up one leg and pressed a quick kiss on her toe. It went straight to her clit, igniting sparks inside her. He kissed her toes one by one. Then, he took one of them into his mouth and sucked. His tongue swirled around the padded bottom, intensifying the throbbing between her legs.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t last very long.” Her face twisted with pleasure. He sucked her other toe, taking his time to explore every little curve. Her wet toes emerged from his beautiful mouth, glistening with saliva. She had never experienced anything like this before—this slow, gentle exploration that made her feel valued. Special.
“I love your feet.” He kissed the padded balls of her feet, moving lower to lick the curve. Her skin grew warm and tight. “It was the first thing I noticed when you showed up at Duality tonight.” Another kiss to her heel.
He released one leg and began kissing the other. He sucked and kissed her toes, making sure no part of her went unattended.
“What do you like in bed, other than praise?” He said, moving to her ankles. His cock began to swell again. She moved her free leg, sliding a wet toe up and down his shaft. The rough, animalistic sound he made was so hot. He gripped her leg, but she continued to tease him, wiggling her wet toes.
“I like it rough.” Her voice was a seductive whimper. “Make me feel like I consume your existence.”
“That won’t be hard.” He laughed, letting go of her foot, kissing a trail up her ankle and calves. Her ministrations were making him harder. At this rate, they might not make it past her hips. “When you’re around, I can’t focus on anything else.”
“I like it when you talk dirty to me, and put your hands all over my body,” she went on. “Keep going unless I tell you to stop.”
