Agent in Training

"Nonsense! I will deal with it Rorian. Consider it a wedding gift. Sonia is yours and there will be no doubt about it and anyone who says otherwise will answer to me."

"I appreciate that Dmitri. I still owe you one though."

"No, my mysterious American friend, we are even. Al-low me to be generous this time. Tomorrow we may be looking each other over a gun barrel."

"So long Dmitri." And that had been that.

Sonia was free and clear and soon we would be in Spain. It wouldn't be soon enough though.

Sonia was reading something printed on a fine letter-head. I recognized Dmitri's handwriting.

Uh oh.

I waited for disaster to unfold.

She glanced up from where she was sitting in an expensive leather seat and asked, "Just who are you?"

"Something of a man of mystery. Why, what did Dmitri say about me?"

Silently she handed me the envelope. There was some-thing besides just the letter in the envelope.

It was a bill of sale written three years ago for one Sonia Tarenkov aged 17 years old. The seller was listed as Kanislav Tarenkov.

I glanced at Sonia.

"My uncle." She whispered, as she went and read my mind again.

Taking out the letter I silently read Dmitri's note, "Dear Sonia, fate has picked you a wild one. Russia is full of many sad stories and yours is just one of many. I hope those hard days are over for you. While life will never be safe with a man such as yours, I know you will be happy just the same and that is good. You are free to come and go as you wish in Russia, but honeymoons are best taken somewhere warm. Sincerely, Dmitri Pavalov."

The sly old dog, maybe I had underestimated him. Maybe not.

One thing was for sure the man loved his granddaughter. Bullets had been flying and I had purposely stepped into the path of one shot off by one of his own henchmen that would've killed his granddaughter caught in a cross-fire and strange dude that Dmitri was he had called the fighting off on the spot.

He'd walked up and shot his own man responsible for the ill aimed bullet in the head. Then he had called an ambulance for me and walked away from $100 million in drug money that I had been in the process of liberating for a more noble cause.

Russia, love or hate the place it certainly had an intrigue to it, but not half as much as some of the people in it. I handed the note back to Sonia, but I kept the bill of sale, which I then tore up before her eyes only to let the pieces fall to the floor.

Tears streaked out of her eyes and I asked, "What's wrong?"

Giving me a watery smile she said, "Nothing. I'm just so happy. God, He is good."

Looking at her I simply didn't trust myself to speak. She was so sweet.

She had no right to be after what she'd gone through for three years and who knew what before that. Before I could turn to go she slipped off her chair onto her knees before me and started to undo my pants.

"What are you doing?" I asked startled.

She glanced up with passion turning her amber eyes aglow, "You have a need. I am your wife."

That was really all that needed to be said. I'd already been erect, but now things got a lot harder.

Fittingly though, just in time to spoil the moment I heard the captain cough somewhere behind me, "Uh Rorian, we're ready for takeoff."

Before I could say anything Sonia glanced around the side of my leg and said, "Thank you. Rorian is busy. I will relay the message. Please be free to take off though."

"Yes, ma'am."

The door closed behind me. When Dmitri heard about this he was going to die of laughter.

"So what?"

I glanced down into the most beautiful pair of eyes God had ever created and asked distractedly, "What?" Even as I felt the cool grasp of her hand settle in around the base of my shaft.

"So what if they think whatever they do. Don't let it bother you."

"You don't understand how something like this will travel."

She smiled and I felt myself get harder. She whispered, even as she nuzzled her smooth cheek into the wet head of my shaft, "Who knows, maybe they envy you."

Before I could think of a comeback to that her lips parted and she was kissing the most masculine part of me like she loved it and the strangest thing of all was that I believed that she did. I was a good read of people and you couldn't fake the emotion with which she was openly ex-pressing.

Her mouth beckoned and then slid over me. I groaned at the warm wet feel of her mouth loving the way her teeth gently scraped back and forth on my shaft.

My hands clenched into fists at my sides only to release as I felt her hands grasp them. Opening my eyes, I looked down as she brought my knuckles up to rub against her cheeks before she framed my fingers around the back of her head.

