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Jonathan sat at the small table in his hotel suite, jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up to bare his forearms, trying to concentrate on the financial report spread out before him. It was not working. All he could think about was the woman who any minute now would be walking through his door and offering her sweet body once more for his lecherous use. Assuming, of course, that she was coming. It was possible that her good sense had reasserted itself (he had the distinct feeling she was normally a level headed woman) and she had chosen to go home rather than subject herself to his filthy attentions once again. The thought upset him more than the loss of a casual hook up should or ever had before.
Annie though... Annie was not the ordinary casual hook up. She was his perfect match, in body, in passion, and if his instincts were correct, instincts he lived by, she might also be his perfect match in much, much more.
He could hear the ticking of his watch, and it echoed loudly in his pulse. Was she coming? Was he truly destined to be that lucky? After all that he had done, would he be allowed this?
There was a soft knock and then the door handle moved with a slow click. Jonathan's breath caught in his throat as the door pushed open and quickly shut again behind the wide eyed woman who hesitantly entered his rooms. A smile of triumph and appreciation spread across his face as she stopped a few feet from him, a question in her gaze. Remembering what exactly he had told her, he nodded briefly and saw her eyes close for a moment before she began unbuttoning her blouse with trembling fingers.
Jonathan ran his hand over his quickly growing erection as Annie removed and carefully folded her top and skirt, placing them neatly on a chair near the entry way. Her bra soon followed, leaving her naked to his gaze for the first time since their initial coupling all those months ago. He brazenly looked her up and down, noting the flush in her cheeks as he did so. God, she was gorgeous. Shapely and soft with ample curves for him to fondle and feast on. Her eyes locked on his, submission in their depths, and she sunk to her knees in the center of the room.
"Very good, Annie," he praised her, voice rough with desire. "You follow orders remarkably well. Now, open your pretty mouth so that I can give you your reward."
Her tongue licked her lips enticingly before they parted, and he just suppressed groaning aloud at the sight. Standing up and noting how his pants tented, Jonathan made himself walk slowly over to stand in front of her. He wanted to savor this, to enjoy every last moment of anticipation and control.
"Go ahead, pretty one," he told her, stroking her hair in appreciation.
Annie reached out and undid his zipper, and he allowed her to push his dress pants down past his arse. Taking a deep breath she wet her lips once more and leaned forward, tongue tracing a line up the underside of his hard cock. To his intense pleasure, he saw her hands go behind her back and clasp each other before her mouth descended onto him. She remembered then. Excellent. When they had done this before he had chided her for using her hands, insisting that she use her mouth only. That mouth, so wet and warm, slid down around him now, and he moaned as his cock found a home in it. She bobbed up and down, struggling to take him, gagging occasionally. The feeling of her choking around him was arousing in and of himself, but he wanted more.
"You are talented, my love," he purred as her tongue swirled around his head. "With a little practice I think we can get turn you into a first rate cock slut. Just imagine, feeling me all the way down that pretty little throat of yours. I know I have."
He could not decipher the noise she made at his praise, but the look that she flashed him was hot and wanting. God, he wanted to shove himself hard down her throat. To fuck her face until he made her gag.
"I have an idea," he said, stepping back and sliding out of her protesting mouth. "Don't worry, love, I'm not done with that pretty face yet."
Picking her up with ease, Jonathan carried her over to the bed and dropped her down unceremoniously on her back.
"Lie down with you head hanging off the end," he instructed her, quickly shucking off his clothes while she obeyed his instructions. "That's it. This should make it easier on both of us."
Walking back over to her, he smiled at her upside down, confused look before shoving his cock back into her mouth.
"You see?" he asked smugly as he pressed deep into her. "This opens up your throat, lets me take you deep. By the time I'm done, my balls will be snug against you cute little nose. Would you like that?"
Annie made a little whimpering noise that he took for assent and Jonathan smiled. Her tongue was doing all it could to add to his pleasure as he thrust in and out of her, desperate for the feel. His eyes feasted on her body, laid out before him like a vision. An idea struck him and he smiled down at her.
"Annie," he instructed around his grunts and moans, "I want you to touch yourself for me. Show me what you did all these months when you thought about me."
