The flight from the debriefing in Miami had been quick after the team had seen to the retention of power by a leader friendly to the U.S. Yet, another successful mission where Cinnamon’s prowess as a seductress was once again put to use. This time her mark could not have been easier, Rollin, posing as accountant, Freidrich Vender. It had been difficult for them not to reveal too much familiarity as she flirted with him.
Cinnamon’s bag now sat just inside the door of her apartment, her purse carelessly thrown in a nearby chair and Rollin’s jacket tossed beside it. In her bedroom, she and Rollin lay entwined in each other’s arms. Having flirted incessantly on the flight home and taken with the intensity of the moment, they had barely made it to the bed, as was evidenced by the clothes that were scattered about the room.
Cinnamon raised her head from Rollin’s shoulder and reached across him toward the bedside table. He caught her hand, kissed her fingers and reached over to the table for her. He retrieved a packet of cigarettes. He pulled one from the pack, lit it and took a drag. He passed it to her. She took it from him and took a deep drag.
“Thank you.” She said quietly as she turned to blow the smoke away from him.
“My pleasure.” He said with a smile.
She moved away from him slightly pulling the sheet over herself. She then rolled back next to him, adjusting a pillow for her head next to his shoulder. She slipped her leg over his and draped her hand, which held her cigarette, across his chest.
Rollin reached for an ashtray and placed it on the outside edge of the bed. She took another drag from the cigarette and handed it back to Rollin. He did likewise and placed it in the ashtray.
Cinnamon snuggled tighter against him and sighed. Rollin crushed out the cigarette and returned the ashtray to its place.
He turned to Cinnamon and kissed her forehead. She looked up at him and slowly rolled away from him. He spooned her, wrapping his arm about her waist.
Cinnamon marveled at how content she’d become in his arms. Their three-year forbidden relationship had not wavered. He was a tireless lover and he enjoyed showing her just how committed he was to her as often as possible.
They dozed until early evening, tired from their long flight and their recent activities.
Cinnamon stirred when she felt a hand slowly run up the back of her thigh. She smiled as Rollin kissed her neck and earlobe. She rolled over to face him. He cupped her face with his hand and kissed her deeply as he moved on top of her, continuing to kiss her neck and face. She felt him between her legs and she opened herself to him. He entered her gently. She wrapped her legs around the outside of his, pulled him deeper into her and they began a gentle rhythmic movement against each other.
Cinnamon sought his lips as he continued to kiss her breasts. His hands brushed her hair from her face and he kissed her eyelids. Rollin quickened their motion and Cinnamon leaned her head back, closed her eyes and sighed. He continued to kiss and stroke her breasts. He quickly thrust against her, which caused Cinnamon an involuntary gasp. Cinnamon felt him deep within her. She arched her back and accepted him fully. He released deep inside her, pausing their motion momentarily, waiting for Cinnamon.
He slowly turned Cinnamon’s head to him and kissed her gently as he began a pulsating movement with his hips. She moaned, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to her. Again, he began their slow rhythmic motion, as he breathed in the scent of her hair, kissing her earlobe. He again slowed their motion and slowly raised his head to look at Cinnamon. She looked relaxed and peaceful, with her eyes closed. He turned his head and gently kissed her lips, as he slowly withdrew from her.
She looked up at him, smiling softly, her arms around his neck. “That was nice.” She whispered as she sighed and kissed him.
He returned the smile and kiss. He moved from on top of her, stretched out beside her and sighed contentedly. She rolled over next to him draping her arm across his chest. They lay together, savoring their spent passion. Rollin picked her hand from his chest and kissed her palm. She nuzzled his ear. “Mmmmm.” She said kissing his ear.
He turned his head to look at her. “Always my pleasure.” He whispered smiling.
THE END
Elena Vorska
June, 2001