Her eyes were on mine and they spelled out an open invitation to me. She wanted me to take her mouth, how-ever hard I wanted to.

I didn't want to hurt her. Slowly she shook her head as if in admonishment of me and then blinking those amazing eyes of hers at me once more it was as if she compelled me to do what I wanted to do.

Closing my eyes, I gripped her head and shoved the length of my shaft through her open lips and into the tightness of her throat beyond. I did so again and again until I exploded with an orgasm such as I'd never had in my life.

I actually felt unsteady on my feet for a moment, but her hands were there on the back of my thighs as a steadying force. My eyes opened only to see her rising up off the floor.

Her face near to mine and with her eyes more radiant than ever she whispered, "You are a beautiful stud, my husband. I want you. Do you want me?"

"You have to ask?"

She laughed softly, but then grew serious faced, "No, it's just that I worry that....that you not be happy with me, because of...... the so many...... that have had me."

She was crying again and looking at me with her heart in her eyes, she whispered, "I wish you had been first and last."

Framing my hands around her face I said, "I'm grateful for now and Sonia...... I'm the last man who will ever have you. Got that?"

"Yes, my husband." And then her lips were on mine and I tasted the very essence of how grateful she was to be right here in my arms.

Never would I have expected this kind of emotion to be directed toward someone like me, but she was so different. She was absolutely perfect and I told her so with my kiss that I pressed back onto her lips.

The plane started moving faster and gracefully I maneuvered us down to the floor. She laughed and good-naturedly I said, "Shut up." Before continuing to kiss her with a force more passionate than I had ever had with any woman, because in a way it seemed this woman already knew me better than anyone ever had before and the miracle of it all was that she seemed to like me even still.

CHAPTER FOUR

Happiness

"Take me!" She begged, but I shook my head no.

"Why?" She groaned out.

"Because our first time together is not going to be on the floor of Dmitri's plane."

Her eyes mournful she remained quiet as I kissed her again. Then I got up off the floor only to realize that we were flying.

Fastening my pants together, I then helped her up off the floor. I surprised her then by sitting down in her seat and pulling her to sit down on me with her back to my front.

Her legs splayed apart to either side of mine and I felt her shiver as I spoke against the sensitive spot behind her ear, "Just because I'm not going to take you now doesn't mean I'm not going to torment you for the duration of the flight."

She gasped as I kissed behind her ear and then bit gently into the side of her neck. She was shaking slightly as I maintained my grip with my mouth on her even as I worked my hand up under the front of her skirt.

I rubbed my fingers across her panties where she was already soaking wet and she came apart at the seams. She held nothing back as she groaned and shuddered through her orgasm poised on my lap in complete submission to my every touch.

I'd barely touched her and this had been the result. What would be like when I put my mouth on her?

"Undue your blouse." I whispered after she'd calmed down a little.

Fingers shaking, she began to do so.

Looking over her shoulder I said, "You have absolutely beautiful breasts, Honey."

Her chest seemed to swell out even more at my words and then she groaned gutturally as my fingers slipped beneath the band of her soaked panties and rubbed directly upon her pleasure center. She bucked on my lap and gasped and I knew I was giving her too much direct stimulation, but a part of me didn't care.

I wanted to see this girl screaming with pleasure. Any other woman would have probably jumped off my lap, but she stayed and let me play with her as I wanted to and finally she did scream.

Trying to cut the scream off, she rammed her fist against her mouth, but it was still the sweetest sound I'd ever heard.

"You are so sweet." I whispered, as her whole body shook from the shattering release she had just experienced. Her legs still remained splayed apart in open invitation of whatever I wanted.

Her utter submission to my desires was like the sweetest of foods that I couldn't get enough of.

"Stand up and take your panties off."

Shakily, she got up with my assistance. Pulling her skirt up, she did as I asked and as she stepped out of them, she held them up and I took them from her.

Hand shaking she brushed at her hair even as I brought her panties to my face and smelled in the spicy sweet aroma that was all her. I patted the table in front of me and she got the message.

Almost shyly she stepped in front of me and set her gorgeous rear down on the small table before me. The smell and the look of her was simply too much.

Shaking my head I said, "Stand up."

She did so.

"Lift your skirt up and turn."

Fingers obeying even as her amber eyes reflected molten desire for me she brought her skirt up and turned around. Her bottom was breathtaking and leaning forward I kissed each half of perfection before turning her again and pressing against the delta of her womanhood for her to sit and as she did I pressed up higher until she lay backward over the table.

Her head and upper back falling over the small table I witnessed for the first time the glory of her womanhood splayed out before me. Caressing her silken thighs, I firm-ly held them apart even as if by instinct her calves hooked over my shoulders.

I leaned forward and kissed her and immediately she moaned. I licked the length of her wetly engorged labia and she cried out.

I suckled directly upon her clitoral bud and she came screaming.

It seemed all I had to do to pleasure this woman was to touch her. What would it be like to be inside her?

Her hands fought a war of wanting to pull my head away only to fall back down as she let me have my way with her. I let off on my suckle, but capturing both her hands, I held them by the wrist with just one of mine and pressed them against the warm pool of her belly even as her head still hung free towards the floor.

I began with my tongue to explore the new territory of her that was now entirely mine. My tongue touched every-thing.

I explored the creases of her thighs. I kissed the narrow patch of skin between her vagina and her asshole and then I licked wetly into the hot heat put off by her completely engorged vaginal lips, which were soaked wet with moisture from her desire of wanting me to be in her.

I penetrated her with my tongue and tasted her deeply all the while her body shuddered and spasmed as I did whatever I wanted to do with the most sensitive parts of her. A finger poised at her entrance I played with her clitoral bud again.

As she moaned I let my finger slide deep and crying out she came bucking against my face again. I could hear her crying from the force of pleasure she was experiencing, but she never told me to stop.

As I felt how incredibly tight she was about my finger, lost in orgasm as she was, I lost my resolve to wait even as I about came in my pants. Withdrawing my soaked finger I fumbled at the side of the seat that I was sitting on until finding the automatic button lever I depressed the recline function even as I continued to lick and suck at her.

Her voice was unintelligible as moan after moan bub-bled from her lips even as her body seemed locked in a constant orgasm. I lifted my head from her and taking her hands that were now straining to be free I pulled her up.

She came upright and collapsed in against me weakly, still groaning from an orgasm that had never stopped. I tipped her chin up and the sensually clouded haze of her amber eyes blinked as they met mine.

"I wanted to wait and be romantic, but I can't."

Straightening up a little she kissed me wetly even as her hands undid my pants. Her fingers fumbled, but succeeded at last in their objective.

She was still shaking, completely overcome and in the moment I did what I wanted to. Standing up I stepped to the side and pushed her forward toward the reclined seat.

Stepping behind her I lifted her at the waist and brought her forward just enough for her knees to catch the edge of my reclined chair. I pushed on her back and she fell for-ward onto her hands even as I moved forward to stand between her calves.

My shaft was raging to be inside, to be where my finger had been, but she was positioned too high. In frustration I felt anger surge as in the moment the basic need I had to penetrate was being denied.

She did then what females have been able to do ever since the days of old at creation's first breathe. She flexibly shifted her knees wider apart and her back arched down and suddenly she was perfectly positioned before me ripe for the taking.

Slipping her skirt up I claimed a harsh grasp upon her wide hips with my hands, even as in my passion driven state I took in the exotic look of a woman well pleasured, who turning her head looked back at me in a way that said she thought I was the most amazing stud in the world and that she couldn't wait to have me buried inside of her to the hilt.

It wasn't an act on her part, it was real, and nuzzling my shaft into the engorged folds of her entrance I let my-self go and drove all the way home into my wife. She was mine and forcibly I laid claim to her as every blessedly tight inch of her canal gave way to my shaft in a repeated fashion that was both brutal and beautiful.

My grip on her hips kept her from getting away, but far from that was the reality of each time I made my way into her, she was giving all she had to push back and meet my invasion with open submissiveness that begged for me to take everything and go as deep as I desired. The moment was far from romantic. It was elemental and raw and yet perfect.

My seed erupted from me almost savagely and straining I worked my way into her as deeply as possible and breathing like a stallion I held still locked in muscular tension as I spilled everything of me into the deepest reaches of her. The pleasure I was experiencing was indescribable.

This woman was perfection both physically and elementally. I couldn't believe that she was mine, but she was.

I could take her every day like this if I wanted. How.... why had God blessed me so?

Groaning, I bucked my shaft into her realizing with pleasure the orgasmic squeeze of her gripped tight about the entirety of me in yet another full orgasm on her part. She'd come at the same time that I had and not being able to stop myself, I began easing my still hard shaft back-and-forth into her for the sheer glory of the pleasure of feeling how good she felt.

Slowly better senses returned to me, but that said I couldn't bring myself to pull free of her. I never wanted this moment to end, but eventually it had to.

Sighing, I pulled free of her already wishing to be back where I had been. I helped bring her up to her feet.

She could barely stand. Feeling bad I kissed the hair covering her one ear and said, "That was hard. I'm sor...."

Her still shaking fingers covered over my lips and pulling her head back, she gazed up at me. I saw the truth writ-ten within her eyes that she had just experienced as much nirvana as I had.

Whispering, she said as tears fell, "Never..... never be-fore like this! Thank you, all my heart. I'm yours and just now I feel you give all of you to me. Very beautiful! Please never change. I want all you have! I will give you all that I am always, promise."

What did you say to such honest sincerity of heart? I kissed her and took her with me as I lay down upon the reclined chair.

I brought her to lay over top of me and together we just lay there kissing with a sincerity that I realized almost by surprise was love. There was the physical yes, but right now was love of a different kind.

She loved me and I loved her. Apart we were two darkened and somewhat shattered people, but together I was discovering something new, happiness.

I'd never had it and with relish I held on to her even as I got to experience more and more of it as each air mile went by taking us to our destination.

CHAPTER FIVE

Moonlight Show

The night was warm. There was no need for covers within the villa.

Moonlight unhindered by the overhead skylight radiated down and illuminated the bed. I'd gotten only maybe an hour or two of sleep.

It was simply just hard to sleep when suddenly life had gotten so full. We'd arrived in Spain yesterday. We hadn't left the villa since then.

Sonia was enthralled with both the villa, but most surprising of all, me. She asked me question after question and I held nothing back from her. She was my wife.

I hoped to not scare her off, but she had a right to know everything. I explained how I was part of a loosely affiliated group of individual agents as diverse as there are different cultures in the world.

From all walks of life and practice we had come from. We specialized in different things and yet our purpose was the same. Defend the defenseless and oppose the wicked.

We worked in pairs or by ourselves for the most part with complete autonomy to act as we saw fit, but we had a code. A code of respect for each other and there were times we as individuals had to heed the advice of others.

In some ways the Agency was an accountability group. There were also those times when more than one or two individuals gathered together, sometimes everyone.

To my knowledge, the latter had only happened twice. Once during the Cold War and once in 987 BC. It was a very old group.

Loosely structured as it was, it was by invitation only and, to my surprise, Sonia had asked me if she could join. I had told her that I would have to ask, although it was in my power to grant her wish.

Still out of respect, I felt I needed a grant of approval of sorts from those within the Agency I respected the most. None of the danger that I described to Sonia seemed not to have made a dent and instead all she was interested in was to know more and she did so question after question.

I'd never had anyone so interested in me in all my life. I glanced over to her beside me and groaned.

I felt my shaft harden yet again. I simply couldn't get enough of her.

Half on her side facing me one beautifully full breast lay openly displayed by moonlight, as if the height of divinely created artistry on backlit display. Her nipple was pertly at attention and not being able to help myself, I eased down on the bed and wetly took it into my mouth.

She stirred and not even looking at her face I felt the aura of her smile in the darkness. She was like the one thing in the world, I don't think it was ever possible to get enough of, but I intended to try.

She groaned deeply and arched her back. She did nothing to free her captured nipple from my lips, but instead I felt her hand curl around the thickness of my shaft.