She was shy at first, fumbling with her hands as they made their way down her body. He knew she was not normally promiscuous, no matter how much he might like to call her a slut. She would not be used to someone watching her masterbate. The knowledge made it even more satisfying when she began to gingerly open her thighs and stroke her cute little pussy. Her mouth slackened a little around him, but he didn't care. He was past teasing now, wanting instead to fuck her mouth, slide over her velvety wet tongue. Between the sight of her fingers finding their rhythm through her cunt to match his thrusts, the smell of her arousal, the sounds of her muffled cries, and feel of her hollowed cheeks around him, his senses were on overdrive.
"That's it, my little whore," he grunted, feeling his balls begin to tighten. "Suck me dry while you fuck your fingers for me. You are the most perfect fuck toy a man could ask for. I am going to fill you with cum until you drown in it, and you are going to drink it all, do you hear me? That's it, keep your throat open for me. I want as far down as you can take it."
With a deafening groan, Jonathan pressed into her mouth and emptied, filling her throat as he had promised. He felt Annie convulse around him, but she obeyed him once more, struggling to swallow all he gave her. Realizing that she must be uncomfortable, he regretfully pulled out of her mouth leaving her panting in his absence. She lay on the bed, legs spread, eyes teary, looking utterly used and gorgeous and he felt a savage surge of ownership deep within him.
"You are mine, do you hear me?" he growled, lunging onto the bed and dragging her by her ankles until her head was securely on the mattress. "You, Annie Tyler, belong to me and me alone. Say it."
Annie stared at him for a moment, as if confused at what he was saying, and then her head nodded twice convulsively.
"Yes, Jonathan," she answered, voice hoarse from his use of her. "Yes, I belong to you."
"Damn right," he swore, and like a man long starved he dove into her pussy, tongue ravenous for the taste of her.
She was already wet, dripping in fact, and Jonathan eagerly lapped at it all, wanting to gorge on her juices. His nose played against her clit as he plunged his tongue into her cunt, causing her to writhe on the bed. One strong arm rose with a snarl to press her back into the mattress, keeping her still so that he could continue to dine on her. His other hand more skillfully replaced his nose to torment her bundle of nerves, driving her quickly into an intense orgasm. He continued to tongue fuck her through it, greedily drinking up her release and eager for more. She whined softly as she realized that he had no intention to stop and raised his head to look at her flushed and gasping face.
"I'm not done yet," he informed her in a voice that brooked no contradiction. "You will lie there and take every orgasm I give you until I decide that I have had enough. Is that clear?"
Annie whimpered again, but nodded when he only stared at her.
"Good girl," he smiled evilly. "Now, let's see how many times I can make your cute little pussy cum, shall we?"
In the end, he managed to drag three orgasms out of her before deciding that he had pushed her as far as he dared for tonight. She was not used to such intense handling, hell, he was not used to it himself! He didn't want to scare her off, not when there was so much more he wanted from her.
Everything, he thought. He wanted everything from her. The thought should have terrified him, but it only made him pull her possessively to his side and hold her there while he slowly stroked her exhausted body and whispered praises into to her.
"What time do you have to work tomorrow, Annie love?" he asked quietly as they began to drift towards sleep.
"Not until night," she answered drowsily. "I have the graveyard shift. I am yours for the day, if you want me."
"You are mine for as long as I want," he reminded her, but with tenderness. "And I very much want, Annie. Very much indeed."
"Good," she smiled, and drifted towards sleep.
***
When he woke up the next morning, Jonathan felt the twin sensations of being completely at piece, and yet hard with insistent arousal. How both could exist at once was a mystery, but certainly had something to do with the woman snuggled warm against his chest, spooning nicely into his body. His hand roamed over her body with a will of its own, luxuriating in the feel of her supple skin. She made a little cooing noise as his fingers ran down her side, and it went straight to his heart. She sounded so trusting, so receptive to him.
Unable to resist, Jonathan used his leg to separate hers and gently pressed his cock head against her over used opening. Annie moaned softly in her sleep, but her body pressed back into his. He decided this was a good sign, and slowly thrust forward, smug that she was still wet enough to let him enter her with ease. He kept still once he was sheathed within her loving the way her walls gripped so tightly around him. One of his hands toyed with her nipple, rolling it into a hard nub and enjoying how her body responded against him.
