A Bullet Never Lies(Closed for Courage)

He just smiled and kissed her again, wanting her to relax and go with the flow her body wanted. He could tell she was still a bit hesitant, so slowed down and let her take the lead, determined to have her enjoy herself.

He smiled as he felt her start to kiss him, and really kiss him. He wrapped her up and then turned, laying her on her back as he laid on top of her, supporting his weight on his elbows as he kissed her passionately, trying to make her forget where she was, and just live in the moment.
 
Irene sighed against the kiss, responding a little more by deepening the kiss as she felt Beau wrap his arms around her and lie her back on the sofa with him looking over her. She whimpered softly, her body losing itself in the passion that he was slowly igniting. She shivered at the wicked way that his tongue and lips played over hers and she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer against her body as she forgot everything around her.
 
Beau slowly lost himself in the kiss, letting passion rule as he gripped Irene tighter, kissing her deeply and intensely. He rolled, suddenly ending up on the floor, with her on top of him as he avoided doing damage to her arm or shoulder. He broke the kiss, then looked at her, seeing the passion and lust in his eyes as he pulled her down, kissing her hard and fast, trying to take her breath away and get her to take the lead at the same time.
 
Irene had never known a man to kiss her so passionately and intimately. She felt lost in a sea of strange emotions as he rolled onto the floor, her body pressed against his in the most intimate way. She lifted her head and stared down at him, trying to decide how to proceed. She decided that she liked kissing him and she resumed that, pulling at his bottom lip with her teeth as she let her fingers trace over the hard plains of his chest.
 
Beau groaned softly as he felt her teeth tugging on his lip, then gently pressed her into his chest, his fingertips sliding along her back. He had to stay aware of her shoulder, but he tried his best to make her feel good all over. He pressed his lips against hers, letting her keep his bottom lip as he slid his tongue along her top lip, teasingly enticing her to kiss him back.

As beau continued to kiss her, he wondered what was going through her head, and if she was enjoying this, or if she felt forced to do this for some reason. He also kept hoping she wouldn't be mad at him.
 
Irene noticed the way that he seemed hesitant. She frowned as he kissed her, his lips teasing her to kiss him back. She did so with a passion that surprised even herself. Her tongue dueled with his, fighting for dominance in the situation as his fingers fisted in her hair.

She broke the kiss and looked down at him, panting. Suddenly, she slapped Beau across the face and at his surprised look she grinned. “If you’re going to seduce me, you better fuck me like you mean it.” She said in a husky voice, full of desire.
 
Beau was shocked for a moment, then grinned. This was what he wanted from her. He suddenly picked her up off the ground and carried her to the bed, removing his shirt quickly, before ripping her shirt off. He avoided hurting her, but quickly pressed his body against hers, kissing her with as much passion and desire he had.

Beau's hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they constantly changed from caressing her sides to gently kneading her bra covered breasts, to teasingly rubbing her stomach. He saw how she responded to the different stimuli as he kissed her, and unknowingly made adjustments to turn her on even more.

He looked down at her after breaking the kiss, then grinned. "Are you gonna get those damn pants off so I can fuck you like I mean it?" he asked, the lust filling his eyes as a devilish smiled hovered at the corners of his mouth. He sat up quickly, stripping his pants off, leaving him naked for Irene to see what her body and passion did to him.
 
Irene squirmed beneath him the moment that he placed her on the bed. His hands were everywhere, tracing over her sides and hips and squeezing her breasts in the most delicious way. She moaned softly as he kissed her and made adjustments that made her incredibly wet.

As he stripped and showed himself off to her, she grinned up at him. His cock was hard, standing proudly at attention and waiting for her to make the next move. She propped herself up on her good arm and looked at him with a challenge.

“If you want to fuck me, you can take my pants off.” She said, cocking an eyebrow at him.
 
Beau smiled and then ripped her pants off, happy that she hadn't been wearing jeans, but sweatpants. he smiled as he saw her in just her bra, realizing he had never seen a more beautiful girl. He moved down over her, gently lifting her up as he unclasped her bra. He laid back down, his body finally coming into complete contact with her.

His hands immediately found her breasts as he kissed her with passion, urgency, and need. He slowly pressed his body against hers as he started to knead her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between his fingers. As he broke the kiss, his kneading got a little more forceful, while his mouth started to gently nibble and suck on her neck. He loved how she was reacting to what he was doing.
 
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Irene let out a moan of pleasure as he pulled her pants down her legs and looked over her body. She saw pleasure and appreciation there, something that a man hadn’t shown her in such a long time. When he unclasped her bra and her breasts bounced free, she squirmed as the heat between her thighs grew.

