Spies and Lovers...or, The Process of Elimination

By Delorita

"What did he have on his screen?" I cannot stop wondering. Well, probably not that important...but why did he turn it off so quickly?

I sigh and quietly I open the door again to our kids' bedroom. Since my Gregorio thinks I'm telling them nightmares I want to be sure that they're sleeping peacefully. And they are.

I go to the window to open it further, take a deep breath of the fresh warm night air, looking at the stars...and I remember a certain night in Paris...over ten years ago when the sky also was filled with stars and with fireworks...and my mind goes back to the real beginning of the tale which I just told Carmen and Juni two hours ago....

***

The fax machine beeped. Damn it! I looked at my wristwatch. I was already too late. With a sigh I took the sheet of paper from the machine while I tried to put my dress on with one hand. I was always stressed--probably a problem of all spies. I didn't want to be too late for dinner with my boyfriend...not because I loved him that much--I thought I would never fell in love, I thought the man I needed would never exist--but because I was hungry. I hadn't eaten a bite the whole day. So the fax had to disappear in my purse, and I had not even looked at it. It had to wait until after dinner. With an empty stomach even the most important assignment had to wait.

But I was curious. I loved my job. So I made sure the meal didn't take too long. And after I convinced Hans, the boring agent student from Germany, to leave me alone, I looked at the fax again...."Gregorio Cortez" was written on it and "To eliminate immediately." A "Wow!" escaped my mouth when I looked at the picture in the light of my desk lamp.

"What a job!" I whispered to myself. I was truly shocked, first, because I knew Gregorio Cortez was the NUMBER ONE of enemy spies. Every agent knew that! And when my boss gave me the job to kill him . . . well . . . wouldn't that make ME number one? And second (I looked at the photo again): I had expected Gregorio Cortez to be a middle-aged, totally inconspicuous looking man. Instead I glanced at the features of a very handsome guy. And I mean VERY handsome. I sighed again, "How am I going to kill this living beauty?"

My friend and fellow agent, Brenda (code name Dollface) said over coffee, "That is one dangerous man, Ingrid. The best looking ones are the worst. You just be careful, babe, you hear?"

All the same, I could see she was relieved that the job hadn't gone to her!

At the same time, I felt proud that I was chosen, that they trusted me with a man who looked more like an embodiment of female fantasies than a flesh and blood man. Still, I was not able to take my eyes away from that face, especially from those dark brown seductive eyes, which seem to suggest me "You are NOT going to kill me!" I felt a little cramp in my stomach....

***

"Mummy, HELP! Ugly Fooglies!" Juni's complaining rips me away from my thoughts, back to reality. I jump from the windowsill and sit down beside him, stroking his cheek until he sleeps calmly again. I cannot get my mind away from the past. It had been too exciting....

***

"Ingrid, I'm going to eliminate you now," the man on top of me whispered, his voice husky, almost tremulous, his mouth very close to mine. "Yes. Do it!" I begged him. And in the same moment he thrust his strong hard weapon deep inside me and I helped him, forced his smooth butt against me. We both groaned aloud from the pleasure of that intense feeling.

"What will we do, when they find it out?" I gasped between his powerful thrusts.

"Then, honey, we are going to die together," Gregorio answered with a smirk and lowered his lips on mine, kissed me slowly, his tongue deep inside my mouth. I answered his kiss. I had never been kissed like that before....

Dollface, you are soooo right! He is a dangerous man!

My arms encircled his neck and I thought, yes, even if we have to die together I'll NEVER let this man go! I'd never even supposed men like this existed. The only thing I was worried about was whether he really loved me or if I was only an assignment for him.

He raised himself on his muscular arms so he was able to bury his hot gun even deeper inside my moistness, rubbing it more along my inner walls. That was the moment when I saw how Gregorio Cortez, the number one of enemy spies, lost control. His body was shaking, sweaty all over, his eyes closed. I noticed how much he enjoyed driving in and out of my hot body and asked myself why my mind was still so clear. But although the feeling of having that super-spy so very close to me had been most delicious, I had learned to be very careful. The spy part of myself knew that possibly everywhere was hidden danger. I wondered why he was so careless....

But I longed so much for the miracle to come true, that Gregorio would really love me. Then it happened, he opened his eyes, slowed his forceful movements and murmured, his voice soft and so lovable: "Te quiero, Ingrid, te quiero." And he bend down and kissed me gentle again, his tongue caressing my lips. Then he spoke more in Spanish and he knew that I did understand everything because I told him once that I'm fluent in the Spanish language. Of course I had done my research and knew he was born in Malaga, Spain. But he had never used Spanish when he talked to me before. Immediately I understood, if I'd been an assignment of him, he'd never switch to Spanish, not even while making the hottest sex.... I started to whisper the most tender words in his mother language, licked his earlobe, tenderly bit his sweet straight nose, caressed his mustache (which was not a fake one now) with my fingertip, remembered the luscious feeling which it gave to me when he kissed me between my thighs.

Slowly I gave myself up to him, felt him so strong and hard inside, his slick skin beneath my trembling fingers and when I wrapped my thighs around his slim hips to join him in the love movements he said as though he was able to read my thoughts: "Don't worry, honey, door and window are safely closed and there is not a piece of security equipment in the room, believe me, I checked it." I smiled to myself as though I didn't check it, but he was right, I did want to hear it from him too....

Another groan and a new slow thrust and then he whispered again: "Querida, forget we have been enemies, please love me, love me because I love you." This confession made me melt totally; I was not able to control my feelings or my body any longer. I wanted to fly with him on the clouds of happiness. And so I started to move beneath him, thrusting my lower body along his erected cock to make him move again.

"Te quiero, Gregorio," I sighed. "You won't be my enemy anymore because I also love you." And now our bodies and minds became one. We became one spy instead of two....