"Jonathan," she said on an exhaled breath.
"What do you want, my love?" he asked her, kissing her hair.
"Make love to me," she murmured in a sleepy voice.
"I would love to," he smiled.
Sliding gently out of her, he rolled her over and climbed on top, caging her in with his body. She had asked him to make love to her, not to fuck her, and he intended to do just that. Leaning down, he kissed her tenderly, exploring her mouth with more leisure than he had allowed himself before. Her hands found their way around him, and he shuddered at her touch as it ran down his back. Trailing his lips down the column of her neck, he whispered to her how beautiful she was, how sweet and kind. When at last he pressed forward to enter her again, her body once more admitted him eagerly. Jonathan rose up on his forearms, wanting to watch the play of emotions over her face as he took her. Her eyes were half closed, head back, hair wild on his pillow. His name, sounding like a prayer, repeated itself from her lips.
"I have never seen anything so beautiful," he told her truthfully, "of felt anything good."
"Me either," she smiled at him, eyes opening to meet his.
Jonathan felt his pulse race at the look she gave him, and blood began to scream for more. He lifted her legs from the bed and she quickly wrapped them around him, gasping as he began to graze over her clit. Willing himself to last, he held of his quickly approaching climax. He needed to make sure she finished before he did, would give everything he had to last until she came. He began to doubt his own willpower when her body tightened beneath him, bowing off the bed as his name rang out loudly into the room. It was the final nail in his coffin, and Jonathan released into her, Annie's name entwined with a string of curses in the ultimate term of endearment.
"Would you like some breakfast?" he asked some time later as she lay with her head on his chest.
"That would be nice," she answered. "The kitchen here is actually quite good. It's one of our best selling points."
Her voice sounded odd to his ears, distant compared to how it had been before. He didn't care for it one bit.
"What do you recommend?" he asked, trying to ignore the feeling.
"I don't know," she laughed. "I have no idea what you like. For breakfast I mean. You could be allergic to eggs for all I know."
Jonathan lay quietly, trying to decipher the moment. There was a tension in her body now, in addition to her voice.
"Eggs," he told her quietly. "I like eggs. Bacon, beans, toast, the full English breakfast if they have it. After all, we did work up quite an appetite."
"We did," she smiled mechanically.
"And you?" he asked, keeping his voice light. "What does Annie Tyler eat for breakfast?"
"Not much usually," she told him. "Coffee and something I can take on the go."
"How about today?"
"I don't know."
"Annie," unable to ignore her strangeness any more, Jonathan sat partially up, forcing her to do the same and look at him. Her eyes, though, remained lowered. "Annie what is wrong? Talk to me."
"Nothing," she smiled overly bright.
"Annie, I know what I said last night, and this morning, but please, love. I know that I have no real claim on you. If you want to walk out the door and never see me again... well, I won't like it, but there's nothing I can do to stop you."
Won't like it was a hideous understatement. Jonathan felt in that moment that if Annie were to leave him he would not survive. Putting aside the passion of the night before, and that was a lot to put aside, what they had shared this morning was something even more. He had opened himself, made himself vulnerable emotionally in a way he rarely if ever did. Watching her eyes as she came undone beneath him had been an almost religious feeling for him.
"We both said a lot of things," she worried at the blanket. "Things probably best not said."
"What do you mean?"
"When I asked you to... well, I know that I have no right. That is, we both know what our arrangement is. No strings, no feelings. Just great sex."
"Is that what you want?" he asked, uncomfortable with the idea.
"It doesn't matter what I want," she sighed, eyes suspiciously bright. "It's how things are."
"It matters to me what you want. It matters a great deal. And what about what I want?"
"Please, don't feel you have to be kind," she dashed her hand across her eyes. "I never expected to see you again after that first night, so these last two days have been a lovely bonus. And if you still want me for the rest of the weekend, well, that would be even more than I hoped. But I knew from the get go that Jack Linden was not a man to settle down with."
"But I'm not Jack Linden," he said, cursing his complicated past.
"Aren't you?"
"I was," he admitted. "And you are right, that man who took you up to his room above the pub was not a man to be tied down. There were reasons. Important reasons. He needed to be unencumbered, ruthless in everything."
"And now?"
"Now I am Jonathan again, whatever that means. I've never really known myself."
Annie looked at him with such warry compassion in her eyes, that it undid him. As much as he knew he should hold back, should spare her the sordid details of his past, it all came pouring out. The affair with Sophie and her brutal murder in Cairo, meeting Roper in Zurich, Angela Pine and her plan to recruit him into the scheme to take down the worst man in the world. And then the mission itself. How he had traded away all he was, risked his life, his name, and his very soul to make the world a safer place. Annie listened intently to everything he said, silently taking in the story. From time to time she would reach out and touch him, lightly soothing him through the worst of the memories.
When he finally reached the end, he realized that tears were running down his face. Annie drew his head down and kissed them, her own eyes watery. He didn't know exactly why he wept. He only knew that he had been holding it all in, all that tension, for so long, that letting it out was a physical sensation. He was grateful that she didn't speak right away, gave him time instead to sit with the past, and to begin to move on from it.
"You have been through so much," she said at last. "More than anyone should have to endure."
"I did my duty," he said with a shrug.
"I must seem so small to you."
"You seem like a prayer," he smiled.
"What do you mean?"
After a brief hesitation, Jonathan grabbed his cell phone from the nightstand. With a touch of a few icons, he pulled up a picture and handed her the phone. Annie's eyes widened as she looked down at the picture. It was her, of course. He had taken it the morning he left her without a goodbye. She was curled up in his bed above the pub, a dull white sheet preserving her modesty in the way it draped across her, but still allowing most of her delicious body to be seen. Her hair was a halo around her pretty head, and a peaceful smile tilted her lips as she slept.
"I know I had no right to take this," he told her, smiling fondly at the photo, "but I couldn't resist. You looked like a fallen angel, there in my bed. You had just given me the best night of my life, right before I had to depart for the most dangerous mission. I wanted something to bring with me, a talisman of the good I was fighting for when the world got dark. That was you, Annie. You were my guardian angel."
"I'm not an angel, Jonathan," she told him.
"No, thank god," he grinned. "You are a woman. Very, very much a woman. Kind, giving, smart, and more desirable than any I have ever known."
"But you don't know me."
"It is my job to know people," he argued. "To trust my instincts. My life, and the life of countless others, has depended on it. And from the moment I first saw you in that dingy little pub my instincts have been screaming one thing at me. I want you, Annie. Not just for a night, or a weekend, though I will take what I can get. I want to know you. To know every inch of you, mind, body, and soul. When you asked me this morning to make love to you - that is what all this fuss has been about, yes? When you asked me that, it didn't scare me, didn't make me want to run. Quite the contrary, it was as if you were asking me to breath, or even more to eat chocolate. To do something that my body was not only made to do, but craved. I want to make love to you, Annie. And I want fuck you senseless into the mattress, and to make you kneel, and god knows what other things my filthy brain will come up with for you. But what it all comes down to is that I want you. If, that is, I have not scared you off."
Jonathan's heart was in his mouth as she silently weighed his words. He needed, desperately needed, her to say yes. It was as though his life were paused, his heart unable to beat until she gave her consent. In torment, he hung on what her next words would be.
"Pancakes," she said, confounding him completely.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I want pancakes. For breakfast. And then I think we should take a long bath. After all, I am not naive enough to believe the syrup with not end up in places other than on the breakfast. You see, I feel I know you too, Jonathan."
As he watched a smile light up her face, Jonathan's spirits soared.
"You mean?"
"I do. I want you too. Could you doubt it?"
"I did," he admitted. "But I will make sure you never regret it."
Grabbing her with no finesse at all, Jonathan proceeded to kiss her senseless and Annie was more than willing to allow it. When he began to explore her body with needy hands, however, she pulled back.
"Breakfast first!" she insisted, laughing breathlessly. "I need my strength replenished."
"In that case," Jonathan smirked, picking up the menu from the bed stand, "I think pancakes, and a full English, and a rasher of bacon, and waffles, and home fries..."
He was still listing off items as Annie began hitting him with the pillow. Breakfast didn't come first after that, but she didn't mind one bit.