She moaned at the feeling of his hands on her breasts, his lips crashing down on hers with an urgency that she enjoyed. As he kneaded her breasts more forcefully, her nipples pinched between his fingers and his mouth nibbling and sucking on her throat, she knew she was in heaven. She parted her thighs for him, letting him see the wetness that was gathering on her lips.
 
Beau groaned, seeing what she was showing him. He slid down her body, placing kisses along her hot skin, watching her shiver with each caress of his lips. He smiled as his hands slid down her sides, then along her thighs as he watched her body involuntarily tense up every now and then. He smiled, enjoying the effect he was having over her.

As he finally reached where he wanted, he started to gently suck on her inner thighs, leaving light marks, and a wet trail up each thigh before teasingly licking the little drops of wetness that had appeared on the outside of her lips. He slowly, teasingly licked through her lips, before doing so a little more forcefully, waiting to see just how she reacted before continuing.
 
Irene gasped in half shock, half lust as Beau kissed his way down her body and reached her wet thighs. She shivered as he sucked on her inner thighs, leaving raised red marks on her skin before he licked tentatively at her pussy lips. Each teasing stroke of his tongue made her gasp and her hips moved beneath him mouth. When he became a little more forceful, she whimpered in hot need and her legs drew further apart for him.
 
Beau started licking harder, spurred on by her cute whimpering. He slid his tongue into her, tasting her fully, enjoying the flavor and scent. As he started to lap her juices up, he moved up, finding her clit. He smiled then took her little nub in his mouth, sucking on it gently while humming, letting his lips vibrate against her clit. He started to hum and suck a little harder as he eased a finger inside her, curling it up under her pelvis, gently rubbing the flesh of her walls.
 
Beau was a man that certainly knew what to do, Irene thought to herself as he split her lips with her tongue and took a full taste of her juices. She whimpered and sighed, her thighs falling further apart as he found her clit and made her sing with joy. She moaned and lifted her hips off the bed.

His lips sealed around her clit, sucking on it gently as he hummed and vibrated the sensitive little nub. She whimpered and squirmed beneath him as he eased his fingers deep inside her body and curled then as he felt inside her tight walls.

Irene lifted her head off the pillow, wondering just what he was doing when he touched something electric inside her pussy and she let out a keening cry, her hands instantly going to tangle in his hair and pull him tighter against her pussy. She rode his mouth, hips grinding against his tongue and lips as he paid special attention to her clit and pussy.
 
Beau just kept humming and sucking, driving her overboard with stimulation as he slid a second finger inside her extremely wet, tight pussy, immediately attacking her g-spot. As soon as he hit that spot, he felt her hands grasp his hair hard, grinding his face against her. He held onto her hip with his other hand, sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy faster, rubbing her harder.

He could sense she was close, and wanted her to cum, so pulled his fingers out of her and then started to slide his tongue in and out of her, rubbing and squeezing her clit rapidly while clamping his mouth down over her opening, sucking gently, but getting harder.
 
Irene gasped as he stroked her g-spot roughly, driving her to the peak of an intense orgasm. The motion that send her over the edge was his tongue fucking in and out of her body while he rubbed and squeezed her clit. The moment that his mouth clamped down onto her opening and sucked her with increasing pleasure, she was flung off the edge of an amazing orgasm.

“Fuck!” She cried out, her hips dancing off the bed as she came hard, her fingers curling tightly in Beau’s hair as she lost herself in the moment.
 
Beau smiled, and slowed his finger movements, never removing them though. He continued to suck, never missing any of her juices as they poured from her body. As her legs squeezed tighter, he started to fuck her faster and harder with his fingers, causing her to have another intense series of tremors.

As the tremors died down, he slowly removed his fingers, then kissed her lips before sliding up her body, kissing along the way. When he reached her neck, he teasingly bit her earlobe gently before whispering, "How was that?" as he slowly slid his cock through her lips, his head rubbing against her clit.
 
Irene gasped and moaned as he never stopped his finger movements, still stroking that wonderful spot deep within her as her body rippled and moved in the midst of a powerful orgasm. She felt her eyes roll back in her head as he sucked and tasted the juices that were flowing in a steady stream until she thought that she might die. HE fucked her faster, harder, pushing her past the point of no return again until she came with another startled cry.

She was still shivering as he removed his fingers from her wet passage and kissed her body before he bit her earlobe and whispered against it. She whimpered as he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, her body sensitive and jumping with the contact.

“Wonderful.” Irene whispered as she trailed her hands down Beau’s back and gripped his ass between her fingers, drawing his hips closer to hers. “Fuck me, Beau.” She hissed, her eyes looking up at his with a needy glance.
 
Beau slid his hand down Irene's body, grasping his cock as his hips moved back. He wedged his head into her opening before sliding into her in one slow, steady thrust. He groaned softly as he felt her soft, velvety, warm walls clamp down on him, before slowly pulling out. He thrust into her hard, driving his cock as deep into her as he could.