***

A light touch on my knee awakens me. "Ingrid, come to bed."

There it is again, the unmistakable voice from the man of my thoughts and my dream. He's kneeling in front of me, his chest bare, just wearing pajama pants. And he looks even more handsome than before with all his curls wet after the shower. He embraces my legs tightly and I feel the tickling of his chest curls. With his big brown eyes (which are not hidden now behind the glasses...although I think he looks sexy with his glasses) he looks up to me questioning while caressing my thigh:

"Why do you look so sad, my spy girl?" His voice is warm and very caring. And still feeling the moistness from our first lovemaking, I take his sweet face in both my hands and start to kiss my Gregorio. A kiss in which I was searching for our dangerous past. He kisses me back. Passionately, tenderly, powerfully. I feel how hot he is. Our kiss lasts several minutes and it is certainly not a kiss between a couple which has been married for over ten years. I still feel the same hunger for him as I did in the beginning of our relationship. But I feel another hunger too. I want to tell him this before we go any further in our love play.

His hand moves slowly up my thigh, his thumb already caresses my clit through my thin pajama pants. I sigh but I must tell him what I feel because he is my friend also, so I stop the kiss. When I look down at him and start to speak he smiles, taking the words from my mind: "You want to be an agent again." I can only whisper, near tears: "Sí." And he lifts me up from Juni's bed and I have the feeling I hear him murmur, "Me too."

As though I'm a feather he carries me to our bedroom and lays me down in our large bed. When he slips beside me under the sheet he says, his voice strong again, "But we are parents now." But I feel him pull away my panties, lowering his head to lick my already aroused nipples, I forget my sad thoughts, even when we aren't master spies anymore, he still is a master of lovemaking....

***

In the next morning after we take the kids to school, I see him there, in the middle of our living room with a confused expression on his face, busily looking for something in every corner of the room. I'm getting really curious.

"You're going where?" Somehow I cannot believe he has secrets. We promised each other to be honest always. We promised it in that first night, when we became one agent instead of two.

Gregorio starts to explain: "On assignment. Several OSS agents are missing including Donavan, no ransom, and no demands. They just disappeared." When he says that he has a teddy bear in his arm and I cannot help but smile a bit since he looks nothing like an agent now, he himself looks like a teddy bear and I cannot be angry with him. So I take a deep breath, asking, "After nine years YOU are accepting an assignment? Why?" I can't believe it! My heart starts pounding.

"In one word, DEVLIN!" He looks back at me, still impatiently looking for something beneath the cushions of the sofa.

"Devlin himself called?" I'm a little jealous. Devlin called him...why didn't he call me...or us together? Probably he has the old fashioned opinion that the mummy has to stay at home with the kids...

"He called, asked me to go...." Gregorio finally stops his search and gives his full attention to me. And I desperately want to turn the time back! I want to be on an important, dangerous, thrilling mission. On a mission with my spy boy together again! And in this moment I'm totally forgetting our kids (shame on me!) telling him: "I'm going with you!"

His face changes, and he sighs, "Ingrid, you are always looking to go on another mission. But we have children now, we can't both leave!"

Oh I love him and hate him for saying that but my mind is already looking for a possibility that I'll be able to go with him. So I'm starting my battle to convince him to take me with him, "I want to go on an adventure! I want to save the world!"

I'm looking very desperate now and step nearer to him. But he doesn't give up trying to tell me that I must stay. "Again? Honey? It's OLD! I mean if it wasn't for Donavan and the other agents I...I...I...I would be turning this mission down myself! I mean CLEARLY!"

He is SO sweet when he stammers those words, which are certainly not the truth. I smile to myself and I can see that he needs help to get back to be the master spy again. "You're gonna turn ME down?" I turn my voice in a sensual tone, stepping more close to him.

His "Eh?" makes me totally weak and when I'm in front of him I know exactly what to do: "Spy boy..." I lay my arms around his neck, nuzzling my mouth against his ear and murmur seducing words in his beloved Spanish mother language till I feel his arms enclosing me. And I know I'm getting him when I hear his defenseless groans: "Ingrid..." I search his mouth for a kiss, let my hand slide down on his body toward the bulge in his trousers which is always there, just not that big and growing like right now...He makes a last, not very convincing try, to tell me I shouldn't do that when he says: " Ingrid...what...what about the children...?"

I giggle in his ear when I notice how confused I already made him: "They are at school." My hand doesn't stop massaging him, I love to make him crazy. He looks so shy and innocent when he is "Daddy" but I know what a sexy man he was before and I also know how to turn him in my passionate lover.

"Take me on that mission, agent Cortez! Por favor!" Another squeeze at his balls with my hand. And he presses me close, groaning my name again. "Will you take me with you?" I'm very insistent and slip my hand in his waistband, open the button of his pants. He captures my mouth for a new kiss. Sighing very deeply. Since he doesn't wear briefs or shorts I can feel the smooth tip of his now fully erected cock. I touch it quickly, then slip my hand away, pretending to go. Quickly he grabs me and pulls me close, using his strength, holding me with one arm while I pretend to escape. With his other hand he slips beneath my skirt and the wetness of my panties does tell him that I won't go away and he smiles and says, his voice shaking with need: "OK, OK, agent Ingrid Cortez, I'll take you with me on that new mission!" Another kiss." but please release me." The next kiss.... "Now!" I also smile and push him on the sofa, pulling his pants down and a "Wow, your gun is loaded!" escapes me, when I let fall my panties down on the floor and then give his manhood entrance to my hot body, lower myself very slowly down on him and it slips a growl like from a wolf from his throat... his hands gripping my hips, his eyes meet mine and smiling at each other we start our familiar most luscious rhythm...

The adventure has begun!

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