Beau leaned down and kissed her as he started to thrust into her slowly, using long thrusts, feeling her meeting his thrusts with her own, as he started to speed up slowly. His hands roamed her sides until finally settling on her breasts, propping his weight up on his elbows. He started to knead her breasts, pinching her nipples hard, then soft, switching it up to keep her guessing as he keep slowly building his thrusting speed. He slightly altered his thrusting angle, ending his strokes by grinding his pelvis against her clit. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, knowing he would end up cumming soon, and hoping she would be ready to cum with him when he was ready.
 
Irene let out a long whimper as he thrust slowly and surely into her body. She clamped down around him, her hands clinging to his broad shoulders as he started to pull out of her only to thrust in hard and fast, leaving her moaning in hot pleasure.

No one had ever taken the time to find out what she wanted in a sexual partner. It confused her so much to think that this man, a man that she should have wanted dead, would be the one to do so. She shivered as he kissed her, fanning that building flame in her belly with long thrusts, sensual motions of his hips, and quick punishing jabs that stretched her wet passage around him.

“Oh!” She cried out as his hands settled on her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples roughly. Then he’d surprise her by soothing the pain with a gentle motion. Her body was wiggling and squirming, lips parted in soundless cries as she panted and moaned.

His lips claimed hers then, his speed increasing. He was mastering her body, showing her that real pleasure was like and Irene was beside herself with both need and heavy emotion. She whimpered, his eyes looking down into hers. He was smug, knowing that he was bringing her pleasure, but she could also tell he…cared.

She let out a cry, her back arching as he ground against her clit and pinched her nipples hard. “Oh God! Let me cum. Please let me cum!”
 
Beau heard her shout, and immediately started thrusting into her harder and faster. He needed to cum just as badly as she did, and wanted her to explode with her orgasm. He kissed her passionately, trying to drive her over the edge, before he felt her clamp down, cumming violently as he got as fast as possible, before thrusting into her as deep as he could. He growled as he kissed her, cumming, his body shaking as he emptied himself inside her.

As Beau came down from the sensations, his arms slowly gave out, until he was resting on top of Irene, his head nuzzled against her neck. He gently started kissing her, trying to help her come down from her high, as he came down from his. He groaned as he finally slipped out of her, already missing the feeling. His limbs finally stopped shaking, and he took a deep breath.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows again, and then looked down at Irene before kissing her softly, then lowered his head until his cheek was against hers. "That was amazing. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did," he said softly before lifting his head and looking at her. He couldn't tell how, or even why, but something was different in the way he looked at her now. Somehow, she wasn't just another assassin, or even another friend. She was something more, and he was actually okay with that.
 
Irene came in a flurry of emotion. She cried out, her body clamping down on Beau with a violent motion. She jerked in his arms, her entire body arching against him as he thrust as deeply as he could. His lips were upon hers in the end, his body shooting deeply within hers. She shivered at the growl that left his chest as he claimed her as his.

She was panting as Beau collapsed on her, his head nuzzling against her neck as he kissed and caressed her, helping her down from the high that made her mind hazy and dull. She kissed him back with a simple passion, her hand lifting to cup the side of his face as he slowly pulled himself free from her body.

He kissed her softly again, his lips gentle and pleasing as he loved her. She nodded her head at his question, her voice caught in her throat as he looked down at her. She was horrified when she felt a tear escape the corner of her eye, followed by another and another until she was crying in earnest. She turned her face away from him, covering her features with a hand to hide.

What she saw in his eyes was unexpected. He loved her. He had actually fallen in love with her above all people. She didn’t want that love, didn’t deserve that love. And now she was crying in front of him, making herself look like a fool.
 
Beau quickly pulled Irene into his arms, not wanting to make her cry. He rolled over, wrapping her up tightly. He started to gently rub her back, soothing her, wanting her to be happy. He'd never hurt her intentionally, and didn't want to unintentionally hurt her either.

As he felt her stop crying, Beau started to feel her lips pressed against his neck. He didn't mind it at first, until he noticed a slight suction coming from them. He held still, then quietly whispered, "Irene?" wondering if everything was okay.
 
Beau was trying to comfort her, but Irene’s hurt went so deeply that she didn’t think he would ever be able to soothe her with a few rubs on the back. She hiccupped as her tears stopped and she turned her towards his neck, her lips grazing over his skin. He tasted salty, like sweat and tears and she found herself pressing her lips more firmly against him.

When he whispered her name she broke her contact and looked up at him. “Make love to me.” She whispered, needing that loving contact even after what they had just done. “Please, Beau, show me what love is.”
